His [COMPLETED]

(65) Fighting

Chapter 65- Fighting

Kyle's P.O.V

My heart felt like it was shattering into two. I could have helped us, I could have put a stop to all this that had been going on for weeks, after all, I was the one to start it.

However, I hadn't stopped anything, infact, I had only gone and made everything worse.

When I thought I was already spiralling down a dark hole I knew I couldn't get out of, I knew now that the lid had been closed. My life felt like a vase blanket of darkness, especially after Cali had gone.

I felt an over whelming verge of anger and violence. I really couldn't stop myself. I had gotten so angry lately, to the point of where I had to fight hard to control it, but now, I couldn't do it.

Before I knew what I was doing, I was pulling down the tele from the wall of the hotel. I pulled it down hard, hard enough for it to fall to the floor, smashing the screen in to pieces beneath my feet.

I then went over to the glasses on the small table and swiped the table with my hand.

Bollocks to this. Bollocks to everything.

"Fuck sake!" I screamed before putting my fist through the wall; through the balcony doors; through the glass table.

I had completely lost it, I knew that. I had completely lost my head.

I had a fucking family now, and I was in this state.

Huffing and puffing, I fell to the floor, not caring that my body was cascaded by glass. It could hurt me for all I cared, pierce my skin fiercely. Nothing could comprehend to my aching, painful heart.

"Cali." I let out, before sobbing on to the floor. I needed her, I fucking needed her so much. I needed her help but I blew it all away. She wouldn't and couldn't want me still after this.

I was becoming a father, and right now I wasn't even capable of looking after myself. I had everything, so why was I depressed?

Why do I feel as if I don't want to get up in the morning, to face another day. I had what some men could never have; a beautiful wife and an incoming child. I was the luckiest man alive.

Yet I felt like absolute shit.

Sadness consumed me more than anything. I was a man, I wasn't meant to let this get in the way of looking after my family. But I did let it get in the way, and it was pushing backwards on everything I loved.

Right now, I wanted Cali more than ever. But I couldn't put her through this. I didn't mean to hurt her, but I couldn't let her watch me like this.

I let my eyes droop until my eyes were closed.

Hopefully, Cali would be at home tomorrow. Hopefully I could fix these broken pieces.

At least if I sleep, I'd be able to pretend that I was looking after Cali properly at home, in our bed, happy.

*

My back hurt like fuck and my skin was stinging. I opened my heavy, groggy eyes and looked up to the white ceiling.

Suddenly, a knock resonated throughout the room. I got up slowly, hissing whilst looking at the few pieces of glass I laid on all night.

With a sudden thought that Cali could have come back to me, I rushed through the door without a thought about the pain throughout my body. I needed to see her.

I opened the door quickly and was about to pull Cali in to my arms, yet the girl wasn't Cali.

"Sir, there were a few noise complaints last night all saying the noises were coming from this room." Shit.