The Breaking Point

Could this night get any worse?

I give up looking for Michael, where could he be? I went upstairs to find the bathroom. I passed a whole bunch of rooms until a heard a moaning sound.
"Oh, Michael." My eyes widened. Nah, it couldn't of been my Michael. I kept walking and finally found the bathroom, I heard it again. "Ooh Michael faster!" "Okay baby girl." Now I knew it was my Michael, he always called me that when we did it.
I stomped back to that room, opened the door and turned on the lights. I gasped, it was Michael... and Jade!
Me: Are you f***king serious?!?
They jumped and stared at me petrified.
Michael: Oh! Baby! It's not what it looks like!!
Me: It looks like my man is f***king with this b*tch!
Michael scurried to put his clothes back on while Jade quietly put back on her robe.
Me: I can't believe you Michael, you left me at the freakin bar for half an hour just to have sex with her! Your such a jackass! I can't even look at this any longer.
I walked back down the hallway, I suddenly didn't have the urge to pee anymore.
Michael: No, baby no!
He ran in front of me and grabbed my shoulders.
Me: Get off me Michael!
I shrugged off his hands, stomped down the stairs, and walked out of the ballroom. I got outside and went to my car, but when I got inside and
turned the key, but it wouldn't start.
Me: Come on!
As much as I kept trying, the car wouldn't start. I got out of the car and slammed the door. I'll call my car engineer tomorrow. I walked down the street, my apartment actually isn't too far from here. Next thing you know, I felt some water drop on my head. It started raining, hard, great.
Me: Could this night get any worse?!?
I yelled out loud. I was calling for a taxi when I heard some yelling. I followed the sound into a dark alley and saw three guys beating another guy up. I hid behind the dumpster and peeked from the side, it was raining even harder this time.Those guys were beating him up pretty bad; punching him to the floor, kicking him on his sides, even spitting at him. He was on his knees and he spit blood, then one of the guys pulled out a gun to his head. I gasped and the three men looked up and ran away. Too bad I couldn't see any of their faces, I would've already called the cops. I got up, kicked off my heels, and ran towards him.
Me: Oh, my god!
It was Princeton, he was covered in blood. I kneeled down.
Me: Princeton! Who did this to you?
He coughed up more blood. I tried to pick him up but, I dropped him. He's too heavy.
Me: Come on, I know your hurt but I really need your help to get up. He groaned and tried to push himself up, using me for support. The closest hospital was closed so, I would have to walk him to my apartment and patch him up myself. I've took a shortcut from here to my apartment before when I didn't have a car. We limped through the shortcut and crossed a two streets to my apartment, which had a lot of stairs. We finally made it through and I unlocked my door, then we crashed to the floor out of breath. I accidentally fell on his chest and he groaned.
Me: Oops! Sorry! Okay we need to get up one more time to reach that chair over there.
I pointed to the green chair closest to the door. He nodded and we got up once again towards the chair. Then I plopped him down on it, and we both breath of exhaustion. I got up and went to the bathroom upstairs to get a towel and a rag. I came back upstairs and put the towel on the chair, he got up a little so I could slide it under. Hey, I payed a lot for that chair, I didn't want blood on it. Anyway, I ran the rag through some water and squeezed it, then I rubbed it gently o his face to get the blood off. I also rubbed it on his hands, there was SO much blood. Then, I put some cream on the little cuts on his face, and another cream for his black eye. He was looking down the whole time. Once I finished, I tapped his shoulder.
Me: I only have one bathroom so you can take a shower upstairs. It's that room next to my bedroom.
I pointed to it and he nodded. He got up slowly and limped up the stairs into the room. I cleaned up and threw away my trash, then I turned on the tv. I was going to take another shower since I was covered in mud and blood. I went into my bedroom and took out a Ramones T-shirt and some sweatpants my brother left over when he visited. I left them by the door and knocked.
Me: Your clothes are by the door!
He didn't answer but, I knew he heard me. I went back downstairs and watched tv, until he came out. It's been such a long day, I'm exhausted. He finally came back downstairs and I told him he could watch tv or go into the guest room so I could take a quick shower. When I came out the bathroom, the tv and the lights were off, and Jacob was gone. I guess he went to bed. It was like 2:50 am, I should probably go to sleep too.