Annie's POV

It's been about two weeks since Michael had forgiven me, but there seemed to be such distrust between us. We would always hesitate to talk to each other. Hold each other's hand. Touch each other. I had to stop this.

I pushed the brush through my hair, wincing when it pulled through a tangle. I set the brush down and headed back out to the bedroom. Michael lay on the bed, staring up at the ceiling with his hands behind his head. I slipped under the covers and slid closer to him. I quickly wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his chest. He jumped a little, looking down at me. He slowly placed his hand on my back.

I leaned my head up and kissed his jaw. he flinched back and I looked at him.

"Why can't I kiss you?". I asked quietly. He looked away.

"I don't know why I did that...", he whispered.

"Why haven't we kissed each other lately?"

"I don't know, Annie."

"I feel so scared to even touch you, Michael."

He sat up. "Why do you feel scared?"

"I'm scared because I feel you don't trust me anymore."

"I trust you, Annie."

"You don't. I can feel it." I looked away from him.

"What do you mean?"

"I just know. Tell me why you don't trust me and don't lie to me."

He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. "What if you go back to him?"

"Who? Johnny? Is that why you don't trust me? You know I didn't mean it..."

"I know, Annie, but I just can't help feeling that way. I can't help fearing it."

"Michael, I will never go back to him. Know that." I scooted closer to him on my knees and turned his head to me. "I just wnat this distrust to end. I want no fear in me when I want to talk, touch ,or kiss you."

He didn't answer. He just looked down. I let go of his head.

"I-I don't-", he mumbled.

"You can't trust me?", I asked, scooted away.

"I just- if you didn't mean it... why did you go see him? Why did you let him... do that? Why did you let him kiss you?"

"I-I..." I didn't have an answer. He looked at me, his eyes saying he knew it.

"Well... why did you let Lisa kiss you?", I shot back, harshly.

"I tried to stop her."

"I bet you enjoyed it."

"Never. At least I didn't let her do me." He shot back.

Before thinking, I swung my hand back and struck. The smack rang through the room and I looked at him angriliy. He slowly turned to me, his cheek red.

I stood up, grabbing my pillow. I grabbed a blanket from the closet and headed for the door.

"Why don't you go and f*ck that b*tch Lisa?!", I yelled, harshly. I stormed out of the room and into the empty guest room. The bed was bare, no pillows or blankets at all. I threw myself on the bed, punching the pillow and slamming my head down on it. I covered myself with the blanket, muttering.

I couldn't believe he said that. My moment of rage passed by quickly and I realized that was the first 'fight' I had with Michael... and the first time I slapped him. I regretted even asking him why he didn't trust me. Now he won't trust me. He'll probably throw me out. I felt tears stream down my face.

Michael's POV

I sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing my still aching cheek. I can't belive she slapped me. But the reason she slapped me was because I said that stupid thing. I had to apologize to her.

Sorry this took so long and it may be short, but enjoy!