Kate POV
"SHUT UP GARRETT!" I screamed, slamming the door in his face. "GO AWAY!"
"But-" he started.
"GO."
He sighed and I heard him walk away.
I sat on the bed and wrapped my arms around my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I hated fighting with him, but I was so damn mad right now. I still loved him but I couldn't stand to be in the same room as him at the moment; I couldn't bear to look at him I was so irritated.
After a while I crawled under the covers on our bed, cocooning myself in them.
Someone knocked on the door.
"Go away," I mumbled. My throat hurt from crying, my eyes felt like sandpaper, and I was exhausted, both emotionally and physically. I did not want to talk to whoever that was.
"Katie…?"
"Piss off, Garrett," I growled.
"Kate, please," he begged. His voice shook.
"I don't want to talk to you. Not yet."
"But…"
"But what?!" I shrieked.
"But…I don't feel good…"
I rolled my eyes. "You're such a baby."
"No, really." He sounded upset.
"Look, I know what you're doing. I'm not falling for it." I gritted my teeth, beyond enraged. I couldn't believe he would go as low as to pull a sickie just to talk to me.
"I'm really hurting, Katie," he pleaded. It sounded as though he was going to cry.
"I'M NOT FALLING FOR IT! DONT GUILT TRIP ME!" I flung the lamp at the door. It shattered into millions of pieces.
He sniffed.
I glared at him through the wall. "Go away."
"Please-" he cut himself off and gasped. "Kate I'm not kidding; I've never been in this much pain in my entire life. Please believe me, I'm sorry for whatever I did before but-" he choked on a small sob. "I really need you now…"
My anger melted a little bit but I still felt I was being lied to. "If I open the door and you are not sick, I'm going to shock you so hard you won't know what hit you," I threatened as I stalked over and ripped it open.