Chapter 33 |
Kyela's Pov
I wasn't actually mad. I was just a little irritated since I had a massive headache, and I have no idea how I ended up naked in bed with Michael. Okay, I have one idea of how that happened, but I wasn't sure how I got to the house.
I knew I should've stopped after my third glass, but it was so good, and I really needed it to soothe my mind and body. Needless to say, it worked.
But the pitiful expression on Michael's face was priceless when I left him sitting on the bed. As much as I wanted to kiss him just to make it go away, I knew I couldn't. I had to remind myself of what Janet said about forgiving him so quick because he'll just keep doing it, and I won't be able to handle it. He's broken me before, and I'm not going to let him do it again even if it means the worst. I just have to show him-and myself- that it's not always easy to get what you want when you want it.
After getting out of the shower, I blew my hair dry, and it was bigger and more puffy than usual. I left it down, not really feeling the need to push it back. My head was hurting too bad. I pulled on a nice dress that stopped mid-thigh, and it was a bright yellow with purple flowers arranged decoratively all over it. It was cute and simple, but I was sure Michael would like the way it looked on me. Just another part of the plan.
I slipped my feet into a pair of yellow wedged heels to match the base of the dress, but something was still missing. I remembered leaving lipstick on the nightstand by bed, so I went to look for it, and the entire thing was a mess. Papers were strewn all over, there were empty plastic cups, there was an orange juice bottle. He's literally a mess when I'm not here. I found the lipstick underneath a notebook, and I grabbed it, but I curiously picked up the notebook as well. Turning it over, the portrait of my perfectly drawn face was etched onto the paper. I gasped, not believing it was a drawing because it seemed so real.
My fingers traced over my eyes that were drawn to look line they were shining, then my mouth that was curved into a smile. The sound of the door opening startled me, and I clutched the notebook to my chest protectively as I turned around. He was there, of course. He pointed to the notebook, but he didn't say anything, and I loosened my grip on it.
"I'm sorry. I was looking for something, and I found it." I stammered.
I searched his face for a reaction, but he gave me nothing. "It's fine. It was for you anyway."
"It's amazing," I said while looking at it again.
"Well, not as amazing as the one who inspired it," he said while throwing a pile of clothes into the hamper next to the door. I kept my head down to avoid eye contact because I knew that he was looking directly at me. How could he not?
After a moment of silence in the room, he spoke again. "If you don't mind, I was going to go out and run some errands."
"That's fine," I said lowly. It was probably business related as usual.
"That wasn't very convincing, Kye. If you want me to stay..."
I sighed. "No, really. You can go." I assured him. "I'll try to have fun here playing pool or something."
"Aright, but don't drink. There's water in the fridge." he said, and I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Fine." I said. I left him standing in the room alone, but I turned around, remembering to tell him something. I grabbed his arm from behind, and his body stiffened immediately. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind cleaning off the nightstand before you leave, right?"
He looked at me with an exhausted expression, and I smiled sweetly, knowing that he'd have to give in to me, or I'd ignore him for ten minutes. It was an understandably sarcastic smile, and he obviously understood.
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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?
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