GTA 5 x Reader

Michael

Dark. Just dark.

To make it clear, I sat in my apartment pretty much all day. After hearing of Jimmy's death, everything went haywire. Amanda sued and sent death threats at court. She wouldn't speak to anyone without cursing them out. She'd mostly stay in her own bathroom. Michael told me that he'd hear her crying for hours. Tracey moved away, never notifying anyone of her disappearance. Rumors spread that she went off with a few friends, and stole some cash from Michael. Others said that she committed suicide.

And how did Michael deal with all of this? No one knows...which is why I wanted to find out.

In front of De Santa Residence

I knocked in front of Michael and Amanda's house, taking off my hoodie. I waited patiently, checking my watch for the time.

3:29 P.M.

I remembered Michael's tone over the phone last night. It was low, unlike the usual depth of it. I know his voice wasn't high-pitched in the first place, but the oddness of it made me vexed. It was he who called me, asking for my presence the next day. Without loath thoughts, I immediantly accepted his request. Not only because of the situation but also because I wanted to.

The door finally opened, revealing a stressed out man with bags under his eyes. His hair was ruffled and he wore a white bathrobe. In one hand he equipped a glass of liquor; the other contained a cigar.

He puffed before I spoke. "H-Hey...Mike. How's everything?" I asked kindly but nervously. I smiled for some support.

He sipped, slurring, "Thank God, y-you're here. [Hiccup]" His eyelids suddenly lowered, with his physique leaning forward. The two items that utilized his hands were dropped. I tried best to avoid the shattering glass, backing up.

Glancing at his face in surprised confusion, I conviently grabbed Michael's torso. His weak arms flung over my biceps, as I wrapped my forearms behind him. His head covered between my neck and shoulder, as I gained strength to keep him up. I felt relieved that I caught him in time. Knowing that no one else was around, I dragged his delayed corpse onto the couch inside his home. Luckily he sluggishly awoke, assisting me to carry him while he took a few steps.

"Michael, are you alright?" I tensely asked, holding the man near the long chair.

"Honey, does...it l-look like I'm o-okay...?" he timidly replied, slowly leaving my grasp and onto the couch.

I didn't say anything in return, finding a pillow and placing it under his head. In mere seconds, his entire body laid flat.

"[Coughs]...Damn. If it weren't for you, I'd be sleeping outside all day. Heh...fuck that," Michael said, turning over so he faces the couch's cushions.

"You need to balance yourself out. If you keep on letting yourself go...look, I won't always be there to catch you."

He stayed quiet for a moment, before responding. "[Sighs]...Amanda wants a divorce."

Bland. He stated that so blandly, like it was normal.

Pushing a chair to sit in front of Michael's back, my elbows touched my knees. I examined my fingers, then began. "You...spoke with her?"

He looked at me; I didn't grant him the same. He began to wander back to the cushions. "I tried...she, uhh, I guess she took it the wrong way."

"Has she gotten out of there at least? If she stays there-"

"She left," he said in a strict manner. I could see him almost curl up as his breathing seemed more rough. Other than that, no audio but a few noises in the background were heard. I wanted to say something, but thought otherwise. Rising from my position, I exhaled loudly. From this, Michael turned around, staring at me sadly. My heart sunk inside, but I didn't show it.