Behind Closed Doors

Chapter 21: Who Is He?

Wednesday night soon comes around. I can't wait to fly back home tomorrow. I've stayed out of Michael's way, and done my own thing. I haven't spoken to Marcus yet. I feel like it would be better to speak to him about everything when I see him in person tomorrow. I haven't actually seen or heard Michael all day. Most of the day I've been out looking around some shops anyway, but I don't care what the hell he does any more.

I order more room service for dinner and start watching some tv. Most of it is in French... I find this drama show on one channel, and it looks like the husband has been cheating on his wife. It actually looks good. I turn on the subtitles and watch it for a little while.

I go on my laptop, and notice I've got an email from Stacey. I click on it and sigh. She's asking me when I want to go back and dance... I begin to type up a reply but I hear loud music start playing next door. Ugh not again. Michael is really testing my patience. I leave it for a few minutes but it sounds like he's turned it up louder. I put down my laptop and come out of my room. I knock on his door really loudly.

"Michael!" I shout, still knocking.

It's late and he is going to wake people up! After a few minutes of me knocking he opens the door. He's got his top off and just in black trousers. His hair is down and messy, and he doesn't look so good... his eyes are blood shot. He looks so out of it!

"What?!" He asks looking at me.

"Turn the music off or turn it down!"

"Why?"

I lower my eyebrows.

"Seriously? You are going to get thrown out of this hotel!"

Michael laughs.

"This isn't funny?" I lower my eyebrows.

I shake my head because he's clearly drunk or something. I sigh and barge past him. If he's not going to turn it off, then I will. I see he's connected his phone up to the tv speakers. I roll my eyes and turn the music off on his phone.

"That's rude." He says walking over to me.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I ask looking at him.

I smell a weird smell... the balcony doors are wide open. I raise my eyebrows.

"Have you been smoking weed?" I ask him.

"A bit." He shrugs.

I widen my eyes. He walks over to his bed side cabinet, and picks up a glass of wine. He drinks it staring at me.

"So you're drinking and doing drugs?"

"Well done for spotting the obvious!" Michael says sarcastically and smiles. "Let me guess... another thing to add to your list of things to tell Marcus?"

"How did you even get drugs through security at the airport?!"

"I have my ways." He shrugs and grins.

I lower my eyebrows.

"Wow... I thought you were a lot of things but not a druggie."

I look around his room. I notice something in the bathroom.

"Oh my god Michael..." I say going in to the bathroom. "You're doing coke too?!" I say looking at the white substance by the sink.

He walks in to the bathroom.

"Yeah." He nods.

He is saying it like it's nothing! Like it's normal!

"Fucking throw it down the toilet!"