Mr. Book Store

CHAPTER 27

MCKINLEY P.O.V

I was so angry with Luke. I hated that he would come over and just leave things sitting around and when I would question why he did it, he would yell at me. So he stormed off to my bedroom while I cleaned up the mess and tried my hardest not to cry at the names he called me.

I wasn't sure what to do since he was locked in my room so I grabbed my wallet and went for a walk. I knew that he was annoyed with me but I never expected him to scream at me and called me a bitch.

I walked into a coffee shop, ordered a coffee and sat down. Being with Luke was challenging. We were both used to being on our own and not having someone in our business all the time. Luke was used to being in control of everything but once someone told him what to do, he would freak out.

I had no idea how to deal with him and sometimes I felt like I didn't want to. I loved Luke so much but I hated that he always screamed at me. It wasn't just yelling. It was screaming at the top of his lungs until I became quiet and stopped responding to him. It has only happened a few times but it was scary before he calmed down. I shouldn't have let it go but for some reason I did but this time I'm not.

I was going to make him worry. I wasn't going to go back home for a while and I knew he was going to yell at me when I got back but it's gotten to the point where I want to leave him because he was annoyed with me. I had no idea why he acting the way he was.

I knew I shouldn't have told him that I had depression because when you tell someone that, you always end up telling them it's going to be okay even though you needed them to tell you it's going to be okay. I should have handled it on my own without telling him anything. He wouldn't be annoyed with me and he wouldn't be acting like this.

I sat in the coffee shop for hours until I saw the employees cleaning up so I threw my cup away and headed home. Luke was pacing in the living room when I walked inside and went to the kitchen to make myself something to eat.

"Where have you been?" He asked following me to the kitchen.

"Out. I'm my own person I don't have to tell where I'm at all hours of the day." I commented putting a pot with water in it on the stove.

"Well it would be nice since I was worried."

"You could called or texted me." I said finding the pasta that I was going to make and setting it on the counter before pulling out a few more things to cook.

"You could have just told me you were leaving." I rolled my eyes at his words.

"I don't know what your issue is but you screaming at me has got to stop." I commented. "I don't appreciate being screamed at in my own home because of your mistakes."

"I didn't do anything." He whined.

"You left an empty pizza box on the coffee table." I said making him roll his eyes. "This is my apartment and if you want to make a mess of it you have to move in so you can say it's yours too."

"Woah, what?" He asked looking at me a little shocked.

"I was joking." He clearly wasn't ready for us to live together. Of course I don't think I was either but I had thoughts about what it would be like for us live together. I would get to wake up to him every single day. The only time we would be apart was when we were at work of if we were out with our friends.

"But you still said it." He paced around the room. "I'm not ready for that. I hope you're not thinking that I'm going to ask you to move in with me."

"I am not expecting you to ask me to move in." I said. "Clearly it will never happen." I mumbled as I poured the pasta into the boiling water. "You're overreacting."

"You're under reacting!"

"Why are you always yelling at me now? Is there a reason for that?" I questioned calmly. I wasn't sure if this was how he acted with all of his girlfriends after dating for this long but I had no idea what to say to him about it. I was sick of being treated like a child.

For years my father treated me the same way. Always yelling at me like everything was my fault. Always telling me not to do things when I was an adult who was paying my way through my life. Always acting like I was the crazy one when all he did was drink and do drugs.

I remember him coming home and screaming at my mother about things that didn't even matter. He was always yelling about something. He always somehow made himself the victim, always making it seem like he had never done anything wrong and he was perfect. And it didn't help that his mother still treated him like a baby. She gave him whatever his little heart desired and she never thought about how it was affecting his wife and his children.

I moved out of that house as soon as I had enough money to do it.

"Get out." I said to Luke who stopped dead in his tracks.

"What?"

"I said get out." I said calmly looking at him.

"What? No! Why?"

"I'm sick of dealing with men who are exactly like my father." His eyes widened my words and I knew he was trying to figure out what to say but he couldn't.

*LUKE P.O.V*

"No no no no. I never ever meant to make you feel that way. I am nothing like your father." I panicked. I don't even remember what we were fighting about but I knew that it was pointless.

"I'm so sick of the men in my life acting like they're entitled! You're all piece of shit. I moved out of my parents house to be away from people like that and yet here you are, standing in my kitchen acting just like them." She defended herself even though I understood exactly what she was saying. I wasn't going to defend myself because there was nothing to defend, I was treating her a way that he didn't like so she said something.

"I swear to you that I never meant to act like that. I never ever wanted to make you feel those things again and if I could take it all back I would." I commented. "I will throw away the pizza boxes. I'll recycle the beer bottles, I'll clean up my pants off your bedroom floor just please remember that I'm not and never will be your father."

"You have no idea what it was like living in that house for all those years." She commented after we were both silent for a few minutes. "When I was 18, my great aunt died from surgery complications. The day of the funeral he was singing a song that my mother didn't approve of and when she said something he freaked out and they got into a fight. He blamed me. He then called me a little bitch and told me he hated me." She sighed. "Do you know what it's like to hear that from the man who is suppose to walk you down the aisle someday?" She questioned and I shook my head

"I don't know why I was treating you that way and in your home. There's no excuse."

"I get that all of this is scary and pretty new and fun but you have to remember that I have feelings too. And it's like you're sexually frustrated but you won't let me touch you."

"I'm scared. I'm so scared that we're going to start having sex again and experiment in the bathroom like we started doing and you'll start getting depressed again and I can't be the reason why you're sad." I explained. It was so simple to tell her my feelings but for some reason I was always afraid to say something. There was nothing that I could say that would scare her away but there was always that fear in the back of my mind.

"This is nice. Talking about our feelings." She wrapped her arms around me. "That's all a relationship is." She smiled kissing me. "Being there for people."

"I'm always going to be here for you. I promise. And god I so badly want to move in with you or you move in with me but I think it's too soon." I commented and she nodded.

"I agree." I smiled before the timer for the pasta went off and she went to drain it before putting it on two plates with chicken on top of it. I got us some wine and we both sat down to eat together. We both knew that relationships were hard. I often forget that she's her own person and I don't own her, he isn't mine. Well she's mine but I can't control what she does.

I was always so worried that she would someday wake up and find that I'm not who I was and she would leave. It happens all the time. Best friends stop talking to each other, people break up, people cheat. McKinley was my person and I wanted her to be my person for the rest of our lives.

"I love you." I blurted looking at her and she smiled.

"I love you too."

"I won't leave my shit around anymore." I smiled making her giggle. She was the greatest thing that ever happened to me in my life and there was no way in hell that I was going to allow her to feel the way that I was making her feel.

I helped her clean before I told her that I was going to go home but instead I went to the jewelry store to find her something. I didn't care how much it was going to cost but I finally found a rose necklace that she would love.

After getting the necklace in a cute little box, I went to buy her some flowers that she could put on her nightstand next to her candle that she never burned she just had it for the look. I knocked on her door and heard footsteps coming to the door before she opened the door in her robe.

"What are you doing?" She giggled letting me in.

"I brought you some things." I smiled handing her the flowers as she went to the kitchen to get a vase. "Figured you could put those on your nightstand." I commented pulling the box out of my pocket. "This is for you." I smiled.

"You didn't have to do all of this."

"I want you to know how special you are to me." I smiled making her smile. She opened the box and looked up at me.

"It's beautiful." She smiled taking it out of the box. "Put it on me." She handed it to me before turning around for me to put it on her and it sat perfectly in the middle of her boobs. She smiled before wrapping her arms around me and kissing me. "Stay with me." She whispered against my mouth as I carried her to her room.

I threw her onto the bed making her giggled before she slowly opened her robe and revealed her naked body.

"Oh my god." I groaned rubbing my hands over her body. She was mine. All mine.