When I Say, I Love You...

Chapter 32

Once again my head was throbbing in pain, but my mind wasn't completely focused on that. What it was focused on was the fact that it was extremely dark. Had I gone blind? I looked around turning my head in all directions and trying to see if there was atleast a trace of light someplace. But there wasn't any. But where ever i was smelled so familar. it smeeled like a colgne that i was used to smelling on a daily basis, and the sheets on the bed i was laying smelled like a shampoo that i was used to smelling everyday. It took me a while to make sense out of the sent that I was smelling. It was Michaels.

Had I had just been in a dream, or was it reality? because there was no way could be in michael's room in his bed. it was impossible. Or was it Possible? I had no clue. Had I lost my mind because i was missing him like crazy and I was haluscinating, and soon enough I would be laying in a huge hosptal bed with an IV hooked up to me. I let out a long sigh and tried to sit up. But something was hoding me down. I felt on the object and realized it was an arm. And extrememly soft one at that. But the softness was familiar also. Who was this?

"Your Up."

I jumped to the sound of the voice. "What?"I heard something move. And then the a lamp flickered on. I look up to see Michael looking back at me.I just stared in disbelief. How did I even get here?"What am I doing here?" I asked/

"I brought you here." He said.

"W-why?"

"Because i needed to talk to you."

"And isn't that what phones are for."I asked, sarcastically.

He gave me a look."I wanted to talk to you face to face."he said, obviously gnoring my sarcasm.

"So you brought me to your house and in your bed room?"

"Look Aaliyah, I just wanted to set things straight with you, but your making it very difficult."

"well If would've never broken up with me in the first place I wouldn't be so difficult." I said.

"Why do always have to so..."He let his sentence trail.

"Why I got to be so, what."

He shook his head." Nothing."

" No what, was you about to say?"

" It doesn't matter.

I rolled my eyes." And im the being difficult." I groaned. I stood up and grabbed my jacket and put it on

" where.are you going."

" I am not about sit here and have arguement you, im going home"

He let out a low chuckle.

" What the,hell are you laughing at?"

" Your not going anywhere."

" And who are you to tell me-"

" Well you don't have your car and its a dark outside, and you got hit in the head with a glass bottle and I am not about to let you drive."

I put my hands hips." You act like we're still together, and i can just call a car service."

He shook his head." You cant call a service at four o'clock in the morning, Liyah."

I stared over at his call clock and sure enough it was ten minutes after four. I rolled my eyes." You make me sick." I groaned and plopped down on the couch.

He chuckled." You must really be that mad at me."

I smirked." Ya thank!" I said sarcastically.