"You don't want me..." I breathed, selfishly leaning into his touch. But I quickly pull away.
"I'm different and so not your type," I muttered, looking everywhere else but at him. He frowns slightly, eyes simmering.
"God, Anna." He exhaled, cool bre...
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MICHAEL
Anna and i quietly walked to my old bedroom. i couldnt help the sour feeling taking a space in my stomach. i know i shouldnt have given into Jesse'e sick manipulations, but one thing i wont do? is to sit down and watch him drag my wife's name down the fucking mud. It was bad enough that the whole fucking city talked of her when Miya died because of his stupid allegations. he had it coming and i don't regret anything. the only thing i'll want to change tonight was the expression in Anna eyes when she looked me. The fear and the tiny trace of hurt and disappointment in her eyes made my chest tighten painfully.
I quicken my steps and with a few strides and fall inline by herside slipping her small hands into mine. i frown, she is so warm. Anna doesnt look at me, she just continues walking, so i remain silent. Two doors down, we come to a stop. i open the door to my old bedroom and she enters, brushing past me. she walks in rushing to the bathroom and i follow her. Anna swiftly slipped into the space, shutting the door before i could get in. my heart clenches, my mind swamps with numerous thoughts about the uncertain.
"Anna?" i knock on the door, twisting the knob but its locked. I'm rewarded with the sound of the tap running.
she doest want you in there?
Maybe she doesnt, but i need to know if she's okay. for the sake of sanity. I stay in my spot behind door, waiting for her. just incase she needed me.
A few minutes later, I heard the toilet flash. the running water from before was still on.
" Anna?" I called, knocking on the door when the unpleasant sound of her coughing reached my ears. my pulse throbs and my heart thrums wickedly fast against my ribcage. The sour bile returning. When i pulled her into my chest earlier she was awfully warm. her bright orbs were quite dull now that i think back to it. but aside that nothing looked out of the ordinary.
the back of my neck prickled, "Anna?" i tried again. hoping she would answer, or so help me God i will break this door down.
"yea?" she replied faintly, but i heard her.
Good God. The relief that shakes my soul can't be explained. My eyes snap down to the door knob when it jiggled with a few turns, and it opens, Anna steps out.
i step back, scanning her features as she walks out.
"Are you okay?" my hands frame her face, cupping her cheeks. she looked flustered and her face was dump with tears. I catch the falling drops with my thumbs, swiping them away.
my throat closes up. something's wrong and i hate that i can't figure it out. My eyes continue to search her face.
"Anna, talk me baby," but she just nodded as her reply no words coming out of her mouth. Soft breaths, almost pants rolled out of her parted lips. Helplessness —No. I need to stay calm and just hope for the best. "okay, baby just nod to my questions okay?" i plead holding her gaze. the sour feeling in my stomach, its fear. i can't let it cripple me right now. she needs me. Maybe she's feeling unsettled, or a little sick. at dinner i watched her play around with her food for a while and then she excused herself.
