Once again I am so sorry that it has taken me so long to update! I have been busy with doctors' appointments and school work. I want to thank all of you who reviewed! You know who you are ;) You guys rock! I write for you guys so any input it's greatly appreciated. This chapter is a continuation of the last, meaning that it is also a flash back chapter. I have a few more of them after this one. So Thanks for reading, keep the reviews coming, and mostly enjoy! Also this is like 5 pages typed in word so sorry if it's too long! Oh yeah sorry if it's hard to read!
Fallen
After the argument Michael went home. This altercation with Cali bothered him more than usual. This wasn't the first argument that they had about Lincoln, but this one bothered Michael something fierce. And much to his dismay, he couldn't figure out why. He was confused, angry and worn out. So he did what he always did when he needed to clear his mind and get away from it all. He went to the roof. He looked out across Chicago admiring the scene. He didn't care that it was raining… He hardly noticed the cold drops.
Cali's P.O.V
"You know that I appreciate your business, Don. But this ain't gonna fix your problems." I chuckled. "I know… But it sure as hell makes me feel better, for a little anyway." I replied, saying the last part under my breath. After the catastrophe that was lunch with Michael, I took off to Randy's. I met Randy when I was 16. You know the saying "Old habits die hard"? Well, it's true. You see I met Randy a week after I left detox. After overdosing at Lincolns I promised him that I would go to rehab and get off of the pain killers and heroin. I did my time and came out saying "I'll never touch the stuff again!" And I didn't, I just switched drugs. I was a purple sticky punch kind of girl if you know what I mean. And if you don't, I'm referring to marijuana. It became my drug of choice the second I stepped out of those doors. And Randy, well Randy is my dealer. "Linc would kill me if he knew about this ya know!" Randy exclaimed from across the table. "Yeah, well I don't think you've got anything to worry about there." I replied slowly as I took another hit. "You're forgetting one thing… Scofield ain't behind bars." He added. "So?" I asked as I exhaled. "So, if your boy finds out that I've been supporting your habit, I'm as good as dead." Randy explained. I chuckled at the image of Michael kickin scrawny little Randy's ass. "First off, he's not my boy. Secondly he's not the violent type." I replied still chuckling. Randy shook his head as he placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, taking a long drag. "No, but he's the have my ass arrested type." He said through the cloud of smoke as he waved his hands around. I laughed, he was right; Michael would have him arrested if he found out. "Yeah he would." I replied smiling "You don't have anything to worry about, it's not like I'm planning on talking to him any time soon." I said as I stretched out on the floor. The room was screaming with silence for what seemed like ever, and then Randy broke it. "Don," he said, he rarely called me Cali "I know you don't want to hear this. Hell, I don't want to say it! Scofield doesn't tell you that Linc's guilty to piss you off… He says it because it's true" I shot up at his words ready to fight when he put his hands up indicating to me to keep my mouth shut and that he wasn't finished. "I know you don't want to believe it, I don't want to either, Linc was my friend too, but I have to believe it… Scofield is a good guy, sure every time I've seen him he does nothing but give me the evil eye but I have heard enough about him to know that he's cool. He just wants you to be safe and happy, because like it or not, dudes got it bad. And so do you Cali." This was the most insightful thing I had ever heard come from Randys' mouth. Usually he just listened to me bitch, gave me what I came for, and I'd be on my way. I opened my mouth to protest but decided against it. He hadn't told me anything that I didn't already know, he just told me what I didn't want to hear. I both hated and loved him for that. I took a deep breath and stood. "How much do I owe you? $50?" I asked as I slipped my hand into my jeans pocket. He just shook his head in frustration because I wouldn't pursue the topic any further but also as an answer to my question. "Naw, this one's on the house." He said. I nodded my thanks and reached a hand out for the bag of "sanity". He placed the bag in my hand but clamped a calloused hand over my manicured one. "You gotta move past this Cal. Linc's in the Pen, you can't change that. Don't throw everything you have left away because of that." He said as he stood and pulled me into a hug. I weakly hugged him back as I held back tears. "I already have" I said. I quickly kissed him on the cheek, pulled myself out of his grasp and headed back out into the rain.
Michael's P.O.V
"Hello?" I asked, putting an end to the ringing of my cell phone. "What the hell are you doing on the roof in the rain man?" The voice asked in mock disgust. "Hey Kevin, how do you know where I am?" I asked as I gazed out into the grey sky. "Dude! I've been waiting outside your apartment calling your home phone for like 10 minutes! Then I saw your stupid ass trying to drown yourself up there! You didn't forget about our plans did you?" Kevin asked incredulously. "Plans?" I thought, "What plans?". "Uh, no of course not" I replied. "You're such a liar Scofield! Remember, we're supposed to pick up Sean and meet Jeremy at the Hub… Just us guys… Remember?" Kevin explained. "Shit! I completely forgot!... I'm not really feeling up to it right now." I said hoping that just once Kevin would give me a break. "Another fight with Cali huh?" Kevin asked in an amused tone. "Surprised?" I asked. Kevin laughed "No. Isn't it like a daily occurrence?" He asked. "Never used to be." I replied miserably. I could hear Kevin sigh on the other end of the phone. "Hate to break it to ya Mike, but not much is like it used to be… Hey! I know what'll cure ya! Happy hour at the Hub with the boys. So get your ass in that apartment, put some dry clothes on and be in my car in 5 minutes." And with that he hung up. Figuring that some time with the boys might do him good, Michael took Kevins advice and headed back to his apartment. Leaving a trail of water in his wake.
Two hours later
The Hub was roaring. There were people everywhere, of course that was expected for a Friday night. "You've lost your damn mind man! Goin' through all this trouble for some girl." Jeremy exclaimed as he shoved a complimentary pretzel in his mouth. Michael shook his head as he took another swig of his beer. "I don't 'go through all this trouble for some girl." He quoted with slurred words. "Yeah, he goes through all this shit for the girl." Sean teased. "Shut up man!" Michael exclaimed as he punched Sean in the arm. "Oww" Sean whined. "So what makes this argument any different that the others, Mike? You never tried to drown your sorrows before." Kevin said, as he finished off his coke. He was the designated driver for the night. "I'm not 'drowning my sorrows'. In case you forgot you ordered me out tonight… It was different this time because… she was right." He finished quietly. "About Lincoln?" Kevin asked in astonishment, Lincoln was guilty, everyone knew that… Everyone but Cali. Michael shook his head "About me… Every argument that Cali and I have gotten into isn't about her being wrong… It's always been about me being right. I try to make her realize that because I don't… I hate being "wrong" in her eyes. I want her to believe that Lincoln's guilty because I know that he is. I want her to think like me I guess." He finished drunkenly, a little unsure of what he was saying or why he was saying it. "She just feels like she owes him something. We've all seen the evidence. Lincoln's guilty as sin. End of story." Sean replied. Everyone nodded their agreement while Jeremy ordered another round.
Half an hour later the table was littered with peanut shells, pretzel crumbs, shot glasses, and beer mugs. Surrounding the filthy table were three very drunk young men and one sober designated driver. Jeremy had taken a cab to the Hub, but Kevin decided to drop him off. It was on the way anyway. All four of them piled in Kevins car and headed to Jeremys, then took off to Seans. "You need some help getting to the door Seany?" Kevin joked from the drivers' seat. "I can make it thank you! And don't call me 'Seany'". Sean replied making a face. "Alright man. Take it easy." Kevin replied as Sean shut the car door and stumbled to his house, fumbled with his key, and finally entered. "Alright, Mike off to your place." Kevin said to his last passenger. Michael sat quietly in the passenger seat, eyes fixed on the asphalt that seemed to fly past his window. "Kev, I gotta see her." He suddenly said. "Cali?" Kevin asked already knowing the answer. "Yes, I have to make sure that she's alright, I need to tell her that she was right about me!" Michael slurred. Kevin sighed "Mike, you've got a bad track record with Cal as is. You show up at her place at this time of night as drunk as you are things will only get worse." He tried to reason with his inebriated friend. "Ok fine. I'll just drive myself there from my place" He said knowing that there was no way that Kevin would allow it. "Fine!" Kevin grumbled as he set in the direction of Cali's apartment. Knowing only one thing… This isn't going to end well.