Archangel

Chapter Eighteen

Scarlett's POV
I couldn't stop crying. His words piled on me like bricks, making it hard to breath. Ugh, why do I have to be so fucking sentimental? God, I'm so stupid and gullible. I actually thought that he felt something. But all along he just pitied me. He fucking pitied me. Eventually I fell asleep with thoughts of hatred and embarrassment racing through my head.
The next morning I woke up on the floor, leaning against the door. The events of last night rushed back to me. I groaned as I got up from the floor. My back hurt. I stretched and looked at the door, not wanting to open it. But knew I had no choice. I opened the door and stepped out. I didn't see Michael and I was relieved. I really didn't want to face him right now. I went to the bathroom and did my morning routine. When I opened the door Michael was standing there and I jumped.
"Jesus Michael, you scared the crap out of me."
"I apologize. Shall we sit?" He said motioning to the bed.
"For what?" I asked.
"We obviously need to talk."
"Sorry I don't have time." I said.
"But you're off from work today."
"Doesn't mean I'm not busy. Now can you please move out of my way." I said trying to move past him, but he kept blocking the way.
"No. We need to talk." My patience was wearing thin with him. What the hell is there to say?
"There's nothing to talk about. Now move out of my way Michael."
"No, not until we discuss what happened last night." That's it. I can't do this anymore.
"No! Why the hell do we need to discuss what happened last night?! Nothing happened! I just found out what you really thought about me. And I really don't give a shit! I don't need your pity Michael. So save it. And what the hell is wrong with you and your emotions? Your hot then your cold. You're so damn bipolar. And if I'm really such a fucking burden to you, then why the hell did you let me stay here? Why didn't you just throw me out? I would have understood. Cause I'm sure you can't wait to get rid of me, so you could screw all the girls you want in peace, without me interrupting." I regretted saying that last part, knowing I sound jealous. I didn't realize I was crying until I felt the hot tears falling down my cheeks. But I couldn't stop now. I still had one more question. But this time I didn't scream. I just whispered.
"And why did you kiss me? If you feel nothing for me, why would you do that?" He was taken back by my sudden outburst. He probably thought that I didn't have it in me. And honestly I didn't know that I did either. I always keep everything bottled up.
"You don't understand." He said, his gaze intense.
"What is there to understand? Huh? This has been one big joke to you."
"No. You're wrong. You have to trust me. Everything I did, I did to protect you."
"Oh, don't give me that crap about protecting me and shit."
"Scarlett would you please just listen to me and let me explain." He said, looking like he was about to lose his temper. And that was exactly my intention. When people lose their temper they spill more than they intend to. And I can't say that I wasn't curious to know what he really thought.
"No. I don't want to hear another lie coming from your mouth."
"Enough Scarlett!" Got him.
"Gabriel was going to kill you last night. Do you understand that?"
"What? Why?" I asked, not expecting this at all.
"He was doing it for me. He...ugh." All of a sudden Michael looked really tired. He moved and sat down on the bed.
"For you? Michael I don't understand."
"I shouldn't tell you this. It would change everything. It would be selfish of me." I went and sat down next to him, all my anger gone.
"Michael you have to tell me. Please." I put my hand on his cheek making him look at me. He didn't move away.
"It all began centuries ago..."