Beginnings • c.h

Chapter Thirty Seven

Chapter Thirty Seven

Megan POV

“Megan, babe, come on! Just talk to her and let her explain her side of the story!” Mikey pleads, his voice sounding desperate. I shake my head,

“No, Mikey! I am sick of her lying, I am just better off without her!” I snap, turning away from him. We were currently at his house, laying tangled together on his bed. Well, we were laying tangled on his bed until he brought up the topic of Anni and I’s recent fight.

Mikey reached out to me, placing a hand on my hip to turn me over, but i quickly shrugged out from under his touch.

“Megan…” he sighs. I get up from his bed, and move towards his door.

“I’m going to go. I’ll text you tonight.” I say, picking up my backpack. I hear the shuffling of his duvet, and soon after, the feeling of his hand grabbing my arm.

“Megan, you can’t just keep running from all your problems!” He says, clearly starting to get angry. I spin around and glare at a surprised Mikey.

Spitting my words, I say, “I am not running-“

“-No, that’s the thing! You are running! You always run!” Mikey interrupts, raking his fingers through his long hair in frustration. “Every single time something doesn’t go the way you planned, or someone argues with you, you stop. You just stop.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice much quieter than I hoped. Now it was his turn to shake his head,

“Whenever your faced with a problem, your first instinct is to always run from it. You know how people say ‘fight or flight’? You always take flight. Not always physically, but you do.”

I shake my head, eyes pricking with salty tears that I had no intentions of spilling. 

“You’re wrong.”

“You and I both know that I am right.” Mikey argues. “When you first told me about your.. your scars,” Mikey says, unable to say the word without difficulty, “You tried to run from telling me. Even though I know, every time we get anywhere close to getting intimate, you shy away, scared that I will see your scars. You’re scared of me judging you.”

Mikey takes a deep breathe, but continues. “And whenever the topic of it comes up, you are always the first to change the subject, the first to divert the conversation away from your issues.”

“I don’t see what that has to do what we were originally talking about though.” I defend.

“There! You did it just then! Right then you attempted to divert the conversation again. I’m sick of it!” Mikey yells, pointing his finger at me.

“I can’t help that, Michael! It’s a part of my nature! I have gone through things in my life I hope to god that you never have to go through! Do you know what it’s like? Having to live with horrible, horrible memories of your past?!” 

Mikey doesn’t say anything, he just stands there with his mouth open.

“What is the worst thing you’ve had to go through, huh? Your parents went a little broke through the recession, and you didn’t get the goddamn video game you wanted?!”

“You have no idea how the events of what I’ve been through in my life have shaped me, my personality, everything that I am, everything you know me for!”

“The only reason I don’t have an idea is because you refuse to tell me! I want to know! I want to know why you are the way you are!” Mikey bursts.