Daddy [18+]

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11:43 P.M.
Friday, February 9th 2007

My eyes flutter open. I don't feel Michael behind me. I flinch at the sound of glass shattering in the bathroom and sit up quickly.

"Fuck!" I hear Michaels voice shout. Oh god.., he sounds angry. What's happening?! Is he okay?? I try to stand up, but the stinging pain between my legs slows me down. I take a deep breath before saying f it and start walking towards the bathroom.

I hesitate for a second before knocking on the door.

"Michael? Are you okay?" I ask softly.

"Go away." He says sternly after a few seconds. I frown at his attitude towards me. He's acting like we didn't just have sex this morning...

"Please tell me what's wrong." I say, leaning my ear against the door. I hear some shuffling around and then just silence.

"Nothing is wrong. Leave me alone."

My stomach sinks. Why does he have to be like this? I didn't do anything to him, why is he taking it out on me?

"I don't believe you." I tell him.

"I don't care, Rose! Leave me alone." He shouts, making me flinch. My cheeks feel hot. I don't know if I'm embarrassed or angry at him.

"Why are you yelling at me? I didn't do anything to you." I say, fighting tears.

It stays silent for a moment, and then the door opens slowly. My eyes widen at the blood that runs from the inside of his elbow and drips down his fingers. He starts to walk past me but I stop him, grabbing his other arm.

"Michael, what's going on? Why are you bleeding?" I ask, looking at his arm where the blood is coming from. The sight of his blood is honestly kind of striking... I can't help but think he did this to himself and the thought of that makes my stomach turn.

"Just let me be. I don't have to explain myself to you." He says in a cold tone. He won't even look at me. I take in his words, letting go of his arm. I try my best to fight the tears but at this point there's no reason to not cry.

"I'm just trying to help..." my voice breaks as I speak.

"I don't want your help. I'm going away for a while, if you need anything, call Josiah. His number is on the fridge. I'll be back later." He says before continuing out of the room and slamming the door behind him.

I just stand there, not moving, for a while. Contemplating. Trying to figure out what went wrong between then and now. He seemed fine before I fell asleep...

And I don't understand why he's so angry at me? He's treating me like whatever is wrong with him is my fault. I hate how confusing he is.

I walk into the bathroom, seeing the broken vase and droplets of blood on the floor. I sigh before getting some toilet paper and wiping it up.

Maybe he just accidentally cut himself on the glass...

I dismiss my thoughts and walk to the guest bedroom. I don't want to be in here when he gets back. There's no guarantee he won't be just as angry then as he is now.

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A hand plants itself on my hip gently, squeezing a little. I'm too tired to do anything about it.

"I'm sorry..." his gruff, broken voice tells me. He kisses my shoulder softly making me jerk. Oh... it's Michael. I furrow my eyebrows and push his hand off of me. Wasn't he the one shouting at me earlier? Why is he just expecting me to pretend like it didn't happen?

"I understand if you hate me now." He says quietly. It sounds like he's been crying...

I feel bad for him because I don't know what's wrong or how to help. But also he took it out on me knowing full well I didn't deserve it. Now I don't know weather to be mad at him or not.

"I don't hate you." I mumble. He lets out a little sigh... almost a relieved on?

"A-are you mad at me?"

I think that's the first time I've heard him stutter... nervously at least.

"No..." I say hesitantly. I'm still not sure. He's definitely going through something that I don't know or understand about so... do I even have the right to be angry with him?

"It's okay if you are." He tells me. I turn over on my other side to look at him. It's dark and hard to tel, but it does look like he's been crying.

"I'm not." I shake my head. His expression is unreadable. I don't know what he's thinking right now. Maybe he's just relived that I'm not mad?

"I'm sorry." He whispers sounding kind of broken. I furrow my brows starting to feel bad for him.

"What happened?" I ask looking down at his lips. He just stays quiet, his expression stays the same too.

"I don't feel like talking about it." He says.

"Okay..." I nod. Maybe he'll tell me later.

It stays silent for a while before I say something.

"Can i..."

He nods, knowing what I mean. I move closer to him, putting my leg between his and nestling my face into his chest so I'm kind of laying on him. I like laying like this. He makes me feel safe.

After a few minutes, he hesitantly wraps his arms around me. I don't think he's used to showing affection...

He... he kind of smells different? Like a different cologne than that black orchid stuff, that's too bad, I really like his regular smell.

"Rose..." he says quietly. I hum, acknowledging him.

"Can you move your leg please?" He asks.

Oh...

Oh...

Oops...
I move my leg a little so it's not smushing him anymore but it's still between his legs

"I-sorry." I whisper feeling embarrassed.

"No, I'm sorry."

"...it's okay, I already told you, I'm not mad." I assure him.

"No, Rose... I-I slept with someone..."

To be continued...

Hey guys! Sorry this chapter was short but I just wanted to give you guys a little something. I know it's not much but hey, at least it's not nothing :)