Never Let Go

Chapter 14: Get Me Out Of Here

"What's your favourite takeaway? I like pizza." Polly smiles.

Michael takes his eyes away from the clay he's playing with and looks at me, waiting for my answer. I smile and keep my eyes fixed on the clay in my hands.

"McDonald's."

"I love McDonald's too!" Polly grins. "What about you, Michael?"

I take my eyes off the clay and look at him.

"KFC." He smiles.

"Ooooh, yes! I love chicken! I guess I like all takeaways." Polly giggles. "What about sweet stuff? I really love cake."

"Um, I like ice cream." I shrug.

"Oh my God, me too! Ice cream and cake is yummy. What about you, Michael?"

"I'm more of a savoury person. Ice cream and cake is nice, but I'm sweet enough." He smirks.

I raise an eyebrow and Polly starts laughing loudly.

"That's a good one, Michael!" She shakes her head.

"Oh? You don't agree?" Michael makes a face and laughs.

"Yes, you're very sweet, isn't he, Maya?" She smirks.

I shrug and laugh softly as I stare down at the clay in my hands. Michael is really sweet, but he already knows what I think of him. I told him enough yesterday... probably too much.

I stay quiet and zone out a little bit while Michael and Polly talk to each other.

I think back to yesterday and cringe a little bit inside. I can't believe I cried on Michael and told him about my twin brother. I wanted to hurt myself because I felt so shit, but after the conversation with Michael, those feelings disappeared.

I've never opened up with anyone like that before. I haven't even told Dr. Kay about what happened to me when I was 11, so Michael knows more than the damn psychiatrist... he just says the right things and he knows what to say. He makes me feel comfortable and I feel like I can fully trust him. I've never felt like that with anyone before, not this quickly anyway, and especially wih a man. I feel like we have this weird connection, and It's strange that I see my brother in Michael because of his kindness, but comforting at the same time.

I've been carrying so much regret and guilt for years, and it actually felt good to finally talk about it. All these years I've been so ashamed and kept my past to myself, but being in here has made me feel like I can finally talk about how fucked up my life is and not feel like I'm being judged. I have Michael to thank for that.

"I made a clay dick." Chrissy said proudly, which snaps me out of my thoughts.

I turn my head and widen my eyes when I see she's made a long penis. She's even engraved veins and made the testicles. It's actually quite detailed! She's not too bad at this clay making stuff. I raise my eyebrows and start to laugh.

"Chrissy!" Polly gasps. "That's so naughty!"

Michael looks over to see what the fuss is about and raises his eyebrows when he sees what Chrissy has made.

"Oh, wow, that's... interesting..." He said, trying his best to look serious.

"I ain't had none in a looong time. Think I could use this as a dildo? I just gotta let it dry and harden up." Chrissy smirks.

"Oh my God." I widen my eyes, laughing a bit harder.

"I'm afraid the clay models have to stay here, Chrissy." Michael shakes his head, trying not to laugh.