Time to move on...

~Chapter 19

I woke up sore in the bed and it was still the after noon. Michael had his arms wrapped me and it was so cute when he slept. I went into the bathroom and took another shower. I got out and dried off with my towel. I put on my deodorant then my underwear, shorts and tank top. I went downstairs and got some water and made a sandwich. I heard the phone ring and I answered it and I was Jordan. "Hey Cyan", she said, sounding surprised I'd answered the phone and not Michael. "Hey Jordan. Michael's asleep, if you want to know", I said , informing her. "Oh. Um, tell him to call me back at this number", she said, sounding disappointed. "Are y'all fucking?!", I yelled through the phone. She was quiet before answering. "No.. We're best friends. why would I do  something like that to you, he loves you", she said calmly. "Well, bestfriends don't fuck with their boyfriend while his away", I said keeping it real with her. She didn't say anything at all, just hung up the phone. I really didn't understand why would she be calling him anyway. There,s nothing between them, at least I hope it;s not. She already stabbed in the back and she's lying my face. I don't know if I can trust her around Michael. I needed clear my head because I didn't know what to say to him about this. Can I trust him? I already made love to him, is that what he really want? I had some much stuff running through my head and I felt like breaking down. He walked up behind and kissed my neck. I didn't face him so he just turn me around, making me look at him in the eyes. " What's wrong baby?", he asked, pulling me close. I didn't want to respond but I did anyway. " Why is Jordan calling your phone?", i asked him. he didn't answer and oushed him off me. He had to think of a lie so I would believe like always. He knows I'm attached to him and he's hurting me again. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back. he looked in the eyes, my eyes filled up with tears and I broke down. I couldn't do it anymore. " Do you even care about me Michael? Huh?", I asked, fed up with the bullshit. " YES I FREAKING CARE ABOUT CYAN!!!" , he said, yelling at me. I got quiet for a minute because that was my first time hearing him  yell at me like that. But the rage bulid up inside me and I was no longer the sweet, innocent girl anymore. " OKAY,THEN MICHAEL, IF YOU CARED SO MUCH ABOUT ME THEN DID YOU TRY TO FUCK JORDAN AND WHY IN THE HELL SHE HAS YOUR NUMBER??!! ARE YOU USING ME FOR SEX!!?? I MADE LOVE TO YOU AND YOU START TREATING ME LIKE THIS, FUCK THAT BULLSHIT. I'M DONE WITHCHA! OH, PLUS IF YOU CARED, YOU'LL SHOW IT. STOP HAVING DO ALL THE WORK IN THIS RELAIONSHIP CAUSE I'M TIRED OF DOING THIS, KEEPING YOU HAPPY. IF I MAKE YOU HAPPY, DO THE SAME FOR ME, AT LEAST TRY.!!, I yelled at him. He grabbed me by my arms and looked at looked at me. "If I didn't love you, I wouldn't be here now", he said calmy. I looked away and starting crying. I pulled away from him and walked upstairs. He chased after me and picked me up. "Michael, put me down. I don't care anymore.. You got what's yours", I said moving around in his grip. "No, we're going to work this out, right now!", he said, not letting me go. He kissed me all over , trying to calm me down."Baby, stop.. I'm sorry.. Stop moving around, you know I love you", he said, holding me down and looking at me. I didn't want to hear it. But I was kinda liking that he was controlling a little."I'm going to prove to you that I care", he said looking at me straight in eyes. That what I wanted to hear.