Destined Our Unexpected Love (18+/BWWM) ( Final Chapters Coming Soon)Completed ✅

Chapter.58 YOU HURT ME(PT.2)💔💘

🥀 MICHAEL&KAYLA⬆️🥀

🥀 VERY LONG CHAPTER Enjoy 😉🥀

🥀In A Relationship,When       
Communication Starts To Fade, Everything Else Follows.🥀

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Michael didn't know where the fuck he was going. His mind wouldn't let him fucking focus at all. His heart hurt and every damn muscle in his body seemed tense. Had she really planned on not telling him if she was going to get an abortion? He still thought it was some sick joke. He couldn't fathom that she would do that to him.

It was now 4:45 in the morning, and his body was rapidly starting to give out. He was beyond frazzled. He couldn't believe this day. And most of all he wanted to kick Khris's sorry ass. In his opinion, that fucker caused all of this!

When his brain could no longer function with simple tasks like accelerate and brake, he knew it was time to go home and hit the sack. He finally turned his Jeep around. He was praying that Kayla had gone to Lori's or her dad's house, because he couldn't deal with her right now. He knew he'd never physically attack her, but he was afraid of what he would say to her. He seemed to always say too much, and Kayla didn't say enough.

Michael knew he was fucking ripped out of his mind. Why did she always cause him to try to drown his sorrows? He had not done that since he lived in New York and hated his very existence, and even then, he had been a teenager. But now he'd gotten shit-faced two times in the past two months over her!

When he pulled up to his house, he saw her sitting on the damn steps. Shit. He wasn't prepared for round two just yet.

she could see him through the windshield. She noticed him lean his head back on the headrest and wipe his hand down his face. She then saw him pull out his favorite pack of Marlboro cigarettes, the one he kept under the sun visor. She saw him open it and tap one cigarette out, then put it between his lips. He didn't light it, but instead just stared back at her. Then he jerked the cigarette out of his mouth and placed it back in the package.

'Might as well get it over with,' Michael thought to himself. He finally got out and walked up the steps past her without saying a word. He turned on the lights and placed his keys on top of the TV. Kayla followed him in and stood by the door. If he could just make it to the bed now, and pass out, he'd be fine. But then she began talking. Fuck.

"Michael...I know you don't want to talk to me right now, and I understand that, but I just want you to know I never said I was actually getting an abortion. I just said if I did I—I um, I hadn't planned on telling you."

Michael continued to ignore her presence. He needed some fucking Tylenol and a good night's sleep. He just didn't want to deal with this shit right now.

"I'm so sorry, if--"

Michael cut her off. "I don't want your fucking apology right now, okay?" he said, as he made his way to the bedroom. God, she was making his head swim.

Kayla needed him to see her point of view. She needed him to understand her reasoning. She didn't want him to think she was a cold-hearted monster. She knew she shouldn't have pushed him, but she couldn't help herself. She followed him to the back and cornered him in the bedroom.

Michael had removed his shirt and was in the process of turning the sheets down when she entered. He felt her eyes on him and finally decided to look up. She stood there with her bottom lip tucked gently between her teeth. Her eyes were wide and unsure, but also seemed very weak looking. He hated this. He hated this feeling in the pit of his stomach. He just wanted to forget that yesterday—today---fuck, he couldn't even keep up with the days. But regardless, he just wanted this to be over.