Drunk conffesions 2

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Read part 1 if you didn't.

My bare feet slowly walk through the cold, wet streets as the rain still poured. I felt hopeless, regretting for what I did, but I knew that I had to make this hard decision. I kept on walking, clearly not knowing how I will end up in mommas house.

"Need a ride." A familiar voice called as I look to my left. "Yes please." Bill comes out of the car waiting for me to take his hand. As I do, my feet tremble, causing me to fall but bill catches me as fast as possible. Suddenly a wave of mixed feelings rushes over me until tears start to roll down my cheeks.

"I cant do this bill! Im so sick and tired of this. I mean, part of me hates him for doing the things he did but the other part loves him so much." I cry as bill hugs me. "I shoudnt be telling you this, but he does actually love you." Bill blurts out as i look at him confused. "What?" Bill sighs wiping my tears. "Its just, he has never been inlove, he never felt it in his heart. Yes he had girlfriends in the past few years but he never knew if he actually loved them."

Bill holds my hand, looking me straight in the eye. "You made him fall in love." There was a silent pause, my thoughts rushing through my head, making decisions. I sniff hugging bill one more time before getting inside. "How do you know that?" I question as bill starts the car. "Hes been ranting for hours and hours in the car about you. Hes been drinking, conffessing his love for you, hes very confused, hes never in his life loved a woman, all he did was use them for sex. And when you met him, his life changed." Bill explains.

"Then why did he cheat on me?" Bill sighs again. "He wanted to try and forget about you but he coudnt, i remember him telling me that he tried everything to forget you but he coudnt, hes inlove with you, but he wont admit." Bill stops at michaels house as he looks back at me. "Go talk to him."

I grab the handle, my breathing becomes more and more faster. I get out running to the door i was about to knock the door, but something just woudnt let me. Instead, someone else opens the door.

"Michael."

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