Written in Anger

~ 33

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I peeled a banana as I walked into the pool room where it just sounded like everyone was having a blast. Of course, it was only the men because Janet hadn't thought to come for me at all today, La Toya was gone somewhere, and I felt that it was best not to bother Rebbie.

As soon as I walked into the room, all eyes were on me. I would've said it was awkward, but I was angrier than I was embarrassed. They all literally gave me the same smug look, and I paused while continuing to eat my banana. "What?" I asked with an attitude.

"We're guessing you had fun last night, and you have a hangover," Jackie said.

They all snickered, and I rolled my eyes. "You're disgusting. All of you."

"Well, we didn't do it," Randy shrugged. "Besides, these walls are thin."

He hit the wall jokingly, making his point. I groaned loudly, and they all laughed. This wasn't funny. Of course, this is the consequence for my careless actions in choosing to drink irresponsibly. Then, the thought dawned on me. I looked to Marlon who was innocently shooting the eight ball. I walked up behind him and put my hand on his shoulder firmly, and he visibly flinched. Even though I remembered absolutely nothing from last night (I was completely wasted), it was making sense on how I got here. I mean, if Marlon and I were in the same place, and I ended up here in the middle of the night, then he must have known something about how I got here.

"Are you the reason I'm here?" I asked simply.

"Maybe," he answered.

He looked to his brothers, and they all looked away like they weren't apart of it. I smiled amusingly.

"And why would you do that?! You should've talked me out of it," I replied harshly.

"You were drunk, I knew you wouldn't listen." he answered quietly.

I sighed. "I couldn't've been too far gone, not to listen to you, Marlon."

My voice was low and soft, but there was an obvious edge to it that made me sound angry when I wasn't. My emotions had gone haywire today, and I couldn't find a neutral place within myself. I was torn between forgiving Michael and making him suffer even more. There weren't any in between options. I couldn't get myself together.

He looked at me with bewildered eyes like I was some sort of monster. He pulled me out of the room by my arm, and I stumbled behind him as he basically drug me into the hallway, away from everyone else.

"Do you have any idea what you told me last night?" he snapped.

"No, I don't remember anything from last night," I answered honestly. I was confused on why he seemed so serious.

"You were thinking about leaving him, and I know that when people are drunk, they tell the truth, Kyela. You were serious, and if that's how you feel, then that's not my business, but as your friend, you need to make a decision before it's too late because I don't want to see you or my brother hurt."

His face held a serious expression while I imagined mine having all of the color drained out of it. Had I really contemplated leaving Michael? Out loud? I ran my hands through my hair and pulled at the roots while trying to think of what to do.

"I'm not trying to force you to do anything, but I just thought that I should tell you because it was pretty important for you to know," he explains.

"I know, I know. Thanks," I answer.

I shake my head to try and get my mind back to where it needs to be, but I keep trying to remember things from last night, but all I could see was my body against Michael's in the shimmering moonlight. Now, I was beginning to wonder what I must've said to him last night. He was completely shaken this morning, not fiery and snappy like he normally was, and it was probably my fault. I could've said something that threw him off, something that upset him, and I had been so careless to have one too many drinks and say something that I shouldn't have because I am so stupid.

"Are you alright?" Marlon asked.

I realized, then, that I was on the verge of tears. I didn't know why. I'd become so used to crying that I couldn't detect when I was. I'm just pathetic.

I nodded, holding off my tears for another day, and I brought my hands back to my side. He didn't seem very convinced as I adjusted my hair again in the mirror that was hanging on the wall. I smoothed out my dress and peeled off a string from the hem.

"Do you want something to drink?" he asked, and I sighed.

"Water would be nice," I answered with a small smile.

Michael's Pov

I had been riding around aimlessly for an hour, thinking of something that I could possibly get her to make her happy again. I wanted her to stay with me this time and not run away. I wanted her to have that beautiful smile that she always had on display because of me.

I sat in the parking lot of the mall where people were whizzing about outside, girls talking on their phones, mothers battling their undisciplined children. It amazes me how they decide to act up in public and drive their parents crazy.

After staring at people for fifteen minutes, I decided to finally get out of the car. I put on my sunglasses and tried to act casual as I strolled up to automatic doors with air conditioner blasting through my hair. Very uncomfortable. I looked around awkwardly trying to find a store to go to so that I could find something for Kyela. I stood outside of Victoria's Secret, eyeing the lacy lingerie on the mannequins, but none of it was attractive, and I didn't think Kyela was the lingerie type. Besides, what's the point of getting lingerie? It's just going to come off anyway.

I continued to look on, but something was weird, and the hairs on the back of my neck were standing up. I watched a couple walk into a fragrance store about two doors down, and I awkwardly made eye contact with the woman, but the guy she was with didn't seem to notice me at all. I turned on my heels quickly and raced off to the other side of the mall. I nonchalantly shoved my hands into my pockets and walked while looking back occasionally until I walked straight into a store with bright lights that radiated off of the shiny, white floor greatly. The glass cases filled with jewelry were arranged strategically around the store, but only one thing really caught my eye.

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what do you think caught his attention? do you think that Kyela should feel bad?

mickeythemoonwalker ♡