My Brother's Best Friend

Chapter 10- What Do You Want From Me?

*Mickey's POV*

            I decided to go to the grocery store because Justin really needs more food in the house. I woke up kinda early because I couldn't sleep. Justin was still asleep so I decided to head out. I was in the breakfast food isle at Kroger and I got some pop tarts because I just love them! I mean, come on, you can't hate pop tarts.

          I suddenly hear someone's voice behind me. I know that voice anywhere. It's Ryan.

       "Pig." He mumbled.

          I couldn't take it anymore. What does he fucking want from me?! I turned around and snapped at him.

        "What the fuck do you want from me!?" I yelled.

        "I want the old Mickey back!" He spat.

          What the hell is he talking about?

      "What are you talking about? I'm still me!" I argued.

         "No you're not! You're a fucking whore! You strip naked for guys every night and then get paid for it!" He yelled.

              Did he not listen to me when I tried to explain this to him before? And he says I'm the bad listener.

            "Look, if it makes you feel any better, I'll quit the job when I get home. Although, just so you know, I only did it because I needed the money, not because I wanted to. It was the only job I could find." I explained.

         "What are you talking about?" He asked.

          I sighed and walked up closer to him.

                 "Do you know how many nights I have to work to make a living? How violated I feel the fact that there are men cheering me to take off my clothes? The fact that Dakota, my boss, will beat me if I don't show up on time, or if I miss the shift. Oh, you wouldn't want to imagine what he'd do if we got caught having sex with a client." I explained.

                 He gave me a disgusted look, like he's saying "You realize you're just explaining how much of a whore you are to be talking about you having sex with your clients." If there's one thing I know, he's dead wrong.

                "Oh don't worry, Ryan." I said. "I'm not the kind of girl to do that, but I've had friends who've done that, like Tiffany." I told him. "Ah yes, Tiffany. My beloved Tiffany. She has sex with all her clients. Not at work if that's what you're wondering. She takes them back to her apartment and tells me not to tell Dakota."

             "You're crazy." He mumbled as he was about to walk away.

            He's really not getting this.

                 "Am I Ryan? Am I crazy?" I asked him in a sarcastic tone. "Do you know how many nights I pray to God that I'd find a guy who's modest and would understand my situation?" I asked. "Well now I have."

             "Oh yeah, who is it?" He asked.

          So many questions.

            "Justin." I said with confidence.

          "You're so stupid!" He laughed.

            What?

         "What do you mean?" I ask.

         "Justin doesn't love you! As a matter of fact, I bet he's just using you!" He laughed.

        "You're wrong about that!" I argued.

         "Whatever." He mumbled and walked away.

                   I finished the rest of my grocery shopping and went home. After I put all the groceries away and went upstairs to the bedroom. I slammed the door open, making Justin jump, seeing as he was still asleep.

              "Mickey, where were you?" He asked.

           I have no time to explain the details, so lets just get to it.

             "Justin?" I said.

            "Yeah?" He asked.

            "I'm ready."

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Sorry it took me a while to update! I was on writer's block! Cliffhanger! What's going to happen next?