Chapter 30
Aimee's POV
Why?
Why would this happen?!
Please fix me.
I'm Broken! My heart screamed and cried.
No.
No no no.
NO! NO!
My brain screamed.
My heart was aching and asking for help, when my brain was yelling and ready to distroy things.
Unfortunately that's what happened...For Michael.
I could hear him breaking things downstairs.
I pulled my knees to my chest and cried.
Why did this happen?
My perfect life..gone.
Just like that.
I looked up at the wall.
I told the kids to play in there room, what If they go downstairs and see Michael wrecking our house?!
I sighed and turned so I was facing the door.
I can't let them see that.
I got up and tried to wipe my eyes as best as I could as I walked into their room.
I looked in their room and saw them playing house.
I smiled.
They seem pretty busy.
They won't be coming down anytime soon.
I sighed and sniffled as I looked downstairs.
I instantly saw that the couch had been flipped over.
I gasped when I saw broken glass on the floor.
Michael.
My Michael.
Was doing all of That destruction.
I sighed and walked half way downstairs.
I could see Michael in the kitchen, but he had his back to me.
I sighed when I saw all the empty bottles on the floor.
How much could he have drank in 30 minutes?!
I saw 4 empty bottles on the floor.
He must have chugged them.
When Michael's mad, he gets a horrible temper, then because he's so mad he drinks.
Then he gets all weird and aggressive.
I hate it.
I will be checking this whole house for alcohol tomorrow, while he's asleep.
I sighed again looking at my messy living room.
Now I love Michael more than anything...
And I know that the only thing I should do for him is support him through this time.
But that's hard.
If this Michael's child I don't know how I will react.
But until then he's not.
And that is what's keeping me from joining insane.
I walked down the other half of the stairs and stood at the bottom.
Michael turned around, hearing me, and smirked.
"Hey Baby." He said walking towards me.
I pushed him away.
"Don't touch me Michael. Your drunk. I need to cook for our kids."
He groaned and wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.
"We can have 15 minutes." He said rubbing my stomach.
"Don't touch me!" I said pushing him off me.
He groaned angrily and grabbed my arm.
"OW!"
He pulled me to him and pressed me against him.
"Don't you EVER push me away again. Are you Clear?!"
I pushed him away and turned back to the kitchen.
He grabbed my waist and pulled me to him.
I went to scream and he covered my mouth.
"You shut up right...now... Or I will hit you so hard... You understand me...Angel?"
I nodded as warm tears Rolled down my cheeks.
I can't believe he just said that to me, even if it was under the influence of alcohol.
My Michael...
He wouldn't do that.
