Byler | Smut {Chills} ✨

1 | Confession

POV : Mike's Side

I was spending a lot of precious time with El. But... there was something wrong. Something I refused to tell her. I couldn't just sit there and lie to her in the face. I mean... right?
"Mike.. may I kiss you?" El asked, wondrously. How could I reply? The truth is, I didn't love her the same way. Not the same way as before.
I was pretty much fixated on someone else.

I don't know what's wrong with me.
El pat my shoulder to make sure I had heard her.
I had. I just couldn't reply...

"Are you... okay, Mike?" She grabbed my shoulder and wrapped me around her arms.
I stared into the void. "N- not really." I sided with my thoughts.
I needed to tell her the truth. She needed to know.

"El.. I have something to tell you. PLEASE don't get mad." My pitch got darker, as she got a worried look on her face.
"What's wrong?" Her eyes were fixated on my face.
"I.. I don't think I love you like before. I know it hurts. I'm so sorry.... But I can't continue doing things like this. Not with you. I don't know what's happening to me... I'm so stu-" She cut me off. "It's okay, Mike. I know." El reached to grab one of my hands and held it tight.

"You know? What do you mean..." I muttered, while looking at her straight in the face.
She switched position on the sofa, as she looked away and let go of my hand. "I also haven't been 100% honest with you." El mumbled, before tears came running down her now wet cheeks.

"What do you mean?" I asked. She looked back at me.
"I've looked into your mind. I've looked, and I've seen..." she bursted out crying.

His eyebrows raised as he touched the girl smoothly, and hugged her.
"Tell me... tell me what you saw?" I panicked. El didn't dare look at me. She kept silent; her lips were shut.
"I saw you holding your..." She stopped. My face went red, as she looked down at my pants. "And... you were screaming someone's name..." She continued. I paused, and placed my hands on my face.

"You were calling William... my brother." She ended her phrase, as she turned her head and cried harder.
This was going crazy. I couldn't believe she watched me... but I had to admit it; she wasn't to blame.
"I'm sorry El. It's all my fault." I started, as she cut me: "No, Mike. I'm sorry. We were maybe not meant to be, and I didn't let you know soon enough. I'm a bad person. I'm a monster." El stood up saying so, as she ran off.

As she ran towards the front door of my house, she slammed it with a loud hit. "What have I done.." I sighed in my whispers.
"MIKE, STOP SLAMMING DOORS!" I heard from upstairs. It was Karen, my mother. "Ugh.. okay mOoOoM," I yelled, before dropping down on the couch. I watched the ceiling, it seemed to be moving...
Moving a little too much...
—I fell asleep.—