I heard him storm up the stairs and knock on the door, yelling through it. "PLEASE CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS?"
"No!" I screamed at him through the door, hoping and praying it would make him disappear. Hoping that it would make everything go away. I scrambled to put the jaw back together with tape and glue, but nothing was working. It just kept falling apart each time he spoke.
"Please, I'm begging you." Michael's hand touched the door and I heard what I assumed was his forehead hit against the thick wood.
"Why? What is the point?" I cried as I threw a ballet flat hard at the door. "So, you know what I like and don't like a man to do?"
"No!" Michael shot back in anger without hesitation. "Because I need to know what he did to you! Because I'm angry, sick to my stomach, and f*****g pissed b
