Without Him..

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"Delilah!" Megan shouts. "Where is my lipstick. You know I can't leave the house without it."

I sigh. "Which one? You have two on my dresser."

Megan throws her hands up. "I don't know Delilah. Just hand me one."

"What's her problem?" I think. "Must be Eric again. Those two just never seem to stay together long."

Megan finishes curling her blonde hair and leaves. I sit quietly sipping my coco.

I wonder if it will happen tonight. He said he would come back. But that was two years ago. Must not lose hope though.

.....
"Michael, please don't go." I plead with him. He smiles. "I have to.. if I don't they'll hurt you."

I grab onto his arm. "Let them. They'll kill you. Please don't do this." I cry into his shoulder. He brushes away my tears and gently pushes me back.

"I'll be back. I promise. Don't give up on me, sis."

I watch as the door closes.  I whisper into the air. "Please come back..."
........

I look out the window watching the cold rain fog up my view. Maybe he will never come back. Maybe he's dead.

I shake my head. I can't think like this. It's not fair to Michael and it isn't fair to me.

Sitting quietly in my kitchen, I suddenly hear Brian begin to fuss.

I roll my eyes. Of course. My step-mom left Brian with me again without asking.

I go upstairs and take Brian out of his crib.

He really is getting too big for it. But that's mom's call not mine.

His big blue eyes sparkle as I turn on his favorite song.

We spend the next twenty minutes dancing together in his bedroom.

Then he begins to close his eyes.

Finally, now I can sit in peace.

I pick up a bag of chips and sit back in my seat.

Then the door bell rang.

"Megan's back already?" I think to myself.

I open the door and fall to my knees

"Michael!"