PERSONAL IMAGINE
PICK ME
"What the fuck did he do?" Michael roars and scoots a bit away from me as I sit on the couch, still crying my eyes out. My head is buried in a pillow which used to be pressed against Michael's chest who now slid away because of what I told him.
"Do you think...do you think I maybe, should for—forgive him?" I whisper and it looks as if his eyes threaten to fall out of his sockets.
"Forgive him? Are you out of your fucking mind, Lexi? He hit you! He freaking hit you and you think about forgiving him?"
"I mean...I think..."
"No, don't think, Lexi. Relax, calm down, I take care of this." He says and stands up, taking his jacket from the hanger and taking the keys he left on my drawer in the corridor. He storms out of my flat and I follow him, without a jacket. Luckily, I still have shoes on otherwise I wouldn't know in which direction he pulled the car as soon as he sits in it.
I see him driving into the direction of Derek's house which takes him only five minutes with the car but he probably only needs two with how much he is racing. I quickly shut the door and sprint down the street, trying to arrive at Derek's house in time before something bad will happen.
But when I arrive I hear screaming through the open front door of Derek's house and I run in only to see him on the floor which Michael on top of him, beating him up.
"That's for hitting her up, you fucker!" Michael shouts and his fist connects with Derek's jaw multiple times. I shriek and cover my mouth with my hand. I have no idea how to stop this horrible situation that is happening in front of my eyes.
"Michael, please." I beg but my voice seems to drown in the shouting from Michael and the groaning from Derek. My hands grasp Michael's shoulders and I try to drag him away. He kind of stands up only to kick into Derek's stomach.
"Mikey, hey please, please." I whimper, my voice sounding so weak there is no chance he heard me. But too my surprise he stops, wiping some blood away from his lips and I don't know if it was his blood or Derek's but that doesn't matter right now.
"Will you hold your fucking asshole of a best friend back next time, Lexi?" Derek groans as he sits up, wiping blood away as well and I know it's his own.
"You do not talk to her like that." Michael growls and takes a step into his direction.
"Michael." I beg and wrap my fingers around his arm.
"Come here, Lexi." Derek demands, slowly standing up and he sways a bit from side to side. Scared, I scurry over to him, hiding behind his back. Michael stars at me and him in shock.
"You...you go back to him, Lexi? Are you completely insane?"
"Shut your fucking mouth."
"No, you will shut up or I will—" Michael fists Derek's collar, pressing his teeth together. Both of them look so angry, so different than usual. Derek always had a problem with his anger and it just happened that he let it out on me.
Michael is my best friend for years but this if the first time that I see him losing himself. He never was one to get in a fight but something changed in him, the anger seems to be more powerful right now as he manages to be stronger than Derek.
"Lay one finger on her and you are dead. I swear to fucking God I'll end you." Michael threatens and pushes Derek to the wall, so hard that he even sinks down, holding the back of his head in pain. Michael turns to me, forcefully grasping my wrists to pull me to him and away from Derek.
"And you won't go near him again. Do you listen, Lexi? I don't want him around you." He tells me and I stare at him with big eyes, tears spilling out of them. He lifts his hand and I flinch away from his touch.
"Shh..." Michael calmly says and gently touches my cheek, wiping away the tears, "Don't be afraid, please."
His touch feels so different than his touch looked when he was beating Derek up. The expression in his eyes has softened as he stares at me, worried.
"You h—hurt him, Michael." I whisper and he nods, staring at his bloody knuckles, then giving Derek a short glance, full of hate, before looking back at me. It amazes me how he manages to change the expression of his look, the force of his touch in a matter of seconds. When his eyes were full of hate the one second it completely changes, is softer, when he looks at me in the other second.
He intertwines our fingers and pulls me out of the house, leaving Derek alone, in pain. And I want to go back and take care of him. I want to apologize for Michael's behaviour and that I couldn't stop or control him yet I want to kiss Michael for protecting me.
As soon as we are out of the house Michael turns around and I stumble into his chest. "Lexi." He whispers and I blink up to him.
"You're not going back to him, are you?"
"I...I don't know."
"He is treating you so bad," He mumbles, bringing my hand up to his mouth, "I would treat you better."
"But he is—"
"He is fucking prick, threatening you, hitting you, scaring you. I'd treat you better. I could show what love really is like. What it means to be loved by someone. Pick me, Lexi, baby, please," Michael begs and I'm surprised how he is begging to take him instead of Derek, choosing my best friend over my boyfriend, "He does not deserve you one bit."
"I—" Shaking my head, I slung my arms around his shaking body.
"You are my hero, Michael." I tell him and tilt my head a bit back to see his pale green-blueish eyes. He smiles slightly before leaning down and pressing his pink lips against mine. At first I'm caught of guard by his action, not knowing how to respond, forgetting how kissing works.
But as soon as I feel comfortable with his lips on my own, as soon as I realize that I want this I lean into him, completely giving into the kiss and moving my lips with mine. My arms wrap around his neck to press him as close as possible.
"Pick me, baby." Michael whispers and I nod, knowing that he is who I chose, he is the right one to show me what love is, to make feel loved and wanted, and to show it to me in the right way. I know that he will always be there for me, protecting me from people like Derek, proving me that love does exist in this world even after this terrifying experience.
"I pick you, Michael." I whisper against his lips.
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