Musically Problematic

Chapter 44: Unknown Caller ID

He sits down on my couch, he looks happy with himself...and he should be...he's finally gaining the courage he's never had. It probably comes with the fame though.

Sophie's POV:

I sit down next to him, I want to grab his hand but I know I can't right now.

"You were in my head the whole time, from the minute I realised I had skipped a period right through to after the surgery and even after that I was worried what would happen if I did ever see you again. But I had myself convinced I wouldn't, you were off living your dream on another continent and I was meant to be moving on with my life. I needed to get you out of my head, yeah, it didn't work but I didn't know that it wouldn't when I did it. I was young, broke, and with an overly possessive and kind of abusive boyfriend at the time. I knew what my dad made me do to him, and I was his real daughter, I couldn't imagine what Anthony may have done to our child since he wasn't the dad. I know you're upset Michael, but I did it because it was the best option for both me and the unborn baby."

"I get that but when I said you couldn't have contacted me, you could have. You were still part of our family to my parents, as much as I cut communication off with you, when you found out you should have told my parents. They could have called me for you or given you my number, you could have contacted me if you wanted to. You obviously didn't think that much about me and my opinion."

Realising I should have contacted him, and that I was in the wrong, tears well-up in my eyes and my breath gets shaky.

"Michael...I...I know I should have contacted you through your parents. I know I should of asked your opinion...but. But I just couldn't. I was still heartbroken from when you left me. You told me to let you live your life and that you were moving into the next chapter, you never take the girl with you after high school, right? You made it very clear to me that you never wanted to see me again, that you didn't want me bothering your new life, your music, your fame."

"I should have stuck with that, I shouldn't have come back. You're right, you never take the girl with you after high school."

He stands up and walks towards the door.

"Michael...wait. You're not thinking straight, please don't leave. I know you'll start driving back to Riverstone and get yourself hurt or even killed."

"Like you did to our baby...I think I'll take my chances thanks."

"Please don't be like this. I know you're disappointed I-"

He steps back towards me on the couch, holding his hand up to cut me off.

"I'm way more than disappointed, Sophie. I am disappointed...but I'm also angry, upset, and broken. I thought I could trust you...but I was wrong about that. Father like daughter I see."

"No! You do not get to relate me to my dead beat pedophile of a father! This is nothing like that! You know what? I think it is about time you left Michael...I never want to see you again, and this time...I mean it!"

He walks out slamming the door behind him. I collapse down onto the floor, head between my knees, bawling my eyes out. Eventually I look around the room, my eyes fall to the anime style Michael I started sketching this past month. I pick it up and stare at it until I feel sick. I tear it straight down the middle, put the two pieces together and tear them down the middle again, and again until the paper is shredded and the drawing in no longer recognisable. I stand up and throw the papers in the bin. I'm so done with guys that just break my heart...I'm so done with guys and dating. I knew deep down that he was just a rebound and that it would never work out between us again, I shouldn't have put so much hope in the slim chance we had. I clean up my art supplies and go into my kitchen to make myself some pasta for dinner. Food usually takes my mind off all the pain. Once I sit down with my pasta my phone rings

Unknown caller ID

I cautiously answer the call believing it's a telemarketer or scammer.

"Hello?"

"Hey Sophie, it's Luke. Have you seen Michael recently? He called me the other night complaining about stuff that's happened between the two of you. As angry as you two are please work this out, please find him and stop him from doing something that will break a lot of people's hearts. I know you must still care about him."

"I'm done caring about him, he's broken my heart, warned me about keeping my distance so I wouldn't ruin his life and now actually blamed me for ruining his life. I'm done with him and your stupid band! Don't you or any of the others ever call me again, I need to move on and sort out my life. I've gone through two breakups in two months...I'm completely broken inside and have nothing left to give. I need to find a way to be happy again. And to do that I need time to myself."

"I get that, I understand. But the point is Michael sent me and the other guys a suicidal message just now. Ash and Cal are on their way into Sydney but you're already there so please help us find him and save him. I think I'm just wasting my time though. I understand how you feel so I'll call someone else. I mean if he goes through with it you'll get your wish, right? You'll never have to see him again."

With that the line goes flat, the smell of my pasta in front of me makes me want to vomit. I feel sick to my stomach and my head is spinning. I don't want Michael to kill himself, I was just angry about him taking it too far.