❥𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 || 𝑀𝐽 𝐼𝑚𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 /𝒞ℴ𝓂𝓅𝓁ℯ𝓉ℯ𝒹 /❥•

♥The Fight(Bad/Dangerous Era)♥

You.

It's been three hours since I'd last spoken with Michael on the telephone and he'd said that he was on his way home. Apparently not; it's now after midnight and he's still not home. I'm afraid to say I'm absolutely pissed. I sit atop our bed, cross legged and continue to read a book I seem to have taken quite an interest in - although right now, I'm only interested in one thing and that is Michael's excuse.

Just as I turn the page of my novel I hear the door open and shut downstairs. Judging by the swift movements and the footsteps, I can definitely tell that it's Michael. He walks into the bedroom and his eyes meet mine. 

"Hi," he stops at the doorway.

I stare at him as I contemplate. 
Should I say something?

My natural instincts kick in and I clear my throat.

"Well look who finally decided to show up," my voice laced with sarcasm.

"Yeah, about that..." he trails off and inhales sharply, "I'm really sorry, I was out with Brooke," he confesses.

"Brooke?" my eyes widened as I felt my blood boil. 

"It's not what you think," he sighs in frustration once he notices my stance. "She's going through some stuff and she needed a friend to talk to," he looks at me intently.

"And you didn't bother to call me and let me know?" I question.

"I didn't want her to feel as if I didn't care," he sighs.

"But it was okay to make me feel like so?" I frown.

"Look, you're my wife; you understand better than anyone else," he breathes.

"No Michael, I don't!" I end up yelling.

"(Y/N). Stop yelling," he says sternly. "Look, I was with Brooke trying to be a good friend because that's the right thing to do. I didn't do anything wrong but I do expect you to understand...please," he sighs as he closes his eyes.

"I'm not yelling," I try to calm down, "but I'm sorry Michael. You always do this...I'm afraid I can't understand this time," my voice is laced with anger.

"(Y/N), you can't be serious!" Michael raises his voice in annoyance.

"No, you can't be serious! You can't be coming home late every evening for ridiculous reasons expecting me to understand with an open mind! I'm your wife," I pause after emphasizing the word wife, "and I'd really like to be treated as such," I look at the floor.

"I do treat you like my wife (Y/N), but you know that I care for everyone and I just want to help," he sighs in frustration, "you need to stop being selfish," his eyes widen slightly as he realizes what he just said. It's quite evident on his face that he knew he shouldn't have said that.

"I'm selfish?" I scoff.

"Here we go," he whispers lowly.

I stare at Michael in disbelief. "Michael I-" I struggle to find the words, "I can't believe you! After all we've given each other you're calling me selfish?!" I shriek.

"No, look..." he tries to get me to quiet down but I'm furious.

"No! You think I'm selfish?!" I yell. "Fine then, don't let me stop you from being a good human Michael. You certainly don't need a selfish wife holding you back," I sneer as I walk out of the room.

I already know that Michael will follow me - he always does. He usually ends up running after me and catching me so I run as fast as I can into the library, close the door and lock it. I walk towards the towering shelves and run my fingers along the book spines; this usually calms me down.