His [COMPLETED]

(33) To make it.

Chapter 33- To make it.

A knock on the door woke me up. The knock sounded urgent.

I rolled back into my pillow and sighed. My face felt tired and disgusting and I knew I looked like shit.

I waited for my father to get the door, but after a couple of minutes and annoying urgent knocks, I realised he was most probably somewhere else.

I groaned before sitting up straighter. My head throbbed and I put one of my hands to my head.

I rolled out of bed and dragged myself to the door. I then trudged downstairs. I passed the mirror on the side, and cringed at the reflection.

The knock sounded again, however, and I put the thought of me looking disgusting to the back of my mind as I walked to the door.

As soon as I opened the door and the cold air hit my blotchy and tired looking face, the voice that came out sounded desperate and pleading.

"You've got to help him," Kyle's mum came in to view and my heart started to beat faster and faster.

"What?" I let out. I was starting to panic and it was silly of me really.

"You need to help him," her face was full of concern and her eyes were almost welled up with tears. "He's uncontrollable, he's going crazy and I don't know how to stop him, he needs you, Cali, he won't listen to me," she let out fastly as her eyes pleaded with mine.

"I'll come over," I had to. I needed to help him. I didn't hesitate to slam the door and walk fastly to Kyle's house, hot on Kyle's mum's tail.

As soon as she opened the door, the sound of crashing and thumping made it's way to my ears. It made my heart jump and my body to flinch slightly.

"He's going crazy, please help him," I nodded my head and made my way upstairs.

The crashing became louder and I wanted to run away, but Kyle needed me and I was going to help him.

I made my way up to his big, dark wooden door and stood outside there for a while.

I let in a deep breath, and exhaled after. Why was I nervous? I didn't know. I guess I was just scared. Not of Kyle, but what Kyle thought of me.

I was wrong yesterday, I was wrong to finish him. I knew that now, and I wanted him back, badly.

But why would he want to take me back? I was being dramatic and irrational just because I was angry and upset. I took it all out on Kyle when I shouldn't have.

He was always there for me and I threw it back in his face and that must have hurt. I wanted to punch myself for being so inconsiderate.

I was a selfish person, thinking about me and not others. It must have been awful for him to keep this secret, something that he knew would crush me, and I wasn't considerate enough to him. I wouldn't blame him if he didn't want me back.

I laid my shaking hand on the door handle and went to open it. The door didn't open, it just rattled when I pushed it. It must have been locked.

Shit, how was I going to get him to hear me? How was I going to get him to let me in?

The crashing became almost worse, and I could hear him almost growling in anger.

"Kyle!" I shouted. He didn't hear me. "Kyle open the door!" I began to bellow as loudly as I could.

Suddenly, the thumping stopped, and if I listened carefully, all I could hear was his panting breath.

"Let me in, Kyle," I demanded, a little more quieter. I didn't hear another sound. "Come on, baby, I'm sorry, Kyle," I tried to plead with him. I wanted to see him.