Shouldn't Want Her But i Do

The Rage.

Michelle woke up to find herself alone in the room. She glanced around, a slight feeling of emptiness creeping in. With a stretch and a yawn, she decided to head downstairs to see what the day had in store for her.

As she descended the staircase, she noticed something amiss. The living room appeared disheveled, as if someone had hastily rummaged through it. Her heart quickened as she realized that some valuable items were missing.

Her mind raced, trying to figure out what could have happened. Had there been a break-in while she was sleeping? She felt a mix of fear and frustration, unsure of what to do next.

Feeling the weight of the situation, Michelle hesitated. She knew she should call the police, but a part of her also didn't want to cause any trouble for Alison. She remembered her possessive nature, and the thought of implicating her in any way made her hesitant.

But the missing items were significant, and she couldn't simply ignore it. With a deep breath, Michelle decided to gather her courage and make the call to the police. She knew that facing the truth was essential, even if it meant confronting a dilemma in her relationship with Alison.

As she spoke to the authorities, she couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability. The situation tested her trust and challenged the complexities of her connection with Alison. Yet, she knew that honesty and facing the truth were crucial in any relationship, no matter how enigmatic.

As the police arrived and began their investigation, Michelle found herself torn between her loyalty to Alison and the need for justice. She hoped that the truth would ultimately prevail, even if it meant navigating through the uncertainties of her feelings and the enigmatic dance they shared.

Soon, a group of builders entered the house, carrying expensive items. Michelle was taken aback and confused by the sudden influx of new things. Just as she was trying to comprehend the situation, Alison walked in with a smile on her face.

"What's all this?" Michelle asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Alison chuckled lightly, "Your stuff," she replied casually.

Michelle's puzzlement grew. "What? Wait, did you replace my items?" she questioned, feeling a mix of frustration and disbelief.

Alison shrugged nonchalantly. "Yes," she admitted, her confidence unwavering.

Michelle couldn't help but scoff, feeling her emotions welling up inside her. "You can't just do that! Some of those things were so important to me," she exclaimed, her voice growing louder. "Did you know I called the police because I thought we were robbed?"

Alison's smirk only seemed to intensify, which infuriated Michelle even more. "What? What are you possibly smiling for!?" Michelle demanded an explanation.

Amusement danced in Alison's eyes as she spoke. "You said 'we'," she said, her tone dripping with mischief.

Michelle blinked, trying to process Alison's words. It suddenly dawned on her that Alison was viewing their relationship and the things they owned as a shared entity, rather than separate individuals.

A mixture of frustration and surprise washed over Michelle. In the realm of dominance and submission, Alison's actions and words showcased her possessive nature, intertwining their lives and possessions in a way that Michelle had not fully grasped until now.

Michelle pouted, her emotions bubbling to the surface. "Why are you sad?" Alison asked, genuinely curious about Michelle's feelings.

Sniffing slightly, Michelle tried to hold back her tears. "You're so frustrating," she managed to say, feeling a mix of emotions overwhelming her.

Alison blinked, taking in Michelle's vulnerability and honesty. She wasn't sure how to respond, but she recognized the importance of this moment. Instead of brushing it off, she decided to address it directly.

"Tell me why you feel that way," Alison said softly, her tone carrying a hint of concern.

Michelle hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of her emotions. "I just... I don't always understand you, your actions, or the things you do," she admitted, her voice shaky. "It's like there's this whole enigmatic side to you that I can't fully grasp."

Alison listened attentively, realizing that she needed to be more transparent with Michelle about her intentions and feelings. She reached out and gently cupped Michelle's cheek, wiping away a tear that had escaped.

"I know I can be confusing," Alison said, her voice gentle. "But I promise you, there's a reason for everything I do. And I never want to intentionally hurt you or make you feel frustrated."

Michelle looked into Alison's eyes, searching for sincerity. She saw a glimmer of vulnerability there, and it made her heart ache with understanding.

Michelle's sniffles slowly subsided as she found herself alone in the backyard, the fresh air soothing her emotions. It was a beautiful and chic space, meticulously designed to embrace nature's beauty while exuding an air of elegance. Lush greenery adorned the periphery, forming a natural backdrop that embraced a vibrant array of flowers in full bloom.

The scent of roses and jasmine filled the air, as colorful petals danced in the gentle breeze. Stone pathways meandered through the garden, leading to cozy seating areas adorned with plush cushions and elegant outdoor furniture.

Under a large, ornate pergola, climbing vines embraced the structure, creating a picturesque setting for relaxation and contemplation. A small water fountain added a gentle background melody, adding to the tranquility of the space.

Michelle decided to lounge on a comfortable chaise longue, sinking into the plush cushions and allowing herself to be enveloped by the beauty of the backyard. The sun's warm rays gently caressed her skin, and she closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over her.

Just as she started to drift into a state of serenity, her phone interrupted the calm with its familiar ringtone. She sighed and answered, "Hello?"

"Michelle? How are you doing?" Her mother's voice came through the line.

"Good. What do you want?" Michelle asked, her tone tinged with weariness.

"Why do you always expect me to want something from you? Can't I just say hello?" Her mother responded.

"Don't play dumb with me, Mom. Just tell me what you need," Michelle said, feeling the weight of past betrayals influencing her emotions.

Her mother sighed softly, and her voice turned gentle. "I need some money," she admitted.

Michelle scoffed, her frustration rising. "There's no way in hell I'm giving you money after what you did to me. Do you want me to just forget?" she barked, her emotions raw and unfiltered.

"That's no way to talk to your mother. I sacrificed everything for you, and you can't even give me some money?" her mother pleaded.

Michelle's resolve hardened, recognizing the manipulation and guilt-tripping tactics. "Goodbye, Mother," she said firmly, hanging up the call.