𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐅𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭

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omniscient
a few days later

"so guess what i saw". brandy cooed as they walked down the hallways doing their rounds and check ups on their older patients, monica stared down at her clipboard in thought,

brandy reached over gently tugging monica's braid making her look over at her blankly, "mo what's been going on with you? you've been quietly lately". she said in concern, "i'm fine, just tired". brandy nodded eyeing her, biting her lip monica began writing things in her notes, "so what's been going on with you and that rapper?". she teased as monica frowned,

"rapper? who". monica asked in confusing, "that one boy who came up here making all the women wanna drop they damn panties". they both busted out laughing, "jack?". brandy nodded, "yes him, you know he likes you right?". monica shook her head, "you do realize i'm over twenty years older than him, he does not". she said waving that idea off, "you must of not seen the pictures". brandy said, monica shook her head, "i have not". she said stopping once she gazed into the familiar cold blue eyes. brandy smiled faded seeing michael,

michael smiled holding the flowers, monica faked a smile walking over towards him, "hey baby w-want to go to lunch with me?". he asked softly handing her the roses, she happened to gaze over at her best friend seeing her frowning,

"baby i can't right now, it's so busy". she lied as he sighed nodding, walking closer to her she raised an eyebrow, he gently kissed her healing lip. "i'll see you at home".

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a few hours later...

tiredly opening the front door, monica kicked her shoes off putting them by the door, shaking her jacket off michael head popped up from the couch, she noticed all the beer cans on the coffee table, trash was everywhere. she blew out a breath in frustration. "michael why couldn't you clean up your mess". she softly said shaking her head, he quickly stood up his body swaying to the side, "m-mo shut up". he waved her off,

rolling her eyes she went to the kitchen grabbing a trash bag, michael who stood by the couch eyed her as she went over to the coffee table, taking a sip of his beer he walked over tossing it onto her face and body. "michael what the fuck". she gritted wiping her bare face of the alcohol, "you think i'm a fucking joke". he spat stepping closer to her, yanking her body towards him he held her wrist tightly making her hiss in pain. "my boys think i'm some pussy because you got me out here looking stupid!". he shouted grabbing her neck, before she could think michael slammed her onto the hard wood floor.

gasping for air she shut her eyes in pain, reaching over to the table he pour more alcohol onto her body, lifting her leg she kicked him making him fall. "stop putting your damn hands on me". she screamed slowly standing up rubbed her head that was began to thump, "i'm not cheating on you!". she said shaking her head, "clean all these damn cans up". she threw the bag at his body as he struggled to get off the floor,

"you calling my boys liars?". he asked in disbelief, monica sighed talking to him drunk was like talking to a brick wall,

"baby you need to stop drinking". she mumbled walking around him, going upstairs she stripped of her clothes turning the shower on. locking the door she put her head under the shower head, looking down at the floor the blood mixed in with the water, gently massaging her head she pulled her hand away seeing the blood. a knock on the door made her jump slightly, "baby i'm sorry". she heard michael's voice as she washed herself up, looking at her bruised wrist tears ran down her face.

"baby you hear me? i'm sorry for doing that i promise to not do it again". he shouted from behind the door, sliding down the wall michael began hitting his fist against his head frustrated with himself, standing up he went across the hall going towards the bathroom to take a shower.

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feeling arms wrap around her body monica attempted to move away, "baby please i'm sorry". he softly said gazing over at her, turning towards him she eyed his face innocently, "you need to get your anger in check michael". he nodded in agreement, "i am not your punching bag". she softly said as he pulled her closer, burying his head in her neck he inhaled her scent. "i promise to do better".