"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 walk straight into her home after finding the door unlocked. And when I'm in the main room, I don't see her anywhere. I search everywhere for her, frantically, my body filled with adrenaline. I begin to panic when I can't find her, so I decide to make some noise to let her know that I'm here.
"Hey!" I shout while hitting my fist against all of her closed doors. "Where the hell are you?!"
"Open the fuck up!" I say when I try a door and realise that it's locked.
"Scarlett, I swear to god-!"
Suddenly, the door creaks open and she peers through a small gap that she creates.
She looks surprised to see me. "W- what the hell are you doing here?"
I begin to explain. "Y- your door was open. Look, I need to talk to you."
"Michelle, I don't have time for-." She begins to close the door behind me, but I use my hand to keep it open.
"No, it's serious." The look on my face shows that.
I guess that she can tell that I'm in a panicked state, and despite her clearly not wanting to talk to me today, she finally agrees to come out of her cave.
She sighs. "Just- just give me a minute, alright?"
She slams the door shut, and I'm left wondering what she's doing in there. She wouldn't let me see what's behind her, and I suddenly realise that I've never actually seen what's behind this door. The last time I was here, she practically took my head off because I walked into her bedroom.
After a few minutes of impatiently waiting in the main room, I hear the click of the lock, and the next thing I know she's approaching me. I furrow my brows as I take in what she's wearing– a robe.
"You taking a bath?" I ask her.
She shakes her head. "It's none of your business."
I notice the rouge lipstick that she's wearing, and her eyelids have a shimmer grey colour on them, the look completed with some eyeliner. I don't ask her about it as I know that she won't answer me anyway.
She takes a seat on one of the kitchen stools, and I can tell that she's wondering why I'm here.
"What are you doing here?" She asks me.
"I need to speak to you." I walk closer to her, hovering near her.
She scoffs. "Couldn't you have just called me? It's pretty rude to just walk into someone's house."
