Unpredictable Love

Chapter 79

Chapter 79

Karleigh's POV

He struts across the living room, taking a seat on the couch without my permission. His dark eyes peer up at me, feigning innocence.

"What the fuck do you want?" I hiss at Michael between my clenched teeth.

A sarcastic laugh falls from his mouth and goosebumps rise on my skin. "I already told you, I'm paying a close friend a visit." He repeats.

My eyes are blazing with anger as I glare at him. "We are not friends." I growl.

"Feisty as ever, I see." Michael says with a chuckle. Vile rises in my throat at the devious smile he has upon his lips. I don't take a seat on the couch, instead it remain standing across the room from him.

"What. Do. You. Want." I repeat more sternly this time, my lips pressing into a straight line. His teasing expression has dropped from his face, and he looks too serious.

Standing from the couch, he paces across the room towards me. I can't help but take a step back, intimidated by his tall silhouette. The corners of his lips are tugging up in the form of a smirk.

"You see Karleigh, I've come to take you back." He states blatantly. All air is lost from my lungs and my mouth makes a sputtering sound as I try to breathe. Coughing comes from my mouth and it soon turns to hateful laughing.

"Never in a million fucking years. " I spat at him through my teeth. These clearly are not the words he wants to hear as his eyes begin to dance with rage. Deep breaths are inhaled through his nose as he tries to calm himself down.

"Is this because of that new fucking prick that you're with?" He demands. For a moment I'm taken off guard by his statement, then I recall the day he called me while I was in Dallas and I vaguely told him of Harry.

"I've moved on." Is all I can manage to say. Something inside of him snaps, and he reaches towards me faster than I can comprehend. His hand grabs ahold of my chin, his fingers digging into my cheeks tightly. I try not to cry out, not wanting to give him the satisfaction he's craving.

As hard as it is to talk with his hand locked round my jaw, I speak. "Do not touch me. I won't hesitate to call the police." I threaten.

His eyes bare into mine and I fight not to cower under his pressure. He searches my eyes for something I'm unsure of, but when he realizes something, his hand drops from my face.

My feet step backwards a few times, trying to get some distance between us. He takes notice in the small action, but doesn't call attention to it.

"Have you fucked him yet?" He snorts.

I don't answer, just remain silent, partly surprised at his straight forward question. He looks down at me, his eyes hardening as he finds my response in my silence.

"Whore." He viscously snarls, in an envious fury. I scoff and exaggeratedly roll my big blue eyes at him. "Oh please, you're just mad because I wouldn't give it up to you." I snap defensively.

"What does he have that I don't?" Michael asks bitterly.

It takes me a moment to find my reply, but as soon as it comes to my mind, it rolls off of my tongue. "My heart." I whisper.

Michael's body becomes tense, and he diverts his eyes way from my face. Taking to steps backwards, he turns away from me. I can't help but notice his body rising and falling rapidly, with each heavy breath that he takes. Faster than lighting, he whips back around and slams his fist into the wall, barely five inches away from my face. A loud thud echoes throughout the room with the impact of his hand.