Seven
I smile as I hear the bell that signals the end of today’s classes. I quickly gather up my books and I ram them into my bag. I jump from my seat and I march out the door. I walk swiftly along the hallway with a smile bigger than New York on my face. Just as I reach my room, I slow down as I notice Michael. He is standing alone and he has an irritated look on his face. He automatically sees me and he begins to walk over.
“What took you so long?” He says in an angry tone. I look at him and I can tell that he is not in a good mood. I slowly walk past him and I open the door to my room. I walk in and I throw my bag onto the floor. I stride over to my bed and take a seat. Meanwhile I leave the door open for Michael. He bursts in and the anger in his eyes is infuriating. He begins to pace around the room and I do not know how to react to his actions. I simply wait for him to speak.
“I hear that lover boy is back.” He says in a very sarcastic voice. I look down to the floor, as I do not want to look him directly in the eye.
“Alanna look at me.” He insists, I weakly lift my eyes from the carpet, and I gaze at Michael.
“Adrian is back,” I whisper. Michael rolls his eyes very heavily and I begin to feel annoyed with him.
“So the idiot finally shows his face, after a month.” He blurts out and my annoyance is beginning to grow. I stand up and walk over to him.
“Don’t talk about him like that. He is your brother and it is not fair to punish him like this. You know about his past and surely if I can forgive him for not being there then so can you.” I say harshly.
He takes my hands in his and he gently squeezes them. “I will never forgive him,” he says in a husky British accent. I try to pull my hands free from him but his grasp is too tight. I look into his icy blue eyes and I force out a smile.
“Michael, please don’t be angry. Nothing has to change I am still here and I want you in my life.” My words are sincere as they blurt from my lips.
His grip on my hands begins to get tighter and his broad nostrils are flared. His eyes a bolting and I begin to feel scared of him. I try again to loosen his grip but he is too strong.
“Michael you are hurting me.” I say desperately.
He does not even flinch at my words and the fear inside of me is growing. I have never seen him like this before and I do not like this violent side to him. I briskly move my arms trying my best to fend him off, he looks at me with passion and he leans in and kisses me hard on my lips. I shake him off me and he finally lets go of my hands. I step back from him and I see that he is shocked by his actions. He tries to lean in again but I push him away. He comes closer and now he has his hands on my face. I wriggle my head and I push him firmly away. He does not pay attention to my actions and again he tries to make a move on me. He grabs me by the waist and he roughly pulls me towards him. I manage to push him away and he stumbles back against the dressing table. He looks at me and he is amazed. I almost feel as if that was not him. It was as if something had taken over his body and he was not in control. However, the anger I have towards him is deep and I am not going to let him off with that behaviour.
“Michael, what was that?” I ask as I place my hand on my hip. He looks devastated by his actions and I almost see a tear run from his eye.
“Alanna, I cannot tell you how sorry I am. That wasn’t me and I don’t know what came over me,” he says very apologetically.
“That was out of order. “ I say almost shouting. He walks over to me and he tries to catch my hand. I immediately push him away and Michael looks distressed.
“I know it was but it will never happen again. Can you forgive me?” He says as he runs his fingers though his hair. I narrow my eyes at him and although I am highly annoyed with him and I almost cannot bear to look at him. I still feel connected to him, he saved my life and I feel obliged to him. I know what he did was completely unacceptable but something is screaming out that this guy is hurting. I look into his blue eyes and now I am positive that there is a tear. He quickly wipes it away as he awaits my response.
“Michael, I am mad at you. This behaviour cannot continue and I will not tolerate it much longer. If you want me to forgive you then there has to be some ground rules.” I say confidently.
He looks at me and says, “I need you, so what is your rules?”
“You have to accept the fact that I am with Adrian and you have to stop your rude comments about him. I will not stand for you slating him every second of the day. I also need you to move on from me. You are with Katharine yet you forced yourself on me. It’s not fair to string her along so end things with her if you are not serious about her.” I say proudly. Michael steps back and he looks down at me.