I Hate My Roommate

CHAPTER 28

Song: Taste of Ink - The Used

He staggered to the side but got a hold of himself. "Wait... Michelle."

Michelle didn't wait. Instead, she grabbed him by the black sweat and dragged him to the apartment. Cole, now against the door, tried to calm her down, but she didn't hear a thing as she exerted force on his neck with the forearm.

"I just want to know where she is..."

The girl let out of his grip and hit his nose. Cole's head darted back and knocked on the door. She kept on jabbing his face, remembering every single moment she saw how happy Sage was next to him. Cole was awful at dodging the blows and at executing them as well. He felt the alcohol smell and sensed that the only way of getting out of that situation was to run away from Michelle.

I'm in real trouble... Fuck... A ridiculous pain took over him and it felt like every part of his face was about to fall, until it became so familiar that it seemed he wasn't being punched anymore, he couldn't keep on his foot anymore. Cole fell to the floor, almost unconscious, and with the color of his face turning pink and the corner of his lips and the temples bleeding.

"What did you think you were doing?" Michelle sat on top of him, her hand with red knuckles involved his neck, and analyzed his pity self, fighting her will to strangle him. "Do you even realize how much I love that girl? Huh?" She got closer to his face and screamed: "Do you, Cole?"

"I didn't mean to." He started sobbing, trying to use the little force he had to take her hands out of him.

"I'm so in love with her. I've always been... And our relationship was starting to take the right course, there was no more temptation in her actions towards me. But then you appeared."

She gave him a last and the strongest knock and laid on his side, staring at the ceiling, convinced that it wasn't enough. However, Cole almost fainted, his nose and lips were bleeding...

A despised look was thrown at him. Michelle let out a sigh as trying to get up, she walked to the kitchen, looked at her feet, carefully to not fall, filled a glass with water, and wetted the guy lying on the floor. He woke up with a start and got up, scared when he caught Michelle standing above his head.

"I don't care what you do to me," He stuttered while opening the door to run away, "I love her."

"You, son of a bitch." Her eyes that had softened became angry again. "Get the fuck out!"

He left without any other word.

The floor had blood dots and also was her hand, but the only thing she could do was sit back on the couch and end the whiskey bottle, smoke her cigarettes, and pretend to watch a movie. She didn't ponder whether what she had just done was right or wrong, if butting in on Sage's relationship was a good thing to do or not. Michelle just knew it was no turning back, her mission now was to do whatever her brain asked to, the time was running out, she was living at the bottom of a swimming pool, drowning, asphyxiated, dying.

She peacefully fell asleep before her suicidal thoughts come back.

The next day, after lunch, Aelin appeared there, holding a present. "Merry Christmas, Michelle."

This one was in the brick of falling into tears, she took Aelin into a hug and whispered how much she missed them. She was tired, with terrible headaches and bellyaches.

"You stink of alcohol." She coughed, yet between her arms. "You can't drink. Neither smoke."

"Don't be mad at me, Lin." She whispered, fondling their hair. "Just be next to me."

"I am..." They let go of the girl and faced her. "But you can't give up on yourself."

Michelle dazed at them with empty eyes, traveling somewhere deep in her mind. When she came back, she blinked a couple of times and turned around to the kitchen. "My hair is falling. I'm going to cut it."