Imagine This.

Pour It Up 10

Michael

I bang on the metal door and hear a few men yelling. I bang on the door with my fist again and clench my jaw as I grow more frustrated and angry. The lock unlatches and I storm inside of the low lit room. Men scatter around the pool table and I go straight to the back. The office is ajar, so I welcome myself in and pick him up from over the desk. He grunts and wraps his arms around mine; trying to flip me over. I press him against the wall and pictures of strippers fall on to the ground.

"Son of a b***h" he grits his teeth and I throw him back in the chair. I eye a briefcase and open it up, and it's filled with money. I grab a wad and stuff it in his mouth and punch his face. "You bastard, if you ever put your hands on Y/N again.. You will be at the bottom of the ocean. Do I make myself clear?" I clench my jaw and he nods as he tries to spit the wad of cash out of his mouth. The money drenches with blood as I punch him in the jaw one last time.

I chuckle and return back to the briefcase. "I'll take this too, just so you know to learn your lesson" I smirk and take the briefcase with me and go through the throngs of men around the pool table. I exit and find my car down the street.

I start the car and drive down the busy road, throngs of people fill up the sidewalk. It must be a cancer thing. I lick my lips and speed down the road and my phone rings loudly. 

You

The doorbell keeps ringing and you can't get up to answer it. Your ribs are very tender and weak and you can't do a thing. You feel old and helpless like You're ninety years old. Michael said that he'll be back as soon as he can, he just had to deal with something.

The doorbell continues to ring and you roll your eyes in annoyance. You want to shove that doorbell up their ass but you can't even get off the bed.

Michael

"What Lisa?" I turn a corner and hit a red light, I slow down and tap my hand against the wheel. "I'm at your house and you won't answer!!" Seriously? At my house? "How about..I'm not there! Geez, Lisa, I didn't file for a divorce to spend more time with you" I hear her sigh and scoff "Michael, we're still married and I told you, I'm not signing anything. We can work this out baby, just think about it" She hangs up and I breathe in deeply.

What am I going to do?

What did you think?? Lisa will not sign papers..sounds like trouble. COMMENT AND VOTE!!