I'm starting school at this academy. It's like a boarding school and I don't know when the next chapter will be up. So please be patient if you are reading. If you ain't reading then you're probably the one writing no review.
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"You had to get a single bed." Dropping my bag by the door I walk into the small hotel room groaning. It was very nice, very modern; it had a single bed and desk with a TV and dresser set.
"It was cheaper, and I thought they were asking if I was single." Laying down on the bed John set his guns on the dresser and grabbed the remote for the tv.
"I'm not sleeping with you." I stated crossing my arms.
"Then sleep somewhere else." Putting his hands behind his head John stared at the TV smiling.
"Fine." Picking my bag up, I go to the door. "See you tomorrow."
"Buh bye." Giving me the finger John just sniffs and continues watching.
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"Michael…It's me. Let me in." I was stuck with the intercom at the front door. Currently I'm ready to murder John, he's been leaving out too much information and I can't take it. I need the money but not the headache at the present moment.
Looking up at Michael's window I see it lit. Pressing the button a few times I give up and sit down on the steps. This is not what my life was supposed to be like. Resting my chin in the palm of my hand I look at the street cursing. Finally standing up I turn to the building door. Leaning back I give it a good kick and manage to do nothing but a loud thud. Screaming I kick it a few more times, causing it to eventually open.
Smiling to my self I grab my bag from the steps and head on in.
Climbing the stairs to the third floor I find his apartment door and knock a few times. Rolling my eyes I result to kicking the door instead.
Opening it too I walk inside and gawk at the mess. The couch was ripped to shreds and some of the pictures frames had fallen to the floor. Walking carefully as not to step on the glass I saw bits and pieces of Michael's clothing all over the place.
"Oh my god." I didn't see any blood so I assume he's still alive. Running to his room I dropped my bag in the process. In his room there was nothing but a neatly made bed and dresser. Returning to the living room I look around for some sort of clue. Nothing, there was nothing, but a mess. Obviously there had been a fight but with whom and why? Running my hands through my hair I try to think of something to do. Michael was nice to me, he was the only nice guy I had managed to make friends with in a while, and now he's gone.
"John." Running out of the apartment I quickly made my way down the stairs and out the door to the street. Glancing both ways I spot a bus stop at the next corner.
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Using the key John had given me I open the hotel door yelling. "John!" Jumping onto the bed I smacked the huge bulge of covers several times. "Wake up!" suddenly a hand snakes out and grabs my wrist. Then without warning I'm pinned down, covers in my face to boot.
"This is not how I think you should wake me up." Came John's voice from above me.
"JOHN!" screaming I feel the tears coming, I don't know why I feel so bad about Michael. He was just a guy, but at the same time he was the first guy to smile at me.
Pulling the covers down so he could look at my face, John puts a hand to my cheek looking tired but alert.
"What's wrong love?" He asked, his voice coming out in a husky tone.
"Michael…I went to his flat but…he was gone…everything was a mess, he…I promised I would tell him when I got a place." Turning my face to bury it in the bed spread I try hiding the fact I was crying.
"Hush," Pushing himself up to a sitting position John sat there for a moment somewhat confused. "I don't know who Michael is but I but Jack could fine him." Laying back down John tried to cover up his bare chest. "We'll go in the morning and ask for help, until then I suggest you sleep."
Rolling over to my side, I faced the wall. "I don't want to sleep."
"Then don't fucking sleep; but please leave me the hell alone." Closing his eyes John dozed off back to sleep leaving me in my drudgery. Hugging my knees to my chest I stared at the wall thinking.
Thinking can lead to wondering which only leads to guilt and not thinking clearly. Michael and I have nothing in common and don't each other all that well. They only logical reason I feel bad must be the fact I had thought about moving in with him and because of what I had done karma had caused robbers to kidnap him.
I repeat, I wasn't thinking clearly, but at least it caused me to eventually fall asleep.
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Waking up I rolled over and saw that John was gone. Getting up I made my way to the bathroom and to the shower.
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John came in a few minutes later with a cup of coffee and a piece of toast. Noticing that I was in the bathroom John took this tie to watch T.V.