writing a fanfiction is harder than i thought but i'm still trying and i hope you like it whoop whoop

A good story of a bad day, back to square one where I started, as I stand here brokenhearted.

Michael left after you two were finished in the shower to do some food shopping but all he meant by that was he went out to get alcohol and some cigarettes for the next days. Food wouldn’t have been a bad idea though since you felt like you were starving. Michael wasn’t really living the healthiest lifestyle and he barely bought proper food, normally he just had something delivered. You put on your clothes and decided to take a look in the fridge anyway, hoping for something good to eat. Half empty bottles of alcohol and some eggs. That was basically it. You didn’t really know for how long the eggs have already been in there but you decided to make yourself scrambled eggs anyway, while waiting for Michael to come back.

Being scared of him not coming back was actually part of your life with him since you could never know if he changed his mind and stayed away for a few days or weeks. You never knew where exactly he was and with whom he was staying but for some reason you trusted him enough to think that he was never with another girl. And eventually, he always came back so there was probably not much to worry about.

When you first met him, you would have never thought about what was waiting for you in your future with Michael. And you probably wouldn’t have cared anyway because youwere falling for him since the moment you guys met. Not going to lie, he definitely had brought a lot trouble already when you think about it. It was never really serious until one day the cops were standing in front of the door but somehow Michael successfully got rid of them. He always does that – if he’s in trouble, he just knows how to help himself so he can get away like that. It just always worked.

*1 hour later*

As you came back inside from the small balcony of your apartment, you heard someone opening the front door. He entered the kitchen and placed a large plastic bag full of bottles and cigarette boxes. A small cloud of smoke escaped his mouth after he took a drag. “Is this weed?” you suddenly asked as you noticed the thin thing between his fingers. “Yup. Got it from a friend I’ve met on my way” he simply said. “Let me guess – Calum?” Calum was a friend of his who he's known since high school. You didn’t have something against him but you weren’t his biggest fan either. He’s the guy who Michael occasionally got drugs from and let’s just say Michael wasn’t himself while doing drugs. “Maybe” He didn’t even bother looking at you, he was too busy trying to fit all the bottles in the fridge. You let out a sigh and made your way out of the kitchen again. “Are you pissed or something?” he yelled after you. Oh, why would he think that? “Do I seem pissed?” He followed you in the living room and looked at you while you were sitting down on the old sofa which wasn’t in the best state anymore but since you two couldn’t afford a new one, this one would do its job. “Kind of” he shrugged. “Maybe I wouldn’t be if you had picked me up today after leaving me at some stranger’s house and then just fucked me in the shower as if nothing happened” You needed to calm yourself down a little so you didn’t start screaming at him which wouldn’t end well. “Seriously? You’re still mad because of that? I thought the shower sex had sorted things out again” He started grinning but you weren’t very amused. “Just fuck off” He made his way over to the spot next to you on the couch and carefully put your hair over your shoulder. “Don’t act like a bitch, you know I don’t like that” he quietly said while drawing little circles on your skin with his finger. With every word he said he made your heart sink a little lower in your chest. Sometimes you asked yourself how you were able to fall in love with such an idiot who had nothing better to do than making you feel like crap. You shove off his hand, not wanting him to touch you right now. With that action,all you earned was a groan from him – obviously he was the one starting to find this situation rather tiring now. “What’s your damn problem, Kamila?” he asked, raising his voice. “You just don’t understand, do you?” You got up from the sofa, turning so you were facing him. “Stop making me feel like shit, stop acting like I’m your little object, just stop being such an ass!” You were trying to hide the tears that were forming in your eyes. “You’ve been behaving like this for months now and you don’t give a fuck how I’m feeling because of this shit” You couldn’t hold it on any longer and started crying in front of him. He just stared at you before standing up and leaving the room. You started yelling after him “Where the hell are you going now?” “I’m leaving” he said without any emotions in his voice. “No, Michael sta-“ That’s when you’ve heard the door slammed shut and he was gone.

drama drama drama don't hate me and i know this was short too but i just don't know how to start these things i'm sorry ily