Warning [5SOS]

Broken

It's been a week. Melissa sat in her room staring at her messages between Michael. The last one was sent and received seven days ago. She never got calls or texts back..he never responded. She sighed and sat her phone down on her desk. She rubbed her eyes and then closed them.

There was a tap on her window that made her open her eyes. She sat up and walked over opening her blinds to see Michael Clifford sitting on her roof. Quickly she opened it and removed the screen "Michael! Where have you been? I've just been sitting here thinking you were dead!" She said angrily.

Michael climbed through her window.

"you didn't even call me or text me or-or tell me anything! You-"

She was stopped by his lips pressing against hers. He moved his arm around her waist and held her close "I'm sorry" he said leaning out.

Melissa slapped her hand across his face.

"Ow!" He yelled.

"Shut up" she replied and kissed him again, moving her arm around his neck and running her fingers through his hair.

"You're not going to slap me again are you?" He asked.

"Depends" she shrugged.

"Alright look...I came here to ask you something" Michael said, again leaning away.

"What?" She asked.

"Come join the white faces"

"What?" She asked again but this time with a laugh "are you serious?"

Michael nodded and put his forehead against hers.

"No, no I won't" she answered letting go of him and stepping back "did you join again?" She asked.

"Well..not exactly-"

"I thought things were finally changing" she put her hands on her head and shook it back and forth.

"Hey it's your Dads fault, he's the one who turned me into Jay" Michael said trying to take her hand but she pulled away.

"I should've never stepped into that holding room" she said.

"Don't say that, please don't say that" Michael begged.

"You're just bad news Clifford" she said "how could you? You know all those innocent people are being killed!"

Michael looked down ashamed.

"How do you stand it? Knowing what you're doing?" She asked, her eyes forming tears.

He looked up.

"Oh my god" she said with both shock and fear "you enjoy it, don't you?"

He didn't respond.

"Don't you!" She yelled.

"No! Yes..I don't know!" He replied "th-there's just this feeling I get when I'm holding the gun a-and when you pull the trigger it just...I don't know!"

"What is wrong with you?" She asked stepping back.

"No Mel, no-no Mel please!" He stepped forward.

"You need to leave" she said with tears.

"Mel-"

"And you need to not come back"

"Melissa I need you!" He cried "you can't do this to me!"

"Get away from me! I can never love someone who takes lives!" She screamed with tears running down her face.

Michael froze. There it was, his worst fear. Melissa was afraid of him. The only person he ever loved didn't love him back. He finally brought himself to speak "what?" He asked.