Mistakes

02. Drunk

(A/N: this is Ryan's POV of what took place while Michael was gone to rehearsals)
I woke up, hating my entire life.
I was stuck in a strangers apartment because the guy who promised me marriage cheated on me, then proceeded to kick me out. I lost my job, due to the fact that I wouldn't have sex with the boss.
I guess there was only one option left.
I walked into the bathroom and was heading to the toilet when I noticed the water running.
Shit.
I was turning around when Michael peaked out from behind the curtain.
""Who the hell are you?"
"Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you were in the shower!"
"What? How did you get into my house and why are you wearing my clothes?"
"Um. You picked me up off the road and said I could stay here until I got back up on my feet?" I asked, confused by the fact that he couldn't remember anything.
I stepped outside to let him finish his shower and wait for him to be finished so we could finish this conversation.
"Were you drunk?"
I was pretty sure he was, which makes me furious.
He scoffed, pretending to be offended.
"I know you're lying. I've used it many times. You were drinking and driving! You're a sick bastard, you know that?"
My voice was raising the more I spoke.
"No one got hurt. What's the big deal?"
I tensed up, the memories flooding back to me.
*Flashback*
"Tim!" I yelled as the car landed upside down from flipping many times.
"Tim! No you can't leave me! You can't leave us! We need you! I need you!"
*Flashback Ended*
"What's the big deal? You could've been killed or killed someone else! God. You're so much worse than a rapist," I screamed, the memories flooding back at full speed.
"Hey! That's not fair. I don't usually do it, but I had literally drank away any common sense that I have."
"You think that's an excuse?"
I saw him coward back as my voice raised.
Good. You should be scared.
"You're just like him."
"I'm sorry?"
"Don't you have rehearsals?" I asked, trying to get him out of here so he doesn't see me break down.
"Ugh. Yeah. I better get going. I'll see you when I get back."
I nodded as he grabbed the keys and walked out the door.
I looked everywhere for a speaker of any sort, squealing when I found one.
I pulled out the only possession I grabbed, my phone.
I turned to Spotify and hooked the speaker to my phone.
I went into my room and took off my shirt, finding the shorts I had worn under my jeans to make my jeans fit better.
I slipped on my sports bra and then went out and into the living room, pressing play on my dancing playlist.
Immediately, Just A Little Bit of Your Heart by Ariana Grande started playing.
I stretched and started warming up, almost breaking into tears when I let the lyrics hit my heart.
I don't ever ask you where you've been
And I don't feel the need to know who you're with.
I can't even think straight
But I can tell
That you were just with her
But I'll still be a fool.
I'm a fool for you.
Just a little bit of your heart.
Just a little bit of your heart.
Just a little bit of your heart is all (2x)
I want.
I'm asking for.
I don't ever tell you
How I really feel.
'Cause I can't find the words to
Say what I mean.
And nothings ever easy
That's what they say
I know I'm not your only
But I'll still be a fool
I'm a fool for you
Just a little bit of your heart
Just a little bit of your heart
Just a little bit of your heart is all (2x)
I want.
I'm asking for.
Just a little bit.
I know I'm not your only.
But at least I'm one.
I heard a little love
Is better than none.
Oh babe.
Just a little bit of your heart.
Just a little bit of your heart (2x)
Just a little bit of your heart is all
I want.
Just a little bit is all I'm asking for.
I broke at the end.
All I saw was the accident, my boyfriend kicking me out, the disappoint and sadness on my parents faces when I left.
"Why did you leave Tim? Why?" I cried out.
Once the tears subsided, I picked a faster beat song that I could hip hop dance to.
I needed to practice and you better believe I was going to succeed.