Pernicious

|Chapter 18|

A/N: Hey! I know I haven't written in a while, but Merry (late) Christmas! I hope you all had a wonderful day! I also wanted to let you know that I have a Twitter! Go follow me @mjsluckystar! I am very active there! Enjoy the chapter!

March 17, 1988

Indianapolis, Indiana

Michael's Perspective:

"Oh come on, let me in." I whine and beg through the hotel door.

There is no response, but silence.

This is ridiculous...

When we arrived back to the hotel, Naya ran up to our hotel room and got there before I did. Out of anger, she slammed the door on me and now she won't let me in.

I begin to pound my fist on the door in an attempt for her to let me in. It seems as if I can do nothing to get her to let me back in.

"Naya, please let me in!" I pleaded some more.

"Why should I?" She finally remarks from inside the room.

"Because you are overreacting!" Flies out of my mouth without hesitation.

Shit...

"Whatever..." She retorts quietly, but I can still hear her.

"I'm worried about you. Can you please let me in so I can make you feel better somehow?" I try to bargain.

"Michael, I said I'm fine. Quit worrying about me." She fights back.

Well, clearly you're not...You locked me out of our own room.

"You know that I always worry about you. I just want you to feel happy and safe during this thing. Even though I'm crazy busy, I'll always make time to listen to you. Naya, you know that." I assure.

She doesn't say anything back, so I keep talking to try to get her to crack.

"And if there something wrong, I want to know about it. If there is even a doubt in your mind about the safety of you, me, or the kids, I need to know so I can make sure that I can do anything in my power to ensure that we are okay." I continue.

Once again, still no response.

Sometimes this girl is such a drama queen...

"Naya, it hurts when you don't talk to me when you don't feel okay. I hate seeing you like this. I'm really sorry about listening in earlier, but I just wanted to know the reason why you are looking so upset. I'm going to go back to Annie's room to go see the kids." I finish and start to walk away.

Instantly, the door unlocks and flies open. There, a distressed Naya is waiting in the doorway for me.

"No, please don't go. I'm sorry too. I know I sort of overreacted." She pleads and brings her eyes towards the floor.

After giving her a "You think?" face, I finally am granted access back into the room.

"I'm sorry, I just-come in, I'll tell you what's on my mind." She says as she gestures for me to come in.

We both take a seat on the edge of the bed and I glance at her with worried eyes.

"Don't look at me like that." She scolds.

"Why?"

"You're making me more nervous."

"Girl, what's wrong?" I ask and take one of her hands.