zentropy | mileven.

¹⁸⁾ in spite of all the danger

[MIKE POV.]

❝ I'll do anything for you, anything you want me to, if you be true to me ! ❞

━ CHAPTER EIGHTEEN.

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"HEY."

she looked at me with what seemed to be fear in her eyes, yet the words had exited her lips before mine.

"wh-what are you doi-"
"where are your parents?" I cut her off hastily, my voice loud and clear with a strict intent behind it.
"mom's at aunt becky's-an-and dad's running a late shift," she stumbled quietly, her eyes still wide in shock at my very presence and her lip trembling in both confusion and the sudden gust of what was occurring hitting her all at once.

I let myself into the dim house, not hesitating to explain, and with no time to spare my shoes were thudding loudly against the stairs that led to her bedroom.

it was quite an odd feeling being back in the house I had seemed to not have stepped foot in since freshman year. I caught sight of the familiar yellow walls and brown furniture through my journey up the carpeted stairwell, jane following closely behind me with the pitter patter of her own light footsteps. by the time I reached the top of her stairwell and made my way to her bedroom on the right, it was as if all air had left my lungs- not that I hadn't been out of breath before, anyway. a feeling that mimicked that of dehydration had been continuously coursing through my veins in the last few hours, and as my mind raced with a multitude of emotions and feelings and thoughts and notions clashing and mangling within my brain all in one clumped moment, it was like I had no control to think. my body had decided for me. I had come here with what seemed like no choice- the place that I had spent most of my life in middle school. jane's house. it was peculiar- something about it seemed to feel more like home than my own.

"what the hell, mike?" she asked me with a sense of anger coating each word, her brows furrowed in confusion and anguish drenching her face. I knew it was wrong to have shown up so abruptly, but I hadn't even had the time or the emotional energy to ponder the subject. things seemed to had happened in an instant- feelings and emotions and thoughts and notions flooding my brain all at once, overflowing and spilling over the edges until any logical thought was swept away with it.

"I'm sorry," was all that managed to flee my dry throat, my words cracking and my body shaking with adrenaline.

jane's eyes traveled left in right in confusion and her arms crossed in reflex of this. "I-I don't understand," she muttered softly, all color seeming to have departed from her face.

"she-she's just-" I tried to get the words out, but it was like they just refused to leave my lips, my energy built up and all crowded at the very tip of my tongue, intentionally halting my ability to speak clearly with every effort.

"she? she's what? who's she?" jane blurted quickly in frustration. it was clear she was upset and puzzled at my being here, which was understandable, but it annoyed me that I seemed to had lost the ability to explain it to her.

"she-she's-I dont-"
"is she max?" jane interrupted me loudly, trying to maintain order within my frantic stutters and movements.
"yeah-and-she's-I just-I don't know how-"
"calm the fuck down," she spat at me, her tone tightly stretched out, and the nerves and veins in her face visible.