10. "Michael, where are you?" I called as I opened the door. I was in his old, shabby apartment. The dark olive green walls looked more like a very unpleasant brownish-green color. I looked around and noticed his house seemed much like Darrell's living room, trashed. "Michael?" I called yet again.
I heard a few boxes crash, and I saw Michael make his way out of the bathroom. He looked horrible. He stared at me with his bloodshot eyes that seemed quite lazy. I gave a silent "ugh."
"What do you want, Ami? I did nothing to you, okay? I get it, you love this Darrell guy and you don't want to see me again? Have you come to make this harder on me?" I realized that something was wrong with him once he started talking. Almost every other word he would have to stop and take a deep breath to finish the next two words. I only stared at him. "Please just get out."
"Don't lie to me, Michael. I know you came to Darrell's house today and trashed it." I interrupted. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. "Why did you do it?" Suddenly Michael let loose all of his bottled up anger. He grabbed a glass mug that was on the counter next to him and threw it at me. Luckily, I dodged it.
"Why can't you just accept that I didn't do it?" Michael yelled as he threw a porcelain plate at me. I actually grabbed this and studied it in my hands. It had a beautiful blue flower design around the rim.
"Do you really think I want you to still love me? I don't, and I'm sorry you do!" I was tired of this and all I wanted was for him to admit he was at Darrell's. Michael looked at me hard. "I know you were there, I know you trashed his house. Just admit it!" I felt so angry I thought the best thing to do was to just leave or else I might do something that I would regret later.
I heard a few boxes crash, and I saw Michael make his way out of the bathroom. He looked horrible. He stared at me with his bloodshot eyes that seemed quite lazy. I gave a silent "ugh."
"What do you want, Ami? I did nothing to you, okay? I get it, you love this Darrell guy and you don't want to see me again? Have you come to make this harder on me?" I realized that something was wrong with him once he started talking. Almost every other word he would have to stop and take a deep breath to finish the next two words. I only stared at him. "Please just get out."
"Don't lie to me, Michael. I know you came to Darrell's house today and trashed it." I interrupted. I didn't want to hear what he had to say. "Why did you do it?" Suddenly Michael let loose all of his bottled up anger. He grabbed a glass mug that was on the counter next to him and threw it at me. Luckily, I dodged it.
"Why can't you just accept that I didn't do it?" Michael yelled as he threw a porcelain plate at me. I actually grabbed this and studied it in my hands. It had a beautiful blue flower design around the rim.
"Do you really think I want you to still love me? I don't, and I'm sorry you do!" I was tired of this and all I wanted was for him to admit he was at Darrell's. Michael looked at me hard. "I know you were there, I know you trashed his house. Just admit it!" I felt so angry I thought the best thing to do was to just leave or else I might do something that I would regret later.