Callum couldn’t get the stupid text message from the anonymous A off his mind. Erin has already gone through enough. The Irish girl would probably explode any time now. Unconsciously looking at the ground every now and then and running his hand through his hair, he felt restless. A few people were on the dance floor dancing to the DJ’s mix. Callum turned his head looking for Kylie and saw her sitting on the table in the corner of the room. Taking a deep breath, he started walking towards her. Not really sure how to do this, he suddenly stopped. “Callum, take this as an opportunity to pour out what you really feel. You have to do this. Do this for Erin”, Callum said to himself. He was so used to cursing people in his head whenever things went wrong or they didn’t follow what he said but he never really said those things out loud afraid that people would lose respect for him. ”Or else Erin will end up in a far worse place than the rehab centre”, the message read. Callum would do anything for Erin right now, the poor girl was finally starting to get better. Gathering all his courage, he slowly continued walking.
When Callum reached Kylie, his heart was pounding in his chest like crazy. Kylie looked up at him with a small smile on her face. “Hey there Callum”, she greeted pulling the chair beside her inviting him to sit with her. This made Callum feel more reluctant to do this. He hated hurting people but tonight, it was a must. Inhaling one more time, he kicked the chair Kylie pulled out making her jump in surprise. Callum looked at Kylie, trying his best to look furious and pissed off. “You little shit. Do you really think people like you? You’re such a fucking child”, he shouted at her. Fortunately, the music was loud enough and people didn’t look at Callum except for a few waiters standing near them. He could feel Kylie’s change of emotion from confused to hurt. She started to inhale and exhale deeper and tears were running down her face. “You aren’t as great as you think, Kylie. You’re just some spoiled princess always depending on daddy. Fucking grow up”, he exclaimed before heading out the door. Hearing Kylie cry loudly behind him, he started to pick up his pace. If he was really honest with himself, the things he said were true and what was really in his head. Kylie would often forget to bring things for projects and she would refuse to do anything about it except cry in a corner.
As soon as he got out, he put his hand in his pocket and got his phone. He looked for Erin Heathcote on his phone book and sent her a message, “Is everything okay, leprechaun? Just checking”.