Why Not?

Chapter Fifteen: Micheal Loses His Shit

Before, when Micheal got upset, nobody really tried to stop him aside from you. Before, nobody could stop him. 

Well, relatively speaking. He usually left before going and being destructive, so he didn't scare Chloe and Katie. However, his anger happened too fast. 

Scarllet stood as well, backing up as she realized what she'd said had pretty harsh consequences. 

And of course, Micheal would never harm her, but she also wouldn't believe him if he said that while angry. Everyone changes when they're angry. When you get as angry as Michel does, it's hard to know and understand what's happening and things just-- happen. 

For example, Micheal didn't mean to break the TV. He did, though. He completely smashed it after ripping it from the wall. Then, he clenched his fists, which probably had broken glass in them. You could tell due to the way he winced as he did it, but it was the only way.

You understood why he smashed the TV. Well, to a certain extent. You didn't know what had made him angry, but you knew why he'd smash the TV. He didn't want to smash Scarllet's face. He loved her as a younger sister. He loved all of you, even if he sucked ass at showing it normally. 

Micheal was violent, but he'd never. Never in a million years hit them. (For you and Maverik, things were different, but you both understood that and were fine with it.)

Micheal glared at Scarllet, looking more upset and betrayed than actually angry. 

"You. Fucking. Bitch." he sounded angry, but he didn't yell. It was scariest when he did that, too. Because he'd be quiet one second, then he'd be shouting profanities the next. Although, you were more concerned with the quiver in his voice.

Micheal was on the verge of tears.

This was concerning, mainly due to the fact that he wasn't one to cry very easily either. At least from what you've noticed. The last time you saw him cry was when he broke three ribs after falling down three flights of stairs, and that was only because it was an unavoidable thing that your eyes did when you were in immense pain.

The only time before that, was when he broke two knuckles after punching a concrete wall. 

So yeah, seeing Micheal on the verge of tears in the living room, after Scarllet of all people had said something, was... interesting-- to say the least.

Something else must've happened, you thought, something bad.

Just then, just when you were starting to think Micheal might've gotten his shit together and was done destroying things (which was a plus because the TV you had was cracked anyways, and that was the only thing he destroyed), Scarllet spoke up.

"Oh, shut up Micheal!" Scarllet rolled her eyes,  "Don't get your jock strap in a twist. We're all having problems. Get your shit together and get over it. You get into fights all the time."

Scarllet's words shocked you. She wasn't usually one to speak up like that, and you began to wonder what had given her the sudden burst of courage. One thing was for sure: she definitely remembered to take her meds.

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Maverik tense and sit up. He must know something, you figured.

Something happened during school today. There was a fight behind the scenes, which wasn't uncommon. However, something made this different from Micheal's usual behind-the-school-brawl. Nobody had been contacted due to escalation, after all.

Your eyes stayed on Micheal as time seemed to slow. The murderous look in his eye actually made you nervous. He'd never hit Scarllet, but he looked like he wanted to for the first time in his life. q

Thankfully, instead, he turned and took a piece of what was left of the shattered TV and threw it against the wall behind him, nearly hitting Maverik's head.

Maverik looked at you with... fear. That was new.

You nodded and stood, understanding that someone had to intervene.

However, things did not go to plan. You got to Micheal and he immediately lashed out, getting a good hit right to your temple.

You fell, a headache already forming as you got back up, "Micheal," you started, your voice calm and filled with warning, "you need to calm the fuck down."

"Yeah, that's what they always say." Micheal spat back, is fists only growing tighter. As long as he was angry, he wouldn't stop fighting. The only problem was, you didn't know why he was angry.

Another hit was thrown, and you went to block only--

"Psych," Micheal growled, throwing a strong uppercut.

It hit your chin, and you were sure Maverik could here your teeth smash together. There was pain, but it didn't matter. You stumbled back and fell. You wouldn't pass out, like the average person, but you'd be in shock for at least a few seconds.

That was the best technique you'd seen from Micheal. His precision was enough to tell you he was really, deeply upset.

You were about to get up. You were going to keep going. You were going to finish this and demand Maverik tell you what the hell had happened.

You were until a bright ring appeared under Micheal and sucked him into an abyss.

Stephen, you realized. That's good. He'll calm him down.

With a somewhat decent breath, you stood. You also noted the metallic taste in your mouth.

Of course you were bleeding. It wouldn't be a proper fight without blood.

Your slightly unfocused gaze landed on Maverik for a moment, before quickly shifting to Scarllet.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" You asked, watching as she froze in place. She was probably hoping you were a cinematic dinosaur that wouldn't see her if she stood still enough. Unfortunate newsflash for her: You're not. "Standing still isn't going to get you out of trouble." You told her.

You then gestured to one of the many places to lounge in the 'living room', "I recommend you sit down, Scar. You're gonna be here for a while."