A month went by and Michael and I went on a couple of more dates, but other than that nothing special happened. I half expected Michael to ask me out by now, but he didn’t. We act like a couple, we just aren’t an official one. Even if he did, I don’t know if I would say yes or not. My only other relationship ended badly and I was scared it would be like that again. I know Michael and I trust him a lot, but not like I trust Morgan and Kalysta.
It was the middle of November and all the guys were crowded into our small apartment. We all started this thing where we would all get together on Sunday nights and just hang out and do stupid shit. We were playing our favorite game, Just Dance 2015, and things were getting steamy.
We were all watching as Kalysta and Luke danced to Bailando. I sat next to Calum on the couch, Michael in one recliner, and Morgan and Ashton sat on the floor as they cuddled.
“Guys, get a room. God damn,” I laughed at them as they basically grinded on each other because this dance was so intimate.
“One sec, I’m so close to five stars!” Kalysta said in a concentrated voice.
They finished their song and it was my turn to dance with someone. “Calum, come dance with me!” I pleaded. He obliged and got off his lazy ass for the first time all night. We chose to dance to Bang Bang, mainly because I fucking love that song.
The dance started and I started copying the people on the screen, looking at Calum once in a while and laughing because he looked like a complete idiot. I moved my hips the same way they did, my feet, everything. When the song ended I was sweating my ass off. I went into the kitchen to get some water when I heard someone walk into the kitchen.
I turned around to find Michael standing there, staring at me. “Oh, hi Michael.” I smiled. He nodded his head at me and bit his lip. “Do you need something? Water, food, anything?” I asked him.
He shook his head no, and I just raised an eyebrow. He moved closer to me and I set my water down. He pressed his body to mine and then smashed his lips onto mine. He kissed my rough and hard, nothing like he had before. He pressed his crotch into me, and I got really uncomfortable.
I pulled away from him, “Wh-what are you doing?” He didn’t answer me, he just continued to kiss me. He started getting touchy feely, and I didn’t like that at all. This time, I pushed him away from me with all my might. “Michael, what the hell?!” I yelled while tears formed in my eyes.
Everyone came bustling into the room from the sound of my yell, worried expressions on their face. We all stood there, Michael wide eyed as to what he did and everyone else curious as to what happened. I didn’t like this tension, so I walked out quickly.
“Abby,” I heard Michael say softly but I completely ignored him.
I rushed to my room and closed the door. I sat on my bed and pulled my knees to my chest and let the tears fall from my eyes. Never in a million years would I think Michael would do something like this. When he did that, it brought back so many memories that I wanted to forget forever. I felt kind of stupid for getting this emotional over what happened, but I couldn’t help it.
There was a knock at my door, but I didn’t say anything. I just stayed in my position, letting the tears escape my red and puffy eyes.
“Abby, please open the door.” A deep accented voice said. I stayed silent yet again, not wanting to talk to him or anyone. “Please, I want to talk to you,” Michael pleaded. I sighed, got up, opened the door, and quickly turned around and went straight back to my bed.
He walked into my room awkwardly and closed the door behind him. He made his way over to my bed and took a seat at the end of it. “I’m really sorry…” he trailed off.
“Why?” I sniffled.
“I just… I don’t know. You just looked really hot dancing and stuff and I guess I kind of got turned on,” he admitted to me.
I nodded, not knowing what to say. He moved himself closer to me, and I kind of backed away; scared that he would continue what he was doing. “I’ll just go,” Michael said sadly, and started to get up but I held him back.
“Wait,” I whispered. He sat back down slowly and I took a deep breath. “There’s something I should explain to you.”
“You can tell me anything.” He said quietly.
I took another deep breath, not wanting to explain this but I had to sooner or later. “Last year when I was a senior in high school, I had this boyfriend, his name was Duncan. He made me happy when I was sad, he made me laugh when I cried, and he made me so happy I didn’t think anything could ruin us. But then after almost a year of dating, he changed. He acted different around me and I couldn’t tell you why for the life of me. He would try and force me to do a bunch of these sexual things that I had no intention of doing. I always tried to stop things before they got too far with him, and then one night he actually didn’t stop. He acted like everything was normal and took me for a romantic date and then we went for a nice walk after. But during the walk, he got touchy and he wouldn’t keep his hands off of me.” I paused, remembering that night like the back of my hand.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m here.” Michael assured me before I continued my story.
“He then hit me with a rock on the back of my head, I fell to the ground, and he got on top of me. He pulled a knife out and threatened that if I didn’t let him do what he wanted, he would cut me every time I did; and deeper every time.” I breathed in slowly, “He started to take off my pants and that’s when I started screaming. He lifted up my shirt and cut me right on my stomach. He did that every time I screamed, so that’s what you saw that one night. Right before he did anything sexual to me, some midnight runner came running by and saw us and stopped everything.”
“Holy fuck, Abby. I’m so sorry.” Michael now had tears in his eyes. He moved so he was right next to me, and held me like he always did. I nestled my face into his chest and we sat there in each other’s arms crying.
“You are honestly the most amazing, kind, generous, beautiful person I have ever met. And to know that you had to go through something like that makes me want to punch everything to obliteration.” He confessed, “And I will always be here. I will always be here to pick you up when you are down, to make your life everything that you want it to be. I will be here to save you, and I won’t go away.”
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