Bullied by Michael Clifford

Chapter 44

"Can we talk about this?" he asked.
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KATLYNS POV:

McKenzie looked at Calum, then at me.

The front door opened again, and this time it didn't miss McKenzies head.

She bit her lip and looked at the door.

Her brother.

"what?" she groaned, as Calum got closer to the two of us.

"mom-" he started before Calum came up the stairs.

"can you do it? I'm talking to a friend and an Asian." she spoke pushing him in to the house and closing the door.

"I. Am. Not. Asian!" he yelled.

"but your a liar." I told him.

"yep." McKenzie sighed.

"yknow this is retarded-" he started before McKenzie cut him off.

"what's retarded is you taking the sandwich back!" she snapped at him.

"like Michael-" he started.

"I DONT GIVE A FUCK WHAT HE SAID!" she spat..

"Calum you need to leave." I looked at him.

"why?" he asked me.

"cause I'm tired of seeing her being hurt." I snickered at him.

He glared at me, as he was just about to speak, his phone went off, from his hand.

"you should answer that. You'll probably need her more than me." McKenzie spat before grabbing my arm and pulling me down the stairs.

Calum turned around and watched as the two of got in to the car.

"Fuck." I looked at her.

"what?" she raised her eyebrow.

"His car" I spoke.

"Fuck his car. You better hold on." ahe laughed.

I tightened my seat belt and she drove in to her back yard.

She turned her car around and went back in to the drive way and went around his car.

My heart was racing.

She didn't hit anything.

McKenzies phone was in the cup holder of the car, the screen lit up.

She looked down at it as I did.

Calum :

I wouldn't be here if I didn't care.

I looked at McKenzie, she reached for the phone, HELL NO!

I slapped her hand.

"no! We are not going to die!" I yelled grabbing her phone.

"I'll text him-" I started before she looked at me.

"you will not. Read it and don't respond." she smirked.

I looked at her and shook my head.

I put my finger print in to her phone and read the text and turned it off.

"why, not respond?" I asked.

"cause it drives him insane." she laughed.

I swear, she was bipolar. Happy, sad, crabby, pissy, pissed, an asshole. All the time.

But growing up with her you learned to get over it.

Tuesday:

Only three more days until I have to leave.