Song: Bad Reputation - Joan Jett & the Blackhearts
At 2 AM they were both drunk in that dark room that led to the balcony, smoking, Michelle had forgotten about Sage and Cole, Aelin on top of Michelle with their knees between her hips, making out, more in themself than Michelle in herself, who was still holding a cup.
"Let's get out of here!" Michelle was uncomfortable on that tiny sofa, plus it was hot.
Holding hands, not 'cause it was some affection gesture but because Michelle needed Aelin to orient her, they drove through the stairs, the people, and then reached the exit door. Outside was now with people, five or six. They were discussing where they were heading when one of the men who were smoking asked them if they needed company. Both turned to face him, just to know how he looked, I guess. But Aelin noticed Michelle was about to say something, to walk to him. "It's not worth it."
So they turned around and kept walking, Michelle whispered some insults.
"What? In China, the boys aren't gentle like in here?"
"What are you even talking about?" Michelle faced him again and took some steps forward, disgustedly watching him stretching his eyes and making sounds that were supposed to be Mandarin, like a child.
Is this guy serious? She looked at Aelin looking at him, obviously hurt but used to it. Michelle walked towards him with a smile and he had stopped the preposterous show for a second, but just to get hit by the girl on the face.
"Damn! Do you know the meaning of 'respect', you idiot?" The people around got alerted, including Aelin with the hands on their mouth. "Hijo de una puta! La vergüenza deste país." Michelle threw to a few years older guy who was staggering. And who knew Michelle could tell she was mad due to the sudden change of language and, if not insured by someone, out of control.
Aelin, unfortunately, wasn't even aware of that and hadn't understood the Spanish words.
"How dare you?" The man ran to her and punched her back in the cheek.
Her body followed her head and she overbalanced to the floor. Her fingers reached her jaw, aching. Before Michelle could manage to look at him again, she felt her hoodie being pulled and a fist striking her stomach, her lungs spasmed and she wasn't able to breathe for a moment. And one more punch, two punches, three... She coughed blood, with her one hand on the belly, the other on the bent knee hearing a weird and thin hiss and Aelin's voice. Once she caught her breath, she looked at the man.
"Is that it?"
She straightened up, he wasn't too far away so it took her two steps to reach him and again punch him in the face, probably the only thing she could do. The next second he had already had his hands smashed on Michelle's nose, she felt brutally, her eyes were watering and her nose was pounding like hell. After that, she couldn't see anything that happened. Her eyes, cheeks, and nose were being thumped, there was only darkness with small yellowish dots, little spikes of pain, people's voices, sometimes it would sting, others she could feel her whole face throbbing.
Where's that stupid guard? I need to get out of here...
"You stupid hoe, just go back to your country!"
She remained on the floor with a side of her face against it, the man left her legs and grabbed another cigarette leaving the alley. The sky was beautiful, it looked like an eternal dark can freckled with a million droplets of white paint.
"Kellett... Oh my god, we have to go to the hospital!"
"Ah..." She sat and took her phone out of her pants pocket. It was impossible to move her jaw, so she was aiming to just land the address to Aelin, but she had no battery.
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I Hate My Roommate
Teen Fiction«It felt like things were going back to normal, their balance, the peace between those walls that sooner or later would reach a climax and everything would break into pieces, it would look like the damage is irretrievable and there's no turning back...
