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

Chapter.60 YOU HURT ME(PT.4)💔💘

🥀 ADMIRAL TROY, MT, KHRIS, KAYLA, LORI⬆️🥀

🥀VERY LONG CHAPTER ENJOY😉🥀

🥀 I CRIED A LOT BECAUSE OF YOU.
I LAUGHED A LOT BECAUSE OF YOU. I BELIEVE IN LOVE BECAUSE OF YOU. AND NOW I'M HEARTBROKEN BECAUSE OF YOU.🥀

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Michael had turned his phone off after the first call from Kayla. He knew what she wanted, but he still wasn't ready to 'really' talk about it. And he also didn't want to hear Dashawn's 'you're overreacting' speech. He couldn't take that either. They just didn't understand how he felt at the moment. To hear those words, leave her lips... 'If I got the abortion, no, I wasn't going to tell you'...he swore he didn't hear anything else past that. He felt his whole life changing with that simple declaration. In his mind, it translated to she didn't care enough about him. In his mind, she was saying he didn't fucking matter that much. In his mind, he had become the poor troubled kid again who rich girls got off on sleeping with, but who didn't really give a shit about him.

He knew she wasn't like them, but God he couldn't help but to think it the moment those words tumbled from her mouth. Fuck, he needed to get his shit together. He couldn't come undone like this every time he and Kayla argued. But she had this powerful effect on him that left him cut open and wounded by her actions...or lack thereof. Michael realized in their relationship, he felt extreme highs and extreme lows. There seemed to be no in between. No middle ground. With their love, it was all or nothing. When it was good...oh, it was sooooo good. But when it was bad, it was soul destroying. He wanted to turn back around, but he felt he would be the biggest pussy if he did. And for her to know that she had him completely sprung, was too much for him. He wasn't ready to relinquish that power to her. Not yet.

He had decided to head back to the bar. He was ready for another round of drinks. He wanted to get so fucked up and drown out every single negative thought. He realized that wasn't the mature or healthy way to handle his problems, but fuck if he have a better idea.

When he reached the bar, it was closed. Fuck! He sat there in his Jeep staring at the place. Maybe he could crash at Dashawn's tonight. He started making his way over there.

Finally, after a few more minutes, he decided to turn his cell phone back on to call Dashawn about crashing at his place. When he did, he noticed that there were 17 missed phone calls. One from Kayla, two from Lori, Five from the Admiral and nine from Dashawn. What the fuck? Before he could listen to them, his phone started vibrating again. It was Dashawn, so he opened it up.

"Dashawn, I don't feel like dealing with this shit--"

"Kayla's in the hospital," he heard Dashawn say.

Michael felt like his heart had stopped and his skin went cold. What?!

"What?!" he repeated aloud into the phone.

"She passed out over at your place and we're at St. Peterson's now, 6th floor and her is room 609. We've all been trying to call you," Dashawn said, clearly agitated.

Michael sat there dumbfounded. This couldn't be fucking happening. No way this is happening. He clicked the phone off. He couldn't hear anymore. He was going to be sick. He slammed his Jeep into gear and sped down the street. Everything was a blur for him at this moment. He couldn't think straight.