F*CK IT

Should have seen that coming

(Micah above)

Micah's P.O.V

I take a deep breath before knocking on the pale blue door of the hurt boy's home. I never would have thought I would be standing here again. The sister answers, her hair exactly like his, she is taller than him and lighter eyes then him as well as a nicer attitude to. I called the sister the second I hit the towns borders. She invites me in as if we are old friends when in fact we are the exact opposite, I bet if murder was legal I would have been killed the moment I stepped foot back in this town. I pissed off a lot of people before I left, but I am back now to fix everything starting with the hardest task first; to convince a cracked mirror that the one who broke it, is worthy of a second chance.

"You know he won't want to see you right?" His sister, Donna questions.

"I know." I answer back. I know I might not survive to see next week, but I have to try.

"Alright take a seat, he probably just finished work." She sighs gesturing to an empty seat at the dining room table.

She sighs gesturing to an empty seat at the dining room table. It has been ten minutes and we are sitting here in complete silence. I clear my throat before asking the question that been on my mind for the last four years.

"How's he doing?" I mutter already knowing the answer.

"He has changed since you left." Donna's voice is empty.

"What does that mean?" He's changed how?

"Let me put it this way. Do you remember when you were younger, and you were scared the monster under the bed was going to get you?" She continued after I nodded. "Well Rabbia is the reason that monster goes to therapy. Intense therapy." There is no trace of humor in her voice.

"Oh." I don't know what to say to that.

I guess that is what happens when mess someone's live up so much they start to doubt their own existence. I can't even believe I am here. At a house I was warned to never step foot in again, God I don't want to die. I hear a door swing open and light footsteps enter the room. I don't think Donna has noticed another presence in the room yet. I hear the persons breath hitch and they turn and begin to walk out, but they are stopped by Donna.

"Rabbia." His name has my heart exploding.

I don't turn around, but I can tell he has stopped moving all together. I even question if he is breathing. I really want to turn around, I want to see him. I want to be graced with his presence again, but I fear his reaction towards me.

"What?" His question is empty.

"There is someone here to speak to you." Donna answers.

"I don't care." I'm in shocked at his answer. He always cared about what people had to say.

"Why don't you have a seat." Donna orders.

"No, I'm good." I am shocked again at his reply.

Rabbia doesn't stay for long and runs from the room like the devil is on his heels. He didn't even acknowledge me. I should have seen it coming. Of course he won't want to speak to me, I was-am the one who basically ruined his life. I see Donna look at me with pitying eye. I look away not wanting her pity. I brought this on myself. I flinch at the sound of a door slamming, it doesn't take a genius to figure out who did it.

"You need to speak to him." Donna says.

"But he doesn't want the talk to me." I whine to her.

"Then force him to." Her words put images of my death into my head.

"Are you out of your mind?" I whisper-shout at her.

"Do you want his forgiveness or not?" Her question isn't as rhetorical as I hoped.

Looks like no one has faith in me. I chuckle wryly, why would they? I turned the most caring person in town into some sort of cold arsehole. I rub my face roughly with my hands and stand up, looking up praying to make it out alive. I slowly walk up the stairs and down the hallway, I want to give him a little more time to calm down before speaking to me. I bypass Diabolo's picture trying not to think of the hell we caused together. Rabbia's room is located where it's always been, next to the bathroom.

I lift my hand to knock when the door opens. There he stands, the Angel I pushed from Heaven. I look him up and down discreetly. He has barely changed since the last time I saw him. I shake away from my thought trying to think of an appropriate apology, but when I open my mouth all that comes out is;

"Hey." What the hell?

"Bye." Rabbia steps around me and I let him.

"Hey, wait, I need to talk to you." I say following close behind him, trying my hardest not to stare at hi bottom.

"I don't care." I snap out of my daze at his words.

"I know I heard you say that to Donna." I reply hoping to get a conversation out of him.

"Then why did I need to repeat myself?" I knew this game, so I decide to play along.

"No, you didn't, I just don't care that you don't care." I say knowing full-well that it is going to make him angry.

"Well I don't care that you don't care that I don't care." Rabbia say. I am getting tired of this game.

"What?" I end the word play.

"Well this is my stop." He says once we are at the front door.

"What?" I say, but what I really mean is 'Don't go.'.

"Bye." He waves over exaggerating as he leaves.

He shuts the door not once looking me in the eye. Not that I could blame him who would want to face their old tormentor. I hear a small thud on the other side of the door showing that he is leaning against it, I am half tempted to open the door and catch him in my arms, but I knew he wouldn't like that. I hear footsteps leading away from the house most likely in a rush to find something sweet.

I walk to the kitchen to see Donna standing at the sink with a cup in her hand. The light from the kitchen window surrounds her making her look like some pale, golden haired queen. Her curves are beautiful if I was straight or bisexual I would have gone out with her instead of Diabolo. I shake the negative thoughts from my head, I should just forget it. It is part of the past and no matter how any times I wish it, I can't fix the mistake of picking the wrong brother.

"Why are you staring at me?" Donna asks breaking me from my thought.

"Sorry. I was just thinking." I answer her.

"How'd it go?" She asks.

"How do you think?" I say a tiny bit resentful at the fact that Rabbia didn't even look me in the face as he blew me off.

"Well given your attitude. I would say bad." She says.

I go to reply, but a knock at the door stops me. My father enters, and I knew immediately why he is here. Rabbis must have told on me, I should have seen that coming. I sigh in frustration that instead of talking to me like an adult he decided to tell. Dad looks at me with narrowed eyes.

"Son, when I said you could speak to him I didn't mean make him angry." Dad scolds wagging his finger at me.

I don't say anything, and rush passed him, out the front door. I am going to take Donna's advice and force Rabbia to listen. I reach my house in no time and barge in. I hear voices coming from the kitchen and head in that direction. I didn't have anything to say so I let the first think I thought of come out my mouth.

"You can't talk to me, but you can talk to my family?" I say getting in Rabbia's face.

"Yep." He answers giving the 'P' an audible pop. "I'm going now." He swerves around me.

"No, you're not." I say as I grab his arm preventing him from further distancing himself from me.

Rabbia freezes and I'm left in a state of confusion. but I don't let his arm go. I feel mom put her hand on mt left shoulder and squeeze in a warning manner. I still don't let go though. 

"Let him go." Her chilling voice enters my ears.