Michael
Michael, I'm in a VIP room HELP ME NOWWWWWWWWWW
Her voice was faint, but I heard it clear. I had a bad feeling about this and started storming through every VIP room. If she's in this club I swear I'm going to scold her big time.
She's supposed to listen to me! To stay at the hotel room!
I checked the 2nd room, not there.
The 5th, not it.
The 7th, not it.
I swear to God. Where is she.
I was losing my patience until I checked the 9th door. I barged it open and there I saw her, trying her best to push a big man off of her. My blood boiled to my cheeks and I stalked in pulling the asshole off of her, punching his jaw in the process.
Shit that hurt as fuck.
But he's gonna be hurting more.
I punched him again, and then again. Until he was on the floor raising his hands as surrender for me to stop.
"Stop, stop, enough!" he begged hopelessly on the floor. But it wasn't enough for me, so I kicked him once more.
"If you ever lay your hands on her against her will again, I'll have you rotting in jail, you low life piece of fuck." I threatened. He just skittered out of the room, his mouth and nose bleeding.
I turned around to see Chrissy crying on the couch, hurdled into a ball.
"I thought I told you to stay in our hotel room!" I scolded her. I didn't care if I was being loud and people could hear. I was angry at her, and at him, and at everything. I was angry I couldn't stop him in time. Angry she couldn't have called for my help a bit earlier.
"Talk to me Chrissy! I told you it would be dangerous, but you wanted this!" I yelled.
She just continued to cry.
"Uhm, hello?!" I said.
She looked up at me with those lost puppy dog eyes. It hurt. Seeing her hurt, hurt.
"Why are you yelling at me?" She screamed back.
I shouldn't raise my voice even higher than hers, because that never solves an argument.
But because I'm stupid, I did.
"Why am I yelling? Look what you've done! You didn't listen to me! You got yourself into trouble and then I ended up having to fix your mess."
I regretted the words the minute they escaped my stupid shit of a mouth.
She looked at me with eyes full of anger, I couldn't even describe it.
She got up and just walked pass me.
I didn't even stop her.
Though I should have.
Because when I got back to my hotel room, she wasn't there.
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Sigh
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Wanderer (Michael Clifford and Chrissy Costanza)
Fanfiction"Wha- who are you? How did you get in my hotel room?" He asked. Startled by the young girl eating all of his chocolates. "I'm a wanderer." She said as her face was smothered in the chocolate substance. "And I've followed you."
