*Georgia POV*
I woke up, again, Emilia wasn't there. I was really missing her. Michael had gone to see her, even when I convinced him not to. It was about 3pm when I heard a loud bang on my door. I ran to it, thinking it was George or someone but to my surprise it was Michael. What the fuck? I opened the door and he burst in.
Michael: HOW COULD YOU?
Georgia: What?! I thought you were in Ireland
Michael: I GOT THE NEXT FLIGHT HOME, EMILIA IS DEVASTATED AS AM I! HOW COULD YOU?
Georgia: I don't know what your on about!
I was scared and confused, what was he talking about?!
Michael: YOU DO! YOU PUSHED EMILIA DOWN THE STAIRS AND SHE HAS MISCARRIED THE BABIES!
Georgia: What the fuck? I DIDN'T PUSH HER DOWN THE STAIRS!
Michael: WELL SHE MISCARRIED THE BABIES AND ABBY SAID SHE DIDN'T WANT TO SEE ANYONE! SHE IS DEPRESSED, HOW DO YOU THINK I FEEL MY GIRLFRIEND DOESN'T WANT TO SEE ME AND NOW OUR BABIES ARE DEAD!
Georgia: I DID NOT PUSH HER DOWN THE STAIRS! AND WHY DO YOU BELIEVE ABBY OVER ME? WHAT PROOF DO YOU HAVE? IF EMILIA LOST THE BABIES SHE WOULD OF TOLD YOU!
Michael went quiet. He then clenched his fists and aimed for the wall. I stopped him.
Michael: You are a bitch. I never want to see you again!
He stormed out and I felt like crying. Abby lied. She was tearing us apart. But I am going to get the truth out of her, even if it takes me hurting a few people...
