But Only In Red Ink || #Wattys2017

Chapter Twenty-Five

I wasted no time. Who cared if I was still in my pajamas and my hair was still wrapped? Who cared if my makeup looked like crap? Not me! I was furious. Crying and driving through the rain, my heart was broken. I knew that if Michael didn't have anything to do with the shooting, he definitely had something to do with Ryan's death.

I parked in the driveway of the Fassbender residence, got out, then ran inside. "Michael! Michael, where are you?!" I shouted across the house, storming around to see where he was. As soon as I reached the kitchen, I regretted the choice to even get in my car this morning.

She had dark, long, thick, curly hair and the prettiest shade of burgundy lipstick. Michael sat across from her but was turned to look at me. "Uh hey!"

My heart sunk from my chest to my stomach. "Who is this," I meant to ask nicely to not give away the extra hurt.

Michael cleared his threat and gestured to the black dressed woman. "Tia, this is Bianca. Bianca, this is Tia, my cousin." I wanted to slap him so hard for that cheap ass lie.

Bianca smiled at me with her dimples and concern. She waved. "Nice to meet you. Are you okay?"

I cleared my throat and nodded. "Y-yeah. I just need to talk to my cousin." I emphasized the lie.

Michael got up and walked towards the fridge. "Let me get you some water first."

"I don't need any water, Michael. I need discussion." I gave him my best glare. He gave his back. If looks could kill, I'd be drowning in my own blood.

Bianca looked between us and got up, fixing her short dress. She grabbed her purse and coat. "I'm just gonna let you both have a family moment. I've gotta get back to the cafe anyways. Michael, I'll call you later?"

Michael looked at her with a teethy grin. "Yup, and I'll answer."

She returned a smile with her dimples again and walked out of the house, leaving me with my current worst enemy. "Who the fuck was that?" I folded my arms, waiting for his answer.

He squinted his eyes at me as if I were crazy for cursing at him, which I was. "Who the hell are you talking to?"

"You, Obviously! No one else is in here!"

He began to stride towards me until I grabbed a knife, pointing it at him. He stopped mid way. He smirked and folded his arms. "You think you're all bad now? How sexy on you."

"Michael! Don't fucking play with me! Who was she?!" I stomped my foot, tears welling in my eyes.

"I'm not sure I know why you're so upset," he frowned, stroking his chin. "You have Ry- oh wait." His grin grew.

"You had something to do with it, don't you? You killed him?!"

"Killed who? What are you talking about?"

I shook my head. "See, this what the fuck we not gone do. Quit playing and  tell me the truth or I'm calling the police."

"And they're gonna believe that? You're the one in my house, looking crazy with a knife in your hand." He chuckled and walked to me, taking the knife from my hand. "You want the truth?" He leant over to my ear and whispered "it wasn't me."

I bit my lip at how close he was and how scared I might've been. I wasn't supposed to find him sexy at that moment. This was not a vulnerability minute for me. This was business. "Then why are you so happy? It's like you don't care! It's like you wanted to do it!"

"Did I want to?" He stopped and thought. "Yup. Why? Because I could have you all to myself and it looks like I didn't even have to get my hands dirty this time."

"This time?"

He took my hand and turned it over to reveal the white of my wrist. "Tia, did I ever tell you what I plan to do after we marry? No?" I shook my head. He nodded. "I'm gonna get a tattoo with your name but only in red ink."

I frowned in confusion. "Why red?"

"To symbolize the blood that I will and have shed for you," he said softly, looking deep into my eyes.

My heart started melting and my goosebumps rose to the romantic occasion until I remembered her. Biiiaaannccaa. I pushed him away from me. "Bullshit, Michael! Bull-shit! You have still yet to tell me who that bitch was and why you introduced me as your cousin!"

He raised a brow. "Oh okay, I get it. I can't have anyone else but you can just kiss make out with whoever you want in front of all of McCray high?"

"I didn't kiss him! He kissed me, you fuck ass!"

He quickly grabbed my throat and pushed me against the wall. "You know, at first I thought this big and bad shit was kinda cute. But now you're pissing me off," he said through clamped teeth. He stroked the tears off of my cheek with his thumb. "I get it, you're angry. You're devastated that your poor pretty boyfriend is dead.
But guess what? I don't care! So stop your fucking whining. I-" he stopped talking and looked at the door as there were a few knocks.

Michael let go of my neck and leaned over a little to peak at whatever cars were outside. He swallowed hard then looked down at me. "It's the detectives that were at the scene yesterday. Ugly ass cars."

I forced a smile and moved from the wall. "Good! So I can go and tell them all about you."

He grabbed my arm tightly. "The hell you will. You will answer that door and tell them I'm not home. If you do just that, I'll give you a treat." He smirked down at me.

I rolled my eyes and opened the door. "Hello,"

The two detectives looked at me in examination. The older blonde woman cracked a short smile. "I'm Detective Hardy, and this is my partner Detective Anderson. We need to speak to Michael Fassbender if he is present."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry. You just missed him. He went with this girl named Bianca to some cafe."

"And you are," asked the tall gentleman.

"His daughter's best friend. She's staying with me for a few days so she asked me to get her things while she was working."

He didn't seem to be listening to me as he peered behind me. He nodded. "Well we'll just come back later then, if you think he'll be back."

I nodded quickly. "I'm sure he will be."

They both thanked me before getting in their car and pulling out of the driveway. Michael came down with suit cases. "You need to go home and pack."

I frowned and folded my arms at this demand. "For what?"

"I'm getting the hell out of town and you're coming with me. No questions asked."

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This chapter was trash but I didn't want to keep y'all hangin.

So what the hell happens next? Let me know what you think!

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~Shann