Beautiful Mistake

I Need Help

When I reach Michaels house David answers the door. "Fucking get out of here you douchebag," he says to me before slamming the door in my face.

I knock again. No answer

"Hello?" Michael says as he answers the phone.

"I'm at the door. David won't let me in," I tell him.

Michael hangs up and is at the door a minute later. I follow him through the house and into his bedroom. He flops into the bed. I lay down next to him and pull him tight to me.

"I'm sorry I lied," I tell him.

He turns to face me, "it's okay. You were just protecting yourself. I never thought that we'd become this.."

I chuckle, "neither did I."

Michael then pushes me to my back and leans over me. He kisses me softly. Then David walks in..

"Michael stop!" David shouts.

"Fuck off," Michael says as he kisses me again.

"You! He's not the one that has to deal with you after he leaves you," David says.

I sit up, "I'm not leaving him."

"Sure you won't. When you get sick of his drunken ways you'll leave. Just like the others," David says before closing the door again.

"What does he mean?" I ask Michael.

"I'm a drunk," he tells me as he falls to his back. He runs his hands through his hair.

"Okay. I can help you. You don't ne-"

"I don't want help!" Michael shouts.

I back away from him. "And what about Meghan?"

"What about her? She has my brother."

"She needs her father. Where is she?" I ask.

"Paris," he sighs.

"Michael..."

"You know what...just leave!" Michael shouts.

"I-"

"Leave!"

Without another word I leave. I pound my fist on the steering wheel at a stop light. 'I'm so stupid.'

--

A week passes without a single text or a call from Michael. As much as I want to call or text him, it's up to him to make a move after the way things ended between us. He needs help and I hope David can get him that.

Michael <3: Hey.
Me: Hey...
Michael <3: I need your help.
Michael <3: Please.
Me: With what?
Michael <3: I need to sober up. I can't do it alone. David left and my brother won't let me see Meghan.
Me: Oh..
Me: I'm sorry.
Me: How can I help?
Michael <3: I need you to drop me off and make sure I fully register for a clinic. If I do it myself I won't go. I'll walk through the door and turn right around to go to a bar.
Michael <3: Please.
Me: When?
Me: And yes.
Michael <3: Right now?
Me: Give me an hour?
Michael <3: Of course.

--

Michael didn't speak a word to me the entire ride to the clinic. He must've just wanted a ride, not to talk this out.

"Need me to come in?" I ask as I pull into a parking spot.

He looks towards the building and nods. His leg shakes in the waiting room chair as he waits for a physician to come get him after clearing his paperwork. I rest my hand on his leg to stop it. He stops and then laces his hand with mine.

"Michael-" I start.

"Michael?" Someone calls.

Michael's head turns to their direction. Away from mine. Without saying goodbye he leaves with that person.

Bye...