Chapter 19

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Waking up was weird to say the least, especially since I had no idea what had been a dream or not. I vaguely remember hearing Mike’s voice, but I know that he must have been the one who moved me to the bed that I was in now. Wiping the sleep from my eyes I sat up, trying to get my feelings in check, I didn’t want to start bursting into tears again, and then go into another panic attack. I had to find a way to face the way Mike looked right now. Vic had trusted me, and although I did have a moment of weakness, I was going to do what I came here to do and get Mike back on track, even if it takes longer than I expected.

Taking a deep breath to steady myself I slowly pull the covers off of me and walk out of the room I was put in, but the instant I walk out confusion settles over me. Turning around to look at the door and the room I’ve just come out of there’s no mistaking that it’s the same room, but now there are different covers on the bed and the floor that donned numerous bottles of alcohol and old food was squeaky clean.

“What the hell?” I couldn’t help but saying out loud.

“What the hell is right,” I turned to see Vic coming around the corner. “I came back this morning because I didn’t hear from you last night, and I come back to a clean house, and Mike cooking. What did you say to him?”

“I-“ I have to stop myself because I don’t believe what Vic is saying. The Mike I saw yesterday might as well have been dead, there’s no way Mike would be like this right now. “I didn’t get to say anything,” I explained, “I saw him like that and I had a panic attack, and then I blacked out. Unless I was talking to him in my sleep I don’t know what could have made him change like that.” Vic was quiet for a long time but looking at him I knew he must have figured something out. “What?” I asked him but he simply shook his head.

“Come on,” he said draping an arm around me, “I think breakfast is ready.” Without another word I followed him as he led me to the kitchen. Then slowly Vic left me and went to go sit down as I stared at Mike.

Mike’s back was to us as he was maneuvering around the kitchen, and I couldn’t help but to notice the already drastic change in him. Sure he wasn’t like he had been the first day of tour but it was a definite improvement from what I had seen yesterday. He seemed a lot stronger, a lot more like himself. I found myself catching my breath when he turned around and his eyes landed on mine. I was too busy taking in every detail of his face, every change, that I didn’t realize he was getting closer, not until it was too late, and I was wrapped up in his embrace, and without a single moment’s hesitation my arms wrapped around him too. I hadn’t realized how much I had missed him until now, with his arms wrapped tightly around me; I couldn’t help but to wonder how I had gone so long without being in his arms. 

 “Alright I guess I’ll be going.” Vic said but we both seemed to ignore him.

“I’m so sorry, Sammy,” Mike whispered, “I didn’t realize what I was doing to them, what I was doing to myself until you had that panic attack. I couldn’t think straight and when I finally got the sense to get to you, I could barely move without falling over. It took me so long to get to you, and you had to go through that, I hated myself for it. It didn’t take much for me to sober up after that.” Taking in a deep breath I let Mike’s scent consume me, before making up my mind.

“I’m glad,” I said before I found myself pulling away from him. He didn’t fight it but I could see the hurt in his eyes so I avoided my gaze. “Even though it took a panic attack, I did what I came here to do, so I’ll just call Vic and I’ll be on my way.”

“Can you at least eat, before you call him?” he asks, but I can hear the pleading in his voice and I find myself closing my eyes before taking another deep breath, because I know if I stay I won’t want to leave and I have to. I can’t let my heart get broken again. “Come on, Sammy, you haven’t eaten and I made this food for you as an apology, for involving you in this.”

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