Quench My Desire

Not staying here anymore

Michael woke me up from my nap and helped me downstairs to the kitchen where the chef had prepared lunch for us.

"How long have I been sleep?" I asked Michael while he pulled a chair out for me to sit in.

"About an hour and thirty minutes. Did you sleep well?"

"yes I did. What were you doing while I was taking my nap?"

"I was with LaVelle taking care of business."

"awe what are you going to do about the tour?, and what happened to Zack did they arrest him or something?"

"Shayy don't worry about it everything is undercontrol."

I literally just stop eating and got angry with him and ignored him after he just called me that name that I specificlly told him not to do.

Did he really just call me that. I told him not to call me that and I told him the reason why. Is he doing this on purpose? No he couldnt be ...Could he? I don't know but I am getting really frustrated. All of these emotions came crashing down on me when he called me that. When he called me that I feel anger, annoyed, irritated, infuriated, I felt all of these emotions and it didnt help the fact that my face was now completely red and my nose started to flare in and out which means I was really pissed. I could just--

I got my thoughts cut of by him speaking and looking at me concern. I didn't stare at him because all I seen was Zack instead of Michael and that made me go beyond angry.

"are you ok? your face is red as an tomatoe and your nose is.. just flaring in and out."

I quickly got up and hopped to the counter where my crutches were and grabbed them. When I grabbed them I headed for the stairs. I didn't care if I had to not be on my bad ankle I let go of the crutches and began to limp up the stairs.

"what are you doing!!! You are not suppose to be on your ankle. What is wrong with you?"

I ignored him again and continued to walk/ limp up the stairs. It hurt so bad but I didn't care I was so angry with him and I just didn't ever think he would call me that at all.

I reached the room and Michael was chasing after me with the crutches in his hand I quickly ran/ limped into the room. He was only two centimeters away from the door when I slammed it into his face and locked it. I was now crying because of two reasons, one was beacuse my ankle was hurting so bad and two was because of what Michael had called me. It might sound stupid for being mad at him but if you haven't been in my shoes then you don't know how it feels to be where I've been.

"are you ok? What's the matter with you?"

"Michael just leave me the fuck alone!!!" I screamed from the other side of the door. He was making me even more mad.

"watch your mouth. That is not lady like at all and you shouldn't be using those words anyways. Not while I'm around."

"oh go to hell Michael. Just leave me ALONE!!! Why can't you understand that I don't want to talk to you. Go away and leave me alone damnit!!!"

"excuse me? you are in my house and you should have respect for me and I will not stand here and listen to you talk to me like you have lost your mind."

I stood up from off of the ground and hopped to my closet where my clothes were and grabbed a suitcase and started to throw things in it. When I was finished I zipped it up and went straight to the door and opened it to find Michael still standing there with my crutches in his hand with an concern and angry look on his face. I pushed passed him and hopped to the stairs with my suitcase. I got to the stairs and let my suitcase fall to the bottom, then I began to limp down them. When I finally reached the door I grabbed my keys from the keyholder by the door and tuned to Michael and said...