Jump.

Forgotten

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My arms go to either side of his neck and a knock interrupts our make out session. I pull away from him wide eyed and blushing and he quickly goes to open the door. While I throw out the burnt omelet.

I hear footsteps approaching and I look up to see the person I hated the most.

Not much has changed since the last time I saw this dirtbag. I knew he had recognized me too, because his eyes seemed to be scanning me up and down.

"Speaking of the devil, Hello Zayn"
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"Hey Rosey" he says, with a smug look on his face.

"You guys know each other?" Michael asks excitedly

"Yeah" and Zayn just nods his head.

"She's my ex" Zayn says, mockingly

"Are you kidding me?" Michael says angrily

"Don't worry Mikey I'm yours" I tell him, as I look at him with a smile

"You said the same shit to me" Zayn says matter of factly.

"Well, that's the past and it doesn't matter." I tell him, looking him dead in the eyes.

"Oh so, if it doesn't matter than you wouldn't mind me telling Michael about-"

"You wouldn't"

"But baby you know I would."

Zayn's brown eyes stare into mine and it's not like when I look at Michael, it was much more different. Zayn's eyes were cold and Michael's were warm and inviting.

"What the hell just happened?" Michael says, looking at Zayn and me.

"We'll talk about it in private later, right now just hang out with your
friend, I'll go do something"

Michael grabs my hand

"You sure?"

"Yeah, go have fun"

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I spend the afternoon doing little things all over the tiny house, I did the laundry, I washed the dishes, I swept, mopped, and than finally grabbed a good book and laid down in bed to read.

At about 8:00 pm Michael entered the bedroom and I didn't know what to say or do? He just entered and looked at me, but I could see it in his face he was thinking.

"Thanks for cleaning and stuff"

"No problem"

And finally, he asks me the dreaded question.

"What happened before me, before us?"

"Michael I have a past, all of us do. Some good, some bad. I've done some very terrible things that I am majorly ashamed of. Sometimes I can't even confess it to myself. I want to tell you, but I can't"

"Rose, what is a relationship without trust?"

"I do trust you Michael"

"No you don't, if you did you would have already told me"

"Michael if this was about trust I would've told you everything in a heartbeat but it's so much more"

"Tell me, what is it?"

"If I tell you, you'd see me differently. I don't want you to. I love you - and telling you this might change things and-"

His lips smack into mine and I melt into him. He pulls away and looks me dead in the eyes.

"And I love you, so nothing you ever do or say will change that"

"Ugh, Michael you are just too perfect. Okay, so I was into drugs. I would either get high or be drunk every day. And when I was drunk or high I would make the wrong decisions. It began with small things like I would just kiss someone. But than, it became something bigger than that. I would wake up with a stranger lying beside me." Tears formed in my eyes at the horrid memories "I became a class joke, I was the druggie, and the whore. Later on, I was also the suicidal girl just because I had slit my wrists" tears continue falling from my eyes. Than I look up to find his beautiful eyes looking at me, not with shame or pity but sympathy and love.

"And than I found you"  I whisper, barely audible

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- love, Susana