My muscles stiffened like a lake frozen over in winter. Hard as I tried, I could not seem to move. My eyes were transfixed on Michael, my mouth gaping open in utter disbelief and confusion. When did he cut me? Was I too engrossed in our kiss not to notice that I was bleeding? My mind whirled as nothing made sense at the moment. And most importantly, how could Michael hurt me?
He has always hurt you, Kay. Remember that.
Michael's throat moved as he swallowed, his eyes watery as he stared into mine. With visible effort, he parted his trembling lips to speak. "I am sorry, Kaylene. I.. I did not know what I was doing," he said, taking a step forward.
"Don't come any closer," I found myself hissing at Michael. I was surprised more than anyone else that I still had it in me to speak after wh
