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𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 25 | 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕
It's been a week since the last time I've been out of this hotel. In all honesty I feel like shit, the news about my mother that I've been warned about had me in a very funky mood. I am just simply not ready to face the fact that my mother, the one that gave birth to me and my asshole brothers will be gone soon.
She is truly the one that makes me stay kind of a float when I don't know what to do in my life. I know for a fact when she's gone things won't be the same anymore even though we as a family are kinda at our breaking point she is the one that wants us to fix things. Soon a knock at my hotel door snaps me out of my thoughts which I am suddenly glad for.
Lazily I get up very groggy feeling a headache start to pound my head once I get up. "Got damn" I swear under my breathe as I rub my head quickly putting on the pants I had on for the past week that I seen laying on the floor. "Room Service" I hear a faint voice say on the other end of the door. "Hold on" I say as I turn the door knob. I am met with stephanie giving me a very worried look as her big eyes stares in mine.
"Steph what are you doing here?" Asking her as she doesn't even answer me while walking past me turning on the room lamp. "Good god Michael this room is a pig-sty, and why haven't you called me in the past week?" Scanning around the room I see that she is right my room is in a big mess but she's over exaggerating it. "Because it's just family issues that's all nothing to worry about".
"Whatever Michael you might can lie to anyone but me , if it's nothing than why haven't you called or at least come to see me" She looks at me cocking her eyebrow at me as she does her signature move by putting her hands on her hips. "Baby it's nothing to worry about okay, and plus I just have been really busy I've been mostly at the studio and I would have come to see you but you know how it goes" I tell her while lying hoping she can get off my case.
"Michael I am about this close to cursing your ass out! Stop lying to me, and you wanna know how I know you weren't at the studio because I called quincy and he said he hasn't seen you in a week! So cut the bullshit with me Michael and be real" A blankless expression comes across my face as I look at her, but deep down I'm a but shocked because she never really talks to me this way.
"Steph I- it's about my mother alright she's not doing well, okay that's why you haven't seen me in a week and I shouldn't be the only one that caters to the needs of both of us you could have at least came to check up on me as well instead of it being me all the time for jehovah's sake I know I'm a man but damn I have feelings to" I say as I express myself to her in the best way possible something I'm not very good at.
"Michael, don't go there with me okay because when I do try to check up on you to see how you are doing or feeling you shut me out as always, you constantly tell me how it's the mans job to be strong and to never show emotions and that men don't cry, well guess what news flash you failed at that okay because every time, you get in your moods you always do this and I'm sick and tired of it you need to just let me in okay". I press fingers against my temples becoming very agitated with Steph.
