I Need You

Pay back

Why am I waking toward the door? Why is my hand in a fist? Why am I gritting my teeth? Someone has to stop me. I have no control over myself....

Kelsey's point of view

"Sir? Are you ok? That scared me... Where are you going?" He doesn't seem to hear me. I look out the window. Its Peter and he looks angry. I look toward the man. Uh oh... He looks angrier. He goes for the door. I quickly jump in front of him. Whoa.. we're a little close... "Sir, thats what he wants you to do." He looks at me. Anger is still in his eyes. "They never seen you before. They just want to see who's in this house." He tries to push me aside, but I stand my ground. Why do I care so much? It's not my problem.... Right? He looks at me. Then he falls.

Seriously. I think he passed out. I hesitate for a second. Then, I bend down and try to pick him up. Agh... For a skinny fella, he sure is heavy. Wait a minute... Where am I gonna put him? Its too dangerous in here... Um... where is his bedroom. I drag him all over his house. Finally, I see his room. His bed is the only cleared off object in this house. I drag him on his bed. "Whoo." I go back in the living room. I look out the window just as Peter throws another rock. It hits my nose. "Aaaaahhhhhhhh!!!" I feel my nose. Its bleeding. Now I'm f****** angry!! I look around for something. There's a old metal bat laying on the ground. That probably explains the TV. I go over and pick it up. I open the door and walked toward Peter. "What b****!! What you gonna do with that bat?? Uh? Ugly hoe!" I don't hear a word he says. I'm to focused on crushing him with the bat. He takes a step back. I lift the bat and swing.

The bat won't come down. Why? I look behind me and there's the man. He's keeping the bat from coming down. Why is he stopping me? I look at Peter, who is terrified. He backs up some more, turn, and runs away. I turn the man. "Why would you do that?? I wanted pay back!!" He grabs my face. Whoa... He studies it. "You have a bad nose bleed. Come inside." He leads me inside his house. We walk in and he tells me to sit on the couch. I obey. I feel my nose again and look at my hand. It really is bleeding bad. I look at my shirt. Great. I have blood all over my shirt. Damn it.... What a punk. The man comes back with a rag and some ice. "Press this against your nose and lean your head back." He hands me the rag. "And this is for the soreness." He hands me the ice. "Thank you, um.... sir." "Michael...." I look at him. "Uh?" "Keep you head up." I put my head back up. "My...name....its Michael.." With my head still up, I say, "Thats a cute name.." He looks down and blushes. Realizing what I said, I quickly add, "Um...I-I mean its a nice name.." He sits next to me. "Did I...uh... pass out or something?" "I think you passed out.. I don't know why, though." "Do you have to go home?" "No, my aunt just told me that she won't be back until tomorrow night. Her new job is stressful, but she loves it." I look out the window. Its getting a little dark. My nose stopped bleeding, its just a little tender now. "I need to get home, though. Its getting dark." "Let me walk you home." "I don't want you to walk back here alone, though." "I'll be fine." I look down. "Ok. Sure."

I get up and head toward the door. He opens it for me. The streetlights are on and no one is around. I go out into his yard and pick up my bike. Good..Peter didn't do anything to it. I don't get on it, I just push it next to me. "So, where do you live?" "Right down here." We continue to walk in silence. I wanted to ask so many questions, but decided to keep them to myself. Maybe some other time.. "Here it is." Michael stops right in his tracks. I look at him, worried. I hope he doesn't pass out again... "Is everything alright?"

Michael's point of view

I can't believe she lives here. In this house! This was my ex-girlfriend's house. I-I gotta get out of here... "Um..." Kelsey is at the door. "You wanna come in?" "I...uh..." She looks confused. "Um...sure." I start walking toward her. Why did I say yes? She's... She's... so... Wait now. Michael get a hold of yourself. Think straight now man! So what she's beautiful. Who cares. And so what she's kind and tough and has a pretty smile..so what. I swore to myself to never feel this way again...so why is it happening...

To be continued >>>>>>