Still Grace's P.O.V.
He looked away, exhaling deeply and loudly, his hands were gripping me so tightly that his nails were digging into my flesh.
He was stone cold and deadly still, his jaw making slight movements as his teeth were grinding together with pure anger. His hands suddenly dropped from my body like anchors from a ship, he took a step back, he was seething, but his eyes never left mine, "Ill kill him..." he whispered, his voice cracking.
He turned violently, walking off at great speed before stopping abruptly and shouting "ILL KILL HIM!" With that, he punched the wall before leaning against it with his head and weeped to himself.
I was astonished, not only at his reactions, but at his physical actions...
I stood frozen for a moment, not quite knowing what to do.
"Mike?" I whispered, beginning to walk over to him, "Michael?", I laid a hand on his back but he didn't react.
"Mikey, please?" I begged for him to look at me...but nothing.
I peered at the hand he punched the wall with which was dangling by his side.
"Oh god! Your bleeding!" I gasped, I dashed into the bathroom and ran some tissue under cold water before running back in to tend to his injuries.
I attempted to lift up his hand to inspect his bruised, grazed and bloodied knuckles but he pulled away, "No..." he sniffed.
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Be Careful What You Wish For. 2
FanfictionThe second book of 'Be Careful What You Wish For.' Find out more about the adventures and mishaps that Michael and Grace into. Follow the events of their relationship, their life together and their separate lives. Who they meet, what they do and whe...
