Engorged

Chapter 6: Can't talk

I just couldn't believe it. I kept thinking any minute now I'd wake up.and it'd all would have been a nightmare and I'd laugh about it with Anna in the morning but it wasn't a dream and i couldn't ever laugh about it.

After his comment Jack left with a promise to see me soon. I curled up into a ball on the floor where he left me and cried begging god that I'd never see him again that he wouldn't wake to see another day. I wished him death I wished him to suffer a fate so brutal and so vile his ancestors will feel pity for him when he joins them in hell. As evil as that sounds its how I feel right now I can't describe it better.

Then again that won't change what just happened it won't stop the tears from flowing. They have been flowing non-stop since he left, so much so that the floor where my face lays is like a little pool. Its alittle uncomfortable but not uncomfortable enough for me to want to move. I layed there until i even fell asleep.

Flashes of what happened jolt me awake. I look around scared. Scared i dreamt him leaving. My body a little stiff from lying on the floor. I stood up quickly and rushed for the door shaking.

It was dark outside and I assumed it was probably midnight. The noise next door had quieted down. I slowly made my way into their living room looking for Anna. Most of the people had left and those that were still there were either outside too drunk to know the way home or sitting around the living room conversing amongst themselves. I saw Michael right away and I made my way to him. He is sitting with one leg crossed over the other with his friends talking. I stand a few feet away from them and wave him over. He looks at me and rolls his eyes I couldn't get angry at his insensitive behavior because if it was any other day i would have expected it.

He puts his leg down and leans in closer to his friend to whisper something and they both erupt with laughter. I was too disoriented to care whether it was about me or not . He lazily made his over to me. I was standing under a light which was the only one that was on right now in the whole room.

When he finally made it. He gave me a pointed look.

"Whe-r-where ..A-nna?" i tried to speak but my voice was hoarse and i could barely get it out. I gave up and simply waited for him to understand what I meant to say. Michael being Michael he didn't understand so i mouthed where is Anna not wanting to try and speak again. Michael being Michael he thought i was whispering. I was about to complain I was about to muster up the courage to speak or something to make him understand what I mean to say when he stepped even closer stepping into the light that i was under. His face looking even better than it does most days. He towered over me so he bent down a little to bring his ear closer to my mouth. If only he was bringing his...Sudden fear overtook me and i stepped back out of the light and the shaking that had stopped came back. Michael's eyes went wide at my reaction confused because usually ,I like to challenge him. His piercing blue eyes focused on me then narrowed at my neck. I did bruise like a peach. I smiled at him putting my hands to hide the bruising. Michael frowned and came closer i stepped back again not understanding his facial expression. " Who did this to you?" he asked his eyes searching around me as if the person would still be lingering near me.

I shook my head no. He came closer holding one of my arms that were still covering my neck to stop me from backing away and took a quick examination of my neck and diagnosed that it infuriated him.

He looked scary granted I had never seen Michael angry he was a carefree guy going through life on a cloud.

I tried to free my arm but his attention was not on me he was still looking around the room probably noting people that looked suspicious like some sort of detective it seemed the more a person looked suspicious the more angry he got which meant a tighter grip on my arm. I yanked it from him knowing that will definitely leave a bruise.His eyes snapped to me and softened when he saw me rubbing my arm. He took my hand gently "Im sorry. "he said softly with a gentle smile playing on his lips.

"Get a room!!" one of the boys who was sitting where Michael had previously been sitting yelled.

"f**k you!" he snapped clearly this was not a time for jokes for him. It sort of made me feel better to know he cared that much. I calmed down the shaking slowly subsiding and I held on to his hand now like life support.His hand is warm ,heating up my cold one.

"Hey, come on." he said motioning with his head towards the stairs. I gladly followed suddenly noticing how so many people could see us. Michaels hand holding mine kept me a little calm.

Michael lead me to his room. The room smelled just like him. The scent engulfed me in a snug hug and i started breathing easy feeling quite at home. I sat at the edge of his bed.

Michael got down on one knee and did something I never thought he would do especially for me.

He gently took my foot and removed my black platform shoes. His finger trailing softly behind it as if redrawing my leg. He scoots closer then repeats the same action with my other foot.

He was really close right now and it made me feel weird how it wasn't to tease me or try and get a dig at me.

He was taking care of me which was really unusual. The room was silent all you could hear was the faint sound of the music downstairs.

I knew my mouth was open but I couldn't stop focusing on Michael's movements enough to care.

His hands left my feet ,the feel of his hands on my feet still dancing on my senses.

Michael neatly put away my shoes to his left, his eyes landed on mine. He slowly rose from his bent position not breaking eye contact until he towered over me but more than usual. He leans in and I lean back. Somehow his leg finds its way in between my legs forcing me to push back my whole body and kept coming closer like a game of cat and mouse. My mind was racing wondering what is he doing. His face was unreadable and his eyes had emotions I didn't understand. Some part of me wanted him to just take me right here right now. If the just the smell of him could make me feel better I just know his body on mine would make it all better. If he just kissed me right now I wouldn't object I would completely go along with whatever he wanted to do to me right now just to feel better.

The game stopped when I realised I had no more space to go back but disappointment soon settled in when Michael slid off the bed.

"Relax. I'll go look for Anna." he said as he left the room.

It was quiet when he left, even the sounds of downstairs when not there. Being alone with my thoughts was prooving to be difficult. So I stood up and started looking around I have not been in Michaels room since I was ten years old when he was still tolerant of us. I open one the drawer in his cardboard and found Michaels underpants. I laughed to myself as i took them out and did some measurements. I open the second drawer and the contents inside made it seem like a junk drawer and I knelt down just to go through them properly. Everything seemed normal i found some batteries, game controlers ,finished deodorant bottles, old earphones. Then i saw the ring i had given Michael at a camp we were forced to go to when we were younger after Anna had dared me to do it or should would tell my parents I had broken yer another phone. Nostalgic memories filled my brain and a genuine smile spread across my face.

Overthinking and twisting of things in my head had tears start to fall onto my cheeks. I returned to the bed to cry. In my attempt to get comfortable I reached under the pillow next to me and felt something cold. When i pulled it out I knew how I wanted to spend the rest of tonight.