Wrapped Around Your Finger

Chapter 3

"What happened here?" I asked, but he never Said a word. I set down my things and knelt beside him and took his chin in my hand, lifting his head up. His eyes were puffy and wet, I knew he had been crying, but I didn't know why. "What happened in here Michael?" I questioned again but he just chuckled and looked down. Okay, well. That obviously didn't work.

Getting up, I grabbed a couple baskets and a couple of garbage bags and sat them in front of Michael. He hated cleaning, so this was my method of getting him to talk. It always worked. "Okay, you think you're a badass, coming in here and wrecking my dorm. Putting my Tv halfway in the Refrigerator. Why my TV Michael? Why not the fan.? But until you tell me what happened and what made you do this. Clean." I set the things down in front of him and sat on my messy bed.

"Blake Asher." He whispered I looked at him with confusion. Why would Blake make him do this? "What do you mean, Blake?" I asked but he got up and looked at me. "Blake came in here while I was sleeping on your bed. Yes on your bed, it wasn't the first time. He kept calling you a slut among other things and I decided to beat him half to death. And your TV was Blake's fault, not mine." He willingly said as he stuffed his hands into his pockets as I remained speechless.

"Wait you slept in my bed? Why, wait, of course, nevermind. Why was Blake in here?" I asked as I put my hair in a bun and got off my bed. Michael just shrugged and said, "I never got the chance to ask him that." It was then when I noticed his knuckles were bloodied and bruised. Only Michael would have the balls to stand up to Blake Asher for me. "Thanks, Michael, and stop sleeping in my bed. No wonder why my blankets always smell like you." I shook my head and picked up the basket. "How about you clean up all the broken things and I'll separate my clothing from Alex's. Fair?" I asked and he nodded. Getting to work, Michael started humming about halfway through cleaning my dorm. I was stuck separating my clothing from Alex's while Michael was picking up the broken picture frames. It took us both trying to get the TV out of the Refrigerator. Good thing Alex was in Ashton's dorm tonight.

"Dalia, Your phone is ringing." Michael nudged me, taking my phone from the nightstand and handing it to me. Miami, Florida. "Crap" Was the only thing I muttered before answering the phone. "Put it on speakerphone" Michael whispered and did as said. "Hello?" I spoke into the phone and I heard a faint little girl's voice on the other end of the phone. "Sissy! Mommy said I could reach you at this number. How is college? Do you know any cute boys?" she giggled into the phone.

"Um? Sofia?" I questioned and the little girl giggled, "Yes silly, who else could it be?" she added on to her giggle. "Hey Sofia, I hate to do this, but I really have to go okay?" I cooed into the phone and she said goodbye before hanging up the phone. "Sister? Dalia, I thought your family was dead?" Michael questioned. I looked at him and nodded, "So did I Michael, So did I." What the hell just happened?

After a while, the dorm was clean and surprisingly, the TV still worked. Michael fell asleep on my bed after 30 minutes into Cat in the Hat. I always loved that movie, he just tolerated it. Making myself some top Ramen, I took a good look at Michael. His hair was ruffled and sticking out in odd places, his closes were wrinkled everywhere, his facial expression was peaceful, I wonder if all people look like this when they sleep.

"Oh my god, Ashton. Shhhhh Dalia might be sleeping," I heard loud voices outside of the dorm. I automatically knew it was Ashton and she was drunk. Opening the dorm, I found two Buzzed people who were in need of sleep and were going to have a rude awaking tomorrow. "Ashy, we woke her up. I told you to be quiet!" she smacked his arm while he kept apologizing to me for apparently waking me up.

"Guys, save it. I was already awake. Michael is sleeping so you still need to be at least somewhat quiet." I sighed as they went in and got on Alex's bed. Great. I was hoping they would have stayed in his dorm. "Ashton, why aren't you guys at your dorm?" I questioned and Ashton answered, "Because Calum and Luke wanted to play FIFA and we were too busy about to have sex." He giggled and I sighed. Wonderful.