Preface
I should have seen this coming; I mean this situation was just…bound to happen. And it was my entire fault, because I had ended it with Rob in the first place. If I hadn't ended it with him, then none of this would have happened.
I wouldn't have been…I could hardly say the word. Michael had attacked me, in such a cruel, vile way, and I could barely look at him, let alone fake this stupid situation! Why Michael had been so cruel over the last weeks for, I didn't know.
This was clearly the only thanks that I would be getting from him for trying to make him see better, to care more, and to look out for others more, other than himself. He could be so mean, sometimes, and for the past few months; it had been me and Rob receiving the worst of it.
I looked to Rob, who was now sitting on the edge of my hotel room bed, running his right hand through the very top of his glorious, messy hair, and sighing heavily as he did. I knew the feeling. He was pissed off, and he had every right to be.
I felt so guilty for ever splitting up with Rob, and for getting back with him even; because in making a choice of getting back with him, I had just made this situation three hundred times worse, and only for Rob too.
Because he didn't have to be involved, and yet…I wasn't brave enough to be without him even. So Michael had won this battle, no matter how you looked at it. And as I looked back to Michael; standing up, arms folded, a smug grin on his face, he knew he had too.
With a sigh, I sat down next to Rob on the bed too, and felt nothing but selfish relief, when his left arm wrapped around the back of my waist protectively. I fell into his touch, letting my head drop gently onto his left shoulder, when we heard Michael snicker in response.
Rob's head darted up, and as did mine, so that I could watch Rob. He was glaring at Michael angrily; his eyes showing the anger that Rob felt inside. And I felt such remorse in the pit of my stomach for making Rob get involved, and also not being brave enough to pull him out either.
''I swear to god, you fucking loser!'' Rob screamed at him in temper, before his body was off of the bed in one move, pouncing on Michael, who was still smirking at us both. He was taken off guard, as he was thrown to the floor, but he quickly recovered himself in typical-Michael style.
''Rob, stop it!'' I screamed, as Rob tried to punch Michael again. He stopped as soon as I had called his name, and pulled himself away quickly. He took steady, deep breaths, as the anger in his eyes slowly began to fade.
Michael smirked up at him, looking every bit like the smug fucker that he was. ''You're going to regret that, arsehole.'' Michael promised him, getting himself up easily. He smirked at us once more, shaking his head, before he began to head to the door.
''No, please Michael!'' I begged, grabbing hold of his right arm, and pulling him back. He grinned at me, and I knew exactly why. Because he knew that whatever he was planning to do, I would want to stop him.
''Why should I?'' He asked me without a care. ''I should be getting him done for assault for breaking my nose.'' He complained, holding his bloody nose in his left hand.
I sighed, and pull him to my bed, by his wrist, and sat him down there. ''Stop being irrational, Michael,'' I warned him pissed off; glaring at him now. ''I'll clean up your nose, and you can forget about this, simple.'' I added; hoping beyond hopes that Michael would do the right thing here, just for once.
Of course, I may as-well have been speaking to myself. He huffed at me in response to my words. ''What, and let you and lover-boy admit to the press that you're seeing each other? I don't think somehow, baby.'' He smirked at me, before looking back to Rob, and glaring at him. I smacked him hard on his left arm.
''You want to behave yourself Michael, I have things about you that the press may be keen to know about too.'' I reminded him, and my mind instantly darted back to his chain smoking of marijuana right back before I started filming twilight.
Because the truth was this was all I had on Michael. I had the marijuana smoking, and I had the fact that he had cheated on me, but who would give a shit about that? It happened all the time. I did of course have the…well the attack on him, but I couldn't ever come out with it.
I'd be too scared in-case…well in-case certain people came after me. Michael would do anything not to let the…rape come out. It would end his career automatically, and I scorned myself for not being brave enough to stand up to him.
Michael smirked up at me, and I should have guessed on the crap he was going to say. But Michael being Michael, I had hoped that he would simply…well grow up a little bit. He was older than me, but he acted like a spoilt teenager.
''Wow, you are getting desperate baby…using our…what did you call it…oh yeah, rape to try and get me a bad name; when we both know how bad you wanted it.'' He laughed then, but I refused to let him affect me.
He had been drinking, he was drunk, and when he was like this, it was better to just agree with him, throw him out, and talk to him tomorrow morning. I was used to his stupid, dramatic, mood swings by now. Rob however, wasn't.
''You little shit!'' He yelled at Michael, as he stormed past me, and attempted to get past me. But I held him back, knowing that if Rob hit him again, it was likely that Michael would finally lose it, and definitely go to the press. Rob didn't need a bad name in the press; he didn't deserve it; not for a twat like Michael.
''Rob, stop; Michael is so not worth it!'' I warned him, pulling him away from Michael, before he could punch him again. He cooled down again, allowing the anger fade from his eyes, as he took deep, calming breaths.
I smiled, and rubbed his cheek soothingly as he relaxed. I was so proud of him, he was no Michael; an arsehole, with serious, temper issues. And I couldn't help but hate Michael, for everything he'd done, and not just to me…but to Rob too.
''You Guys make me sick.'' Michael huffed, and as we looked around, back to Michael; he smirked at us; clearly proud to get the attention he so obviously craved. Well a round of applause for Michael's attention seeking.
''Keep pushing it, arsehole.'' Rob warned him, glaring at him again. I watched Michael roll his eyes in his selfish arrogance, and huffed at him in response.
''Oh please, can't you think of any more original responses of your own.'' Michael snickered, making Rob shake his head. I ran my hand down the length of Rob's right arm, hoping to soothe him in any way possible.
''Not verbal,'' Rob warned him through his teeth. I locked my hand with Rob's, and I was glad that Rob was still calm enough to entwine our fingers together, despite his on-going temper.
''Ooh, well get you Mr. I-know-everything.'' Michael snickered and huffed at him in response. I glared at him this time, starting to really wish that I could give him a good hiding myself, but I had to just stop myself somehow.
''You're not going to leave us alone unless we agree, are you?'' I demanded, finally losing my patience with him.
He shook his head, still smirking at me. ''You've got that right, baby. So you may as well do yourself a favor now.''
I sighed, and watched as Rob finally gave in too. Because he knew that if we didn't, then Michael would go to the press about us, and that was one thing that I didn't want happening. And Robert knew that I didn't.
''Go ahead Kristen, but I don't want to be a part of this anymore.'' Rob shook his head, and I had the maximum of one moment to watch in shock before he walked out of the door.
Michael smirked, snickered, and huffed in response at him. ''That's his problem, babe.'' I glared at him, before I ran after Rob.
''Rob, wait!'' I couldn't bear to be without him. As selfish as this was, I just needed him in any way possible.
''I can't Kristen, I just…I just can't-''
But he didn't have time to finish; because my lips had already crashed into his, silencing his denial. I wouldn't take no other answer from him, I couldn't. I was so selfish, incredibly selfish, but I had already brushed the thought aside as I pushed him against the wall hard.
My body followed the movement, and got a happy groan from him; his hands already tightening into the back of my hair and giving into my kiss. And I was glad, because I was selfish, and needy, and I would never want him in anything less that this way.
Finally, he broke away from me, gasping for breath, but letting our foreheads remain touching. In the silence of the empty hallway, there was only our panting breathing to fill the deserted hallway. But finally, as he began to get his breath back; he talked.
''Fine, you win…as always. I don't know why I bothered to try and leave for.'' He admitted, huffing his reply at me breathlessly.
''Why is that?'' I asked him back, sounding just as breathless as him. I dared to look up, and find his concentrating face; eyes shut tight, lips pulled back slightly into a half-smile. But he was struggling to keep up the happy façade. I was hurting him, and I still couldn't say goodbye to him.
''Because you're irresistible,'' he confirmed, before his lips crashed back into mine again with the same eagerness that I had used with him. I knew only one thing from the kiss, and this was enough to make me stay positive; that no matter what; Michael wouldn't be able to break us up, as long as we had each other. And that's all that mattered to me.
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Just to warn you; this is a preview of what's coming up. Because….there's a whole other stuff about to come out; and that isn't good. : (
