I stood in front of him, snivelling pathetically.
He sat with his head in his hands, absolutely still.
"I said shut up, Lily."
So I returned to my state of silence, desperately trying to stop my tears.
I couldn't understand why he was so angry at me. I hadn't done anything wrong.
All I had done was walk into the kitchen, and he had started on me. He shouted ridiculous claims of my disloyalty to him. He screamed his distress into my face.
When I tried to speak, he told me to shut up.
I didn't know what I had done.
"I can't believe you would do that," he finally said, his anger shown in the quietness of his voice. He looked up at me.
"Callum, I don't understand. What do you think I've done?"
Callum got up and frowned at me. "It doesn't matter. If you can't even remember, what's the point?"
The tone of his voice told me he was in no mood to talk. About anything.
"Where are you going," I inquired, wondering why I was scared.
"Upstairs," he snapped. "To sort out my head."
He shut the door with a deliberate click, and as I stared at it in utter shock, I couldn't think anything but at least he didn't slam it.