"Her or me?" A tear rolled down Michelle's puffy cheek, "You have to make a decision."
For Michelle, life has always been about control- control in the studio, in her friendships, and even in the secrets she hides. But with an unexpected pregnancy...
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I close the front door behind me as quietly as possible. I even try to hold my breath, fearing that the slightest thing will wake her. I know that if she realised that I was gone last night, then I'm in big trouble.
I walk down the hallway after taking off my shoes, tiptoeing quietly. The house is in silence, but I know that that means nothing. I'm expecting Michelle to be sitting somewhere, waiting for me to return, no emotion on her face.
And when I reach our bedroom, I hesitate. I look at the doorknob, and my heart feels like it's going to implode. I begin to wonder if I can actually face this.
One, two, three...
I open the door, and I'm met with silence. My eyes are immediately drawn to Michelle. She's lying on the bed, her eyes closed tightly, and I can't help but hear her snoring.
She's asleep?
She's lying in the same spot I left her in last night, and nothing in the room looks touched. Nothing looks like it was thrown in a fit of rage, and I'm surprised to see that my bags haven't already been packed.
I then decide to quickly change into my night clothes– I can't have her see me in Summer's clothes. So I quickly change before making sure to wipe off my makeup. I then mess up my a little before jumping into bed beside her.
"E- Emily?" I hear her groan.
"Michelle?" My eyes widen in panic.
She opens her eyes slightly, turning around so that she's facing me. "W- what- what time is it?"
I look over at the clock beside our bed. "It's almost lunchtime."
"I slept all that time?" She asks me, and I'm immediately confused.
"You did?" I ask, before immediately remembering that I need to conceal what happened last night. "Oh, y- yeah, it looks like it."
She rubs her eyes. "Oh... I must be super sick then. I never sleep that long."
I watch as she pulls herself up, laying her head against the headboard. "Did you have a good sleep?"
"Uhm... y- yeah. Yeah, I had a good sleep."
She doesn't remember a thing?
I decide to ask her a few questions to try to figure out how much she remembers from last night.
"Wait, you don't remember a thing from last night?"
She looks confused for a second before shaking her head. "I remember throwing up my entire stomach contents; that's about it. Oh, and then I remember my head hitting the pillow, and then I started having this weird dream about our old high school maths teacher... Wait, I think I had a sex dream about him!"
