I slam my fist hard against the wooden door roughly multiple times, anger seeping from my pores. I feel my jaw clench tightly as I pace, feeling my tears still hitting my cheeks.
The door swings open, "Grace? What happened?" He reaches out to touch me, but I flinch back.
"This is all your fault!" I shout, "This is all your fault!"
He grabs my arm and pulls me into his apartment, closing the door behind me.
"He left me!" I scream, tears falling from my eyes as I punch his chest, "Because of you! Everything was fine, Michael! My life was fine, my life was good," I breath heavily, "He was good. And then you just come back all smirky and attractive and I fucking fell for it, again!"
"Luke? He-?" He stutters, confused.
"Fuck you, Michael," I hiss, hitting his chest repeatedly, "Fuck you for doing this to me. Fuck you for saying you are in love with me. Fuck you for making me feel like a damn teenager again," I cry pathetically, "Fuck you."
"Grace, I-"
"If you don't recall, you broke up with me," I snap, "I was alone and sad, and you told me it wasn't working out, when you damn well know that is was working out. I don't even know why you broke up with me! So you don't get to come back into my life, my finally perfect life, and make me fall for you again!"
"I didn't make you fall for me, Grace," he shakes his head.
"Yes you did!" I throw my hands in the air, "You came back and you told me you loved me! You were there for me and made me feel safe, you asshole!"
"So you're mad at me for being there for you?" He asks, flabbergasted, "Are you serious?"
"I'm extremely serious," I cross my arms over my chest, "I didn't ask for you to come back. I didn't want you to come back."
"Well I'm sorry," he says sarcastically, his faded red hair disheveled, "I'm sorry that I'm in love with you, Grace. I was always in love with you and I'll always be in love with you."
"Well stop!" I groan, starting to pace again, tugging at the roots of my hair, "For Christs sake, Michael, he broke up with me!"
"I'm sorry your perfect boyfriend broke up with you," he shouts, "But I'm not going to stop loving you! Fucking hell, Grace, do you think that I would still love you if I could control it?!"
"You want to know why I broke up with you?!" He taunts, his face getting redder with anger, a vein popping right above his eyebrow piercing, "I broke up with you because I wasn't good enough for you! I wanted to get my shit together, get a job, move out of my shit house with my shitty father. I wanted to do that for you! I wanted to do all that and then come back to you! It took longer than I thought but I didn't quit because I knew that I would have a better chance at making a life for you! But then I finally did it and you were already taken. He was already making that life for you!"
I feel all the words get caught in my throat, causing him to continue, "I never wanted a family, Grace. I never wanted to settle down and I certainly never wanted to have kids," he walks closer to me, "So you could imagine how fucking scary it was when I would have dreams about coming home every night to two little girls and seeing you sitting there with them. It fucking terrifies me."
I shake my head, looking down. I've had those dreams too.
"I can't fucking look at you anymore without doing this," he mutters to himself.
I look up at him confused before his hands are on both side of my face and his lips are pressed to mine.
I stand there for a second, my eyes wide open, looking at his features. His eyebrow ring scrunched together with his eyebrows, his eyes closed tightly, and his nose sitting right next to mine. God, I've missed him. I've missed his lips.
"Kiss me back," he mumbles against my lips, "Please."
I feel my insides melt away, as I close my eyes and start to kiss him back. My hands hesitate for a second, like I'm an inexperienced 15 year old girl again, before I put them on the back of his neck and play with his hair.
I feel myself giving into his kiss, leaning into him as he pulls away slightly and tilts his head in another direction, making me swoon.
Luke's right, I am still in love with him.
Fuck, Luke.
"Michael," I mumble, pulling away from him. Our faces are still inches apart, his eyes slowly opening and locking with mine.
"I-I can't do this," I shake my head, still not being able to pull away, "I can't do this to Luke."
"But you said-"
"We broke up a little over an hour ago," I sigh, resting my forehead on his, "He deserves more than that."
Michael sighs when I pull away completely, shaking my head as I grab my wallet that I dropped on the floor and leaving his apartment.
When I get into the elevator, I bring my hand up with my still tingling lips, a small smile on my face as the doors close.
*
"Please don't kill me! I have a family! I'm someone's child!" I'm stirred awake by frantic screaming.
I look around my room in alert before the screaming starts again, "I'm only 20! I'm only 20!"
Fuck, Cat.
I jump out of bed, pushing my door open and quickly going into Cat's room, my bare feet paddling against the wooden floor.
I open her door and stop immediately, seeing her thrashing around and screaming.
"Cat," I go towards her bed, holding onto her ankles to stop her, "Cat! Wake up!"
She doesn't wake up and just continues to let out ear thrilling screams. I get on her bed and hold her down, before shouting her name again.
She wakes up with one last scream, her eyes popping open as she breathes heavily, sweat forming on her forehead.
She looks around frantically and I hold onto her arms, "Cat, calm down it was just a dream. You're okay, it's all over."
She falls back onto her bed, letting out a heavy sigh, "I hate this. I can't close my eyes without seeing it again." She says in a monotone voice, before rolling over and facing the opposite direction.
I don't answer, I just pick up her blankets on her bed and crawl under them, facing away from her and closing my eyes.
"I broke it off with Ashton," she says quietly, and I open my eyes before letting out a deep breath.
"Luke broke up with me."
We both stay quiet for a few minutes before I feel her hand take mine under the blankets.
I hold onto hers before we both drift off to sleep.
