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Michael's POV

Another scream from upstairs and I was confused, "What are they doing up there?" I ask.

"Probably a very loud, sexual movie?" Liz replies.

I chuckled and take a swig of True Blood; then my head swung around until my eyes laid on his room door as we both heard this screeching scream calling my name, I look upstairs and put down my drink on the coffee table.

I get up from my seat and walk upstairs to Alek's room, I try opening the door but it was looked; another scream, "STOP IT!!" She sounds in pain.

I hit the door with my shoulder, nothing. Again, nothing. I back away from the door and kick it down; I walk inside and see something that I've never seen in my life. Alek, my best friend was on top of my girlfriend, Julie. Naked and in between her legs, she looked like she was in shock; My lips slightly part, "Um.."

*What?* I thought as I stood there; staring at them.

"Get off! Get off!" Julie screamed at Alek.

"Она сказала мне трахать ее, Майкл. Она хотела, чтобы я. (She told me to fuck her, Michael. She wanted me to.)" Alek said, pulling away from her and putting on his jeans.

I look at Julie, she sat on the pillows of the bed and covered her legs and breast with the sheets; she had tear marks. I didn't know to believe, either Julie just fucked my best friend or it slipped but hurt.

Then I look at Alek and shake my head, walking out of the room; I heard Julie run out of the room, "No, Michael! It wasn't like that!" Julie tries to explain.

I walked downstairs to the front door, I open it and slam it close in her face; I walk home and open the front door, slamming it closed. I walk into my basement and walk to my bed, sitting.

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12 minutes later, I heard the front door open and close then a knock on the basement door. I groan and lay down on the bed.

"LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!!" I yell.

"You have to listen to me! I'm sorry! I--"

I walk to the door and open it, cutting her off, "Sorry isn't going to cut it, Julianna."

She looks at me with her tear marks, "Y-Your eyes.. they're red.." she tries to touch my chest but I quickly grab her wrist, squeezing it hard; she screams in pain, "Michael, that HURTS!!"

"Don't touch me."

I let go of her wrist and close the door in her face. I lean on the door then she bangs on it, "HE HURT ME, Michael!!"

I sigh, turning around and slowly open the door again and she sobs, "What?"

She pulls her arms out behind of her back, revealing bruises on both her wrists; she looks at me and I look at her wrists, "He did this to you?"

She sobs and falls on my chest, I caught her; she grabbed on my shirt and pulled herself up, "He--" She started but couldn't finish, her tears kept falling.

I pick her up and laid her on the couch in the living room; she gripped my shoulder and I placed my hand on her, "Julie, please tell me what he did."

She looks at her legs as they shake, I look at them and see more bruises. My eyes widen and my lips part as I smelt a hint of blood, her legs closed even more. She bit her lip, nervously; I pick her up bridal style again, carrying her upstairs into the bathroom.

"Julie, I'm sorry."

"I--I won't blame you." She finally said, quietly.

"Julie, I shouldn't have left you there."

I open the bathroom door, "His eyes were different," Julie explained, "he wouldn't act this way."

I put her down and she fell on me, "Can you stand?"

"Kinda."

She tries standing and she groans in pain, "I'll be quick." I lift her dress over her head and toss it on the floor, I do the same with her slightly bloody panties; she falls on to me and groans, I pick her up and help her into the bathtub.

*This is my fault.*

I remove her boots, turn on the water, and grab a towel. I kneel down next to her and wet the towel, "M-Michael, you don't have to do this."

"Yes, I do."

"Michael.."

I hit the wall and she jumps, I turn around and plop on the floor; I toss the rag in the bathtub, "This is my fault,"

"Michael.."

"Julie," I turn around and look at her, "I left you there because I didn't believe you, because I thought," I felt a tear down my face, "because I thought you cheated on me but you clearly didn't."

She rubs my shoulder, "It's okay."

"No, it's not." She jumps back in the half-filled bath, I turn off the water, "How much did he hurt you?"

"Legs, breast, wrists, hips, and-- erm.." I look at her and she looks down at her sex, I look away and sigh; I look back at her and continue wiping her, "Michael..."

She starts but I stop her, "Julie, please.." She sat until I told her to move at times; I put the rag in the bathtub then get up and remove my jacket, throwing it on the floor. I sat back down on my knees and I get my wrist and bite on it, drawing blood.

I put it in front of Julie's face, "Julie, take."

"Michael.."

I look at her, "Julie, I'm helping you and then we could probably talk to them later. But right now, heal."

I give her my wrist and she slowly grabs it, pulling it closer to her mouth; she places her mouth and tongue on my wrist, I look away so I won't get turned on.

Once she was finally healed, I helped her out of the bath after draining the water; I grab a towel and dry every inch of her body.

When I was about to wipe her face, she stops me; she grabs my face and pulls me into a kiss, I did kiss back but I didn't feel right.

I pull away and wipe my eyes from forming tears, "Michael, I'm sorry." I wipe her face with the towel, "You're not supposed to say sorry, Julie. I should've been dead already."

"Why?"

"I would've killed myself by trying to kill Alek."

I pick her up bridal style and walk out the bathroom.

I set her on the bed and she lays down, "Michael, please don't hurt him."

"Why? Julie, you've been hurt and healed on the same day. You need rest and I need to kill someone."

She sits up, "He's your best friend!"

"He's not anymore, Julie!"

"Yes, he is!"

"No, he's not!"

"He is!"

"He's not!"

"Do you not understand?! Michael, he's dying!"

I stop yelling, "What?"

"He's dying because something told him to do stuff."

"Or someone."

I sit next to her and she wraps herself in the sheets, we both start to think until one name came up.

"Jermaine."