Sorry for these sucky updates, I'm really sucking it up right now... but I promise they'll get better... x_x I'm tired and just want to update this since I haven't in over 2 weeks and you guys deserve better. Thank you for all your support and enjoy. [If any ideas, please post them...]
DANIELLE'S POV
4 AM
Day 4 of their separation
Michael.... My heart cried. I need Michael..... It pleaded. Go to sleep, heart, it's four in the morning.
I don't think I have moved from the couch except to go to the bathroom since Trevor has forbidden me to see Michael. My entire body just refused to work. I felt weird. It's hard to explain.... I just felt weird.
"You need to eat." Trevor spoke, standing by the counter and fridge.
"I am not required to eat." I said, emotionless, staring at the fabric of the couch. I was on my side, facing straight towards it so I didn't have to see Trevor.
"I've told you this a hundred times before, you don't need Michael to live."
He said Michael.... My heart thudded with anticipation.
"Yes, I do."
"Not arguing." My brother growled from his easy frustration. "You just haven't eaten in four days.... or stood up for more than five minutes each day..."
"So?"
"It's weird... unnatural."
"Let me see Michael and I'll be thriving with such life, you will want me like this."
"I don't even think it would want you to be like this." Trevor grumbled, a hint of anger in his voice.
"Excuse you?" He just called Michael an it. Are you kidding? Is he trying to piss me off?
"Look—"
"Why don't you look and stop being a selfish prick!" I snapped back, almost getting up but my muscles refused so I just scowled.
"Just go back to sleep if you are going to be a crabby bear."
"Maybe I will."
"Maybe I will too."
"Good." I finished, listening to his angry footsteps march into his bedroom, slamming his small, wooden door behind him. He's a grown man and he acts like a child at times.
My fingers tapped the couch from lack of movement. I wanted to do something but there was nothing to do.
Suddenly, an idea popped up in my head. I forgot about my laptop.
Sitting up with a small groan of pain, I reached towards the ground, where my smaller suitcase was at. I never fully unpacked yet.
Taking out my computer, I lit it up and waited for it to get to the home screen. As I watched it start up, I could not help but to think about Michael.
Heck, he's the only thing I've been thinking of.
But I just haven't felt correct. Almost like a queasy feeling. It couldn't be from something like separation anxiety, could it?
Just thinking of Michael and the fact that I can't leave the house to see him was so painful to think about. How was I so attached to him? We've barely had a sit down where we learn about each other. I don't even know his favorite color...
The computer logged on and went to my home screen, where I clicked on the Chrome app to get to the internet. Since the store right next to Trevor's trailer here had open WiFi, I was just stealing theirs.
I went straight to my email and since I was automatically logged in, it took about ten seconds for it to load.
I needed to send him an email... maybe.. just maybe he'll see it.
Pressing compose, I began to type my email.
Dear Michael,
It's been a really long time, even though it hasn't even been a week. I really miss hanging out with you, since Trevor won't let me out of the house. I've just sort have been laying here... for four days... only getting up for a few minutes each day. Feels like I'm dying or... I'm getting separation anxiety. I miss you... weird, yeah? Barely know each other.
Tell me, Michael. What's your favorite color?
Sincerely, Danielle.
Satisfied with what I typed, I shut the laptop and put it back into my suitcase, so Trevor wouldn't take it away. He acted like our mom. So picky.
Laying back down and shifting underneath my blankets, I felt more relax for once and I got to finally drift into sleep knowing I now had a way to at least talk to Michael.
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MICHAEL'S POV
5 AM
Lester was figuring something out.
Hell, if I was going to die, I was going to die doing what I do best. I needed to protect my kids and pay this debt off to Madrazo otherwise if he kills me, he'll undoubtedly go after them and they can't even protect themselves from an insult. I don''t have the money to pay him up front, but maybe if Lester could set up something....
Trevor could not find out. Neither could Danielle... the last thing I needed was Trevor to screw something up or Danielle getting in the way. My life was already ruined, so why does it matter?
There was a small bing from my phone. A notification. This early in the morning? Who could be up this early?
Ignoring it as I finally began to feel sleepy, I rested my head on my pillow, staring at my wife's sleeping spot, which was now forever empty. My hand instinctively raised and placed were her head used to rest.
I barely noticed the tears getting stuck in my throat. I've only cried one other time. But this? This was... horrible. It was like someone ripped out my heart, cut it up and stuck glass in it, and shoved it back in. It hurt.
But when I think of Danielle.. the pain subsides a little. Like water on fire. It cools me down, evens me out. However, the only thing I could think about was death. Death, death, death. I wish I could see her one last time... just one last time and I'd be okay.
Right now... I'm just horribly suffering.
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