Please Don't Set Me Free // c.t.h

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I pounded on Michael's door before inviting myself in.

"What the hell Cali? Do you ever wait for an answer?"

I shook my head 'no' as I watched him close a journal. I started giggling when I looked up at his face, he looked like a cat that just saw a cucumber that wasn't there a second ago.

"C'mon dipshit, food-" Before I could finish my sentence, he jumped up and bolted out of the room, pounding on each step as he does down. "Michael! I swear if there is nothing left when I get down there, don't think I won't switch your eyes with your balls!"

I heard a devious laugh that was soon muffled.

"Get down here soon so you can see my greatest magic trick!" He yelled back.

"Fuck off!" I snapped back.

Before running to go get whatever Michael left, I remembered the journal he was so quick to hide from me. I opened it to a random page titled 'Beside You'. I quickly took a photo of each page the poem was on before going to scurry for what was left.

When I got to the kitchen, the open pizza box displayed only 3 slices left, and a messy Michael reaching for another slice. I slapped his hand away before taking the box with the survivors of what was known as the hellstorm Michael.

"You had your fair share, pig."

"I wasn't done yet!"

"Too bad, by the time you were finished, there would be nothing left and even then you'd still be hungry." I snickered, knowing damn well I was right.

"Jerk." He said, with a pout and crossed his arms defiantly. "I'm going to bed, leave some for me for lunch tomorrow."

"How many times do I have to to say 'fuck off' for you to get it though that thick skull of yours?"

"Many, many times." He said as he was about to turn the corner. His head was turned towards the hall, but his eyes shot me a cocky look he loved to use to piss me off and he knew it worked. Fucker.

I finished the last slice of pizza before going upstairs to get ready for bed. It was only 6:47 PM so I decided to scroll though social media to kill the time, that's when I remembered the poem I saw earlier. As I read it, it sounded more like a song than a poem. The song were really deep, indicating that he was in love with a chick back in America. I never knew he wanted to stay.. if I knew I could have done something..

"Callista! Get your ass in here before I drag you in here myself!" Michael yelled from end of the hallway. I hastily turned off my phone and stuffed it into my pocket, along with a piece of paper from one my journals before running to Michael's room.