Loving the Man

Chapter 13: Mr. Lonely

Hey guys... I just want to say T-H-A-N-K Y-O-U for all the support. Almost 3k reads o: I would've never suspected that! Also... update on my other Michael books. They are coming along and one MIGHT be posted tomorrow, depends on how I'm feeling (I've been down in the gutters recently). Many many ideas! So many tabs! Lol, they'll get posted. NOTE: This chapter is a little boring.... it's mainly a filler chapter. Enjoy!

MICHAEL'S POV

7 AM

Nothing feels worse than losing someone you are very passionate about. In a way, this is what I felt about like when I lost Amanda... two days ago.

Laying in my bed was all I could manage to do.

My energy levels are completely negative, I barely have enough to stay awake. The time goes by slowly and quickly. Slow when I'm thinking about the future. Quick when I'm thinking about the past.

Doesn't help that in the middle of the night, a threatening and somehow frightening email was sent to me by Madrazo. That old, Mexican guy who I just so managed to piss off enough by destroying his house. He was demanding for his money and declaring that he does have agents watching Trevor and Danielle at all times. He needed his money... more like wanted. That asshole was rich.

"Dad, are you getting up anytime?" Jimmy protested from the door way as I slowly turned by head in his direction, snapping away from my thoughts. "It'd be nice to have a dad to talk to, now that Mom's not here."

"Jimmy." I scoffed at my son. "This is the first time of me seeing you from your room in how long? Three days? Except for the fact that you go downstairs to get food?"

"Whatever, Dad." Jimmy rolled his eyes, dragging his feet back to his room.

"Put deodorant on, I can smell you from here." I grumbled, laying my arm across my eyes. I cracked my eyes a little to see Jimmy flip me off and then slam his door, as a sign he heard me.

What am I suppose to do Amanda? I can't live like this... you were one of the only things that were keeping me from this deep depression. The kids are growing even more so sour and I assume you saw what happened yesterday from up there in Heaven. I thought to myself, feeling and seeming like I was talking to Amanda. It was like she wasn't gone. She was gone... but not all the way gone. Confusing stuff.

I felt like I was cheating on Amanda. It was a horrible feeling I couldn't shake and my brain couldn't get over the fact of all the stuff we've been through and this is how it ended for her. And for me.

I barely noticed my phone buzzing multiple times, as a sign of someone calling me. Virtually rolling my eyes, I flopped my arm onto my side table, feeling around for my phone. Once I picked it up, it was still vibrating so I accepted the call. The number was 'UNKNOWN'.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Michael, guess who?" A familiar, yet old voice said. It was like my past was speaking to me.

"Lester?" I answered, sitting up in my bed.

"Yeah, it's me Lester." My old, intelligent friend replied. He is a professional hacker and used to work with me to plan heists in my old days.

Thoughts from before Jimmy's disruption became to flood back to me, gnawing at my mind. One in particular stood out.

"Hey, Les. I know we just got talking again and I have millions of other questions, involving how you got my number and how you know where I live, and stuff, but I really need to ask a favor of you.."

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DANIELLE'S POV

9 AM

I couldn't speak. It was like I didn't even have lips. It felt like I didn't even have a body. Just a brainless head sitting there, staring at the same tattered pattern of Trevor's couch for hours.

Despite the fact that I was literally tugged away from my comfort zone and was forced to live out here with my smelly brother who doesn't probably even know what a shower is, I somehow felt like I was with Michael. He was here, next to me. And in a few... nightmares of mine, he was there.

Speaking of nightmares, they were coming back again. I've always had a trouble with them, ever since I was a toddler. Maybe it was a side effect to having druggie parents and a rough environment to grow up in.

"I'm sorry." Trevor said. "I really am. I am only saving you from yourself."

"What is there to save if I am without him?" I blankly stated, continuing to stare at the brown and orange zig-zag pattern with several rips, stains, and missing fabric pieces.

"You've only known each other for like two weeks."

"There's a connection, Trevor. You wouldn't understand."

"Danielle. I technically raised you ever since you were born. Our.. beautiful but damaged flower of a mother..." Trevor faded off with his words but shook his head. "Our father was a horrible guy. Mostly focusing on Ryan... how I hated him... anyhow. I would understand. We have a connection. No matter how angry you or I am at each other, we will always remain good siblings."

"That's called just being siblings." I snapped. "Michael's not a sibling."

"He was like one."

"But he wasn't a biological one. Plus, that'd just be weird..." I tucked my arms tighter together and situated my head a little bit.

"It already is weird. No, it's sick. He's like ten years older than you."

"Point is?"

"It's really horrible." Trevor narrowed his eyes at me, I could feel them drilling into the back of my head. I heard shuffling of feet and a door opening. "I'm going out. The garage is locked so you can't get any ideas."

"Like I will even get up."

"You would if there was a way to get to that snake."

"Go."

I heard the door slam shut with a hesitation. It was quiet again.. like that one time when that Mexican guy came and kidnapped me... Michael was so brave.

This was going to be a long few weeks.