Problems & Privileges (Mindless Behavior)

Chapter 2

Michael (Mike)

''Michael? Michael!'' I heard a voice call out from upstairs as I closed the door from behind. couldn't find the strengtht speak, I only threw the car keys on the counter top and unlaced my boots. Soon I heard Tiana come down the stairs with her phone in her hand.

''Michael, where were you? It's 4 in the morning nigga.'' She spoke as she met me in the kitchen. I pushed her away because i didn't want to hear her voice in my ears this late in the morning.

''Man, chill. I don't feel like dealing with yo' shit tonight, 'ight?" I calmly said to her before taking off my jacket. I attempted to hang it up.

"How am I supposed to chill if you're so drunk you can't even put your coat inside the closet? Its on the floor Michael." She nagged.

I walked up the stairs, ignoring her. I opened the door to my bedroom before dropping myself on the bed. I couldn't see shit because my vision was a bit blurry, but I knew I was okay. I heard Tiana's footsteps and immediately pretended to go to sleep.

"Michael! Michael getcho ass here. You did the same shit 2 days ago and I'm not finna deal with it for another night." She yelled.

I tuned her out, trying to get my mind straight, but I kept focusing on different things. I heard her opened the door and I preceded to close my eyes.

Tiana.

"Michael I swear.. What's that red stuff on your shirt? Is that-, is that blood?" I stared at the stain. He didn't answer. His eyes were closed, I assumed he was sleeping but he always snores when he went to sleep no matter what. That's how I knew he was faking it.

I grabbed the nearest object, which happened to be a vase and debated on hitting him with it. But I decided against it and grabbed the next object which was a belt. I wrapped half of it around my fist and hit him on his stomach. He flinched immediately and shot up.

"Yeah bitch, now you wanna get up. Get the fuck up and face me Michael." I said angrily.

I know me and Michael aren't official yet, but we've been kicking it for a month or two. This is my house. He was staying here for a couple days because he was looking for another apartment.

He rose from the bed, "Tiana if you don't leave me the fuck alone I'm gon'-"

"What'chu gon' do, nigga?" I said, throwing the belt on the floor.

"Mike do you not know how worried I am about you? Once I let you stay in this house that's when you decide to act like you can do whatever the fuck you want. Nah, hoe." I shook my head.

"Quit all that wining Tiana, damn," his words were slurred so I could barely hear what he was saying.

"Michael what's that stain on your shirt?" I raised an eyebrow and walked up to him. He pushed me away. I looked at him as if he'd lost his mind. I lifted up his shirt to see if he was bleeding but he wasn't. So that means it was someone else's blood.

"Get up off me." He attempted to say since his words were slurred, and he grabbed my arm but I swatted it away.

"Did you get in a fight or something? You out there getting in trouble?" I watched him as he walked past me, knocking over things in his path.

"Michael." I called out to him, he walked towards the bathroom but he was loosing his balance. I went over to help him out but he pushed me again.

"Bitc-.....Michael I'm only trying to help you out before you hurt yourself." He looked pissed. And a second later he dropped to the floor.

"Mike!" I panicked immediately, and checked his pulse first. It was okay.

I shook him, but his eyes slowly closed and didn't respond. "Stop fucking playin', Mike." I screamed, knowing good and well he had gotten himself into more trouble.

I grabbed the phone and was about to call 911, but they'd get here in more then an hour and by then Michael could be at a worse state. I picked him up and quickly carried him down the stairs since he wasn't that heavy. I put him in the back of my car and got into the car afterwards.

The nearest hospital is fifteen minutes away, thank God. In seconds I was on my way to the emergency room.

"This is what happens when you try to be nice. I should've let him stay with his mother because I cannot do this shit anymore." I mumbled to myself.