Broken ✔

Chapter Ten

Song: Nobody — DJ Neptune, Joeboy & Mr. Eazi

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As soon as I was in, the beast roared to life and sped off before I could even close the door. I strapped my seatbelt across my torso, feeling that my life was in danger. He was going so fast, contorting his beautiful features into an even more beautiful frown while tears fell down his face.

"How did it feel like? Kissing him?" He asked, smiling.
It was such a bitter smile.

"It was nothing compared to kissing you."

He laughed. "Of course, you'll say that when he's not here."

"I'm serious Michael. He... he rejected me. It wasn't even a real kiss."

"Did your lips touch?"

"Michael, you need to slow down."

"Answer me!" He yelled, swerving the car dangerously. We could've run into a tree.

"This was a mistake. Let me out," I said.

His eyes were red. His tears were making his vision blurry. His emotions were taking over the sensible part of his brain just like I let them do mine. If I hadn't, we wouldn't even have been in that situation.

"You're not leaving until you answer me!"

"Michael! Be reasonable! You're going to kill us!"

He laughed. It was just as bitter as his smile. "Well, you killed me first."

"You're exaggerating Michael," I said, trying to keep my voice low. I was shaking with fear. "He didn't even kiss me back."

"Did your lips touch?" He asked again. His voice sounded so dangerous that I was afraid to answer. What if he killed me? What if he was one of those psychotic people who kill their partners and themselves believing that they would be together in heaven? "Elorm, I asked you a question. Did your lips touch?"

"Yes! Yes, they touched! I pressed my lips to his, but he didn't even close his eyes!"

He gritted his teeth angrily and suddenly veered to the right sharply. I screamed, bracing my face for impact. It was all over in a matter of seconds. The car stopped. I didn't see it, but I felt my legs where my head should be and my head where my legs should be.

I felt like we'd somersaultsed, and my heart was in my stomach, but I didn't dare open my eyes. I sat there, sobbing like the weak coward I was, until his fingers came up and touched my chin.

I shivered, and he withdrew his fingers sharply.

I wiped my wet cheeks and opened my eyes. My house stared back at me. To my left, in the driver's seat, was a teary Michael. His image was disoriented, leading me to believe that there was three of him, three of my house, three of the sun. I was simply dizzy from the speed of the car. We hadn't somersaulted. Michael had gotten me home safely.

His eyes were focused on the roof, the tears falling down his face but there were no sounds of sobbing. His face was more sad than angry now, his lips slightly quivering, begging him to let the sobs out.

"I'm sorry," he said, wiping his eyes with his shirt. He sat up with a clean, poker face.

"Why are you apologising?" I asked. The sound of my heart in my ears was so loud that it drowned out my voice.

"For nearly killing us," he laughed sadly. "I... I find it hard to control my anger sometimes. I'm sorry for putting you in danger."

I removed the seatbelt. There was nothing more I wanted than to reach over and touch him, but I was too scared. He may snap and push me away; that would break me even further. To my surprise, he touched his fingers lightly to my cheek. His touch was as soft and as fluffy as how I'd imagine a cloud to be.