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     Michaels been doing everything making up for the past he has been cooking, cleaning, bringing me breakfast in bed just being much nicer and a better man I knew he could be.

Bryon has been calling me non stop he just has to let it go I mean I've done nothing but apologized to him and yet he's still upset I still love him I do but I love Michael more he's special a new kinda love.

"Clare what do you wanna do today." Michael said jumping up on the bed laying his head in my lap.

"I don't know we've been in the house for weeks and as much as I love spending time with you we need to go out and do something or maybe do something apart give each other some room to breath."

"Did I do something?" Michael said removing his head from my lap getting defensive

"No we've just been in the house for so long seeing each other every second of every minute we need to breath so is it cool I go to the movies with my friends tonight?"

Michael looked hesitant but eventually nodded. "Thanks babe I love you." All of a sudden my stomach hurted and I felt food coming up my throat I ran into the bathroom throwing up my breakfast I must be getting sick.

"Damn you alright Clare?" Michael said handing me a towel lifting me to my feet.

"Yea I'm okay I'll take some medicine but I'm still going out." Michael nodded walking into the living room.

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5 hours later

"Alright michael I'll see you later." I kissed Michaels cheek walking out the front door where my best friend Emily stood I got in the car and hugged her.

"Best friend I missed you." She said

"I missed you to."

"I'm glad you've called I haven't seen u in forever." She said giving me a disapointing look

"I'm sorry about that I was going threw a lot of things but I'm here now." She smiled

"You right girl good to have you back." She said pulling off.

We've been driving for 15 minutes now and I wasn't even paying attention to where we are going that is until we pulled up to a night club this wasn't the movies and this wasn't where I told Michael I was gone be.

"Emily what are you doing this isn't the movies hello where supposed to be seeing a movie."

"Oh girl relax its gonna be fun come on." She quickly parked and rushed out the door opening my door and snatching me up out my seat "I haven't seen you in about 2 years we are going dancing leave the movies for the old folks." She grabbed my hand and we walked inside not waiting at a line or anything I don't know she had it like that.

Walking in people where sweaty and twerking I knew that this wasn't for me "Emily can we please leave."

"Clare girl no just one hour and I promise we'll leave." In defeat I nodded

I went to the bar and some white guy sat down next to me I looked him over he had a nice body I loved the way his shirt hugged his muscles you could see the outline of his six pack.

"Can I buy you a drink beautiful?" I snapped back to reality when I saw he was talking to me

"Huh uh oh I'm fine thanks." I hurried up and went to the dance floor looking for emily when I was taken by my waist and was being danced on one guy in front and another one in back of me I was so nervous I didn't even know what to do.

"I'll glide you" the dude said into my ear grabbing my waist moving it with his hips. I was quickly grabbed by mg wrist and saw it was a fumming Michael

"Michael I'm sorry." Michael dragged me out the club and all the way to his car not saying a word to me we finally arrived at the car where he pushed me inside and got into the other side and sat before talking to me.

"I tried for you I tried changing who I am I tried to keep from hitting you but you just disrespect me." He said gripping his hands on the stairing wheel

"Michael please calm down let me explain."

"Stfu enough." He slapped me extremely hard I held my face letting a tear escape we where making so much process he was changing but I just had to mess it up I'm so stupid.

Michael drove off saying his last words to me "You gone regret this."











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