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Tough Love Part 3

Thank you for the votes guys.  And recently, I ended up getting sick!  I never get sick.  I have a cold.  I had a busy academic weekend and week, as usual.  Donâ??t worry though. Iâ??m sorry too.  
I was dazed for a second.  Literally I was confused.  I got the mail and started walking in circles trying to   
Okay, take a deep breath Lyric.  Iâ??m 16, Michael is 20, four year difference.  If me and Michael was to have an affair, I know we wouldnâ??t want Clarence to know.  Iâ??m 5â??6, heâ??s 5â??9.  He hasnâ??t dated much, I havenâ??t either but Iâ??ve done more than kisses and smiles.
I couldnâ??t take it, so I slapped the mail down on the pavement and started walking to the store.  I went to the liquor store and slipped in.  I crouched down and went into to the cooler aisle.  I only wanted one, so I got a wine cooler.  I got my favorite, Peachy Cream.  I slipped back out and started walking on the sidewalk again.  I sat on the curb, and as I was about to open the lid, I heard a car screech.  I looked up to Michaelâ??s Rolls Royce.  Thatâ??s one of his cars or than the Mercedes.  Something I donâ??t have and will never have.  
I looked up to his worried expression.  I immediately grabbed the bottle and ran like lighting.  A few trees were about five blocks away.  So it would be awhile until I got to a clearing.  I kept running and Michael got out of his car and ran even faster.  Some sand had tripped me, I was sliding on it.  I fell on my chin and the wine flew out my hands.  Michael scrambled to get it, but I pushed him over and grabbed for it.  He held onto my ankle and got a firm grip on it, then he stood in front of me.

(Michael) â??Lyric, why were you about to drink this?â?
(Me) â??I was not!â?
(Michael) â??Did you pay for it?â?
(Me) â??Do I look like I did?â?
He threw it down with so much force and intensity.  Then he pointed at me like he was my father.
(Michael) â??Donâ??t you ever do this again, Lyric!â?
(Me) â??Michael, I, Iâ?¦â?
I went up and starting to claw at his chest.  He made me so furious.  That was my own reliever and he threw it away.  Just smashed it on the road.
He rolled over and held me firmly.
(Michael) â??Lyric, stop it!â?
He was acting too calm so I tried to slap him.  He caught my hand.  One of my thighs were over his, his other was over me.
(Michael) he hugged me and whispered in my ear, â??Lyric, why are you doing this to yourself?  Youâ??re so beautiful.â?
I hugged his neck and fell over him.
(Me) â??I donâ??t know Michael.  This is the only life I know since I was twelve.â?
(Michael) he wiped my tear away.  â??Tell me about.â?
(Me)  I got up and turned away. â??My parents were married.  We did live down here, but when I was eleven, my parents split.  Not too long later, my mom lost her job.  She didnâ??t smoke much and had lots of parties.  We always had family friends in Chicago.  One of the friends was two years older.  We liked each other; but something about him was so dominant.  One night at a party, he was grinning mischievously.  That was usual, but he showed the knife, made me take off my clothes.  Raped me.  Mama didnâ??t believe me like many women.  So I had sex, a lot.  Drank, did whatever.  But I always kept my grades up.  One day, my school counselor caught the boy outside ordering me to do oral.  Thatâ??s when I moved down here six months ago.  No matter how many times I run away, someone always come to get me.â?
(Michael) he crawled behind me and fell around my shoulders.  â??Well, there must be some reason why youâ??re always being saved.â?
(Me) I turned around suddenly. â??If I was to be (air quotes for saved) â??savedâ?, none of this wouldâ??ve ever happened, Michael.  I wouldnâ??t be down here for this reason.  I donâ??t even feel clean.  Sometimes, I ask myself â??Why me Lord, why?â??.  And guess what, I never get an answer.â?
I stalked up and ran away.  I was getting hot, so I just threw my robe to the ground.  I didnâ??t care.  I hate talking about this with people.  Why was I being saved?  Why do I carry this much anger in me?  Why has some of my life been lived in sin?  Those three and half or four years seems to be enough to double my own life.
Another thing that was my problem was Ian.  He seemed to be a charmer, but heâ??s very aggressive.  When he kisses me, itâ??s always rough.  Not once has he kissed me like he really cares.  His kisses feel like heâ??s secretly labeling me to be his girl.  I know Iâ??m not the only person.  I just didnâ??t know how to escape him without any violence.
Michael ran back to his car and started following meâ??barely going over 5.  He rolled his window down then stopped.
(Michael) â??Well, arenâ??t you going to get in the car, Lyric?â?
I kept walking.  Michael put the car in Park and came behind me.  He wrapped his hands around my bare waist, his hands touching the tip of my butt.  
He said to particularly no one, â??Lyric, I gotta have you.â?
I sniffled and looked down.  For the first time, I noticed he put on some pants but was still dressed in his pajamas.
(Michael) â??Lyric?â?  (I didnâ??t answer) â??Come on.â?
He had me walking backward until we got to the passengerâ??s door.
He put me in and got my robe from under the seat.
(Michael) â??I knew you would be cold.â?
He wrapped my robe around me.  When I saw him lingering a little longer, I thought it would resort to more.
I pictured it in my headâ??he would kiss me on the lips, then the neck.  He would go everywhere first, then he would move the seat of my pants.  My robe would be draped over us in the end, and I would fall asleep with him on me or me on him.
(Michael) â??Lyric?â?
(Me) â??Drive me home, please.â?
(Michael) with defiance, â??No.â?
(Me) â??Why no?â?
(Michael) â??You barely tasted your food.  Yeah, you bit into it, but you didnâ??t enjoy it.â?
(Me) â??Okay, I didnâ??t like my breakfast this morning.  But what does that have to do with you buying me more breakfast.  I donâ??t want any.â?
(Michael) â??Too bad; what I says go.â?
He had a hint of a smirk on his lips.  I just rolled my eyes.  I liked his sudden dominance, but I didnâ??t want to be told what I can and canâ??t do.
He drove us to Waffle House.  When he parked the car in a parking space, I just looked at him, clueless.
(Michael) â??What,â? then he got it, â??donâ??t tell me youâ??re thinking of staying in the car while I eat?â?
(Me) annoyed, â??Yeah.â?  I slammed myself against his car seat, folding my arms across my chest, with my lips poked out.  Michael did not control me.  Never did, never will.
(Michael) â??Too bad.â?
I huffed real loud on purpose.  I guess he was showing me the â??I can show you better than I can tell youâ? method, because he opened his door, closed it, went to mine, unbuckle my seatbelt and carried me out bridal way.  I was really enjoying it.
(Me) â??Put me down, Michael!â?
He didnâ??t say anything.  My jagged robe was draped over me, and I didnâ??t have any shoes on my feet.
He took us to a booth, threw some napkins on the floor and put my feet on them, then sat across from me.  I glared at him, and he looked away, scratching his head.
A lady approached us.
(Waiter) â??Whatâ??s good folks?â?
(Michael) â??Nothing much.  Could we get theâ?, he was looking at the menu, â??could we get the four stacker waffles, bacon and eggs, please.  And small orange juices, thatâ??ll be all.â?
(Waiter) â??Okay.â?
When the waiter walked away, I started looking around the place.  I saw Michael studying me intently, searching for the right expression.  I was rocking back and forth, repeatedly bumping my toes against the floor tiles instead of the napkins he threw on the floor for me.  I was also biting my lips.  I was tired and irritated.  At once, I looked at him, and he caught my glance in a heartbeat.  He just smiled, and I looked away, clenching my jaw because I didnâ??t want him catching me looking at him with admiration. 
(Waiter) â??Okay, hereâ??s your four stacker wafflesâ??with your butter and syrup already sitting on the tableâ??the eggs and bacon, and two orange juices.â?  I was glad when â??Franâ? finally walked away again.
(Michael) in a soft, commanding voice, â??Eat up.â?
I can be very stubborn at times.
(Me) â??No.â?
He only swallowed.
(Me) â??You really think I can eat all of this?â?
(Michael) â??Well, I can eat some of this with you, but you need to eat first, Lyric.â?
I eyed the breakfast in front of me like it was foul, then picked the fork up and stabbed into the first waffle.  As I took my first bite, I noticed he wasnâ??t making any attempt to pick up a fork at all.
I just swallowed, and kept eating.  I donâ??t even think I noticed I was starving.  I went through my first orange juice in no time, then to my other.  The whole time, he was staring.  It got on my dâ??n nerves how he kept at it, like I was something to exhibit.  I swallowed my anger in the last gulp of the orange juice.
Michael waited until â??Franâ? came back to pay for the check.  She was sad he didnâ??t want anything more, and more importantly that he actually wanted to pay.
I got back into the Rolls Royce without his help this time.  I swunged the door closed.  Not giving a care to the world.  I caught a glimpse of Michael, looking very patient and polite.  He got into the car with ease.
(Michael) â?? Buckle up.â?  He said with a smile, looking over at me and doing that to his self.
â??Buckle up.â? I mocked in my head, but did it anyway.
The rest of the ride was done in silence.  When we got home, I was going to rush up to the shower.  Michael was going upstairs too.  Before I shut the bathroom door, he was passing by to the Manâ??s Room.  I didnâ??t want to seem ungrateful, so I grabbed him by the arm real quick.
(Me) â??Thank you, Michael.â?
He looked a little surprised, and confused.
(Michael) â??For what?  The alcohol or breakfast?â?
(Me) â??All of the above.â? 
Without warning, he hugged me real quick.  I pulled away, shutting the door in his face.
Hugs and kisses are ight, but it ainâ??t my kind of thing.  Iâ??ve seen too many times, when a boy acts like he just wants a hug, but is expecting more.  I know because it has happened to me many times.

Sorry guys, if I could type down all of my ideas at one time, without stopping, you and me would be much happier.  Iâ??m also busy in school, like Iâ??ve said.  As of Monday, weâ??ll have 49 days left!  Yay!  Love you all.  Aariyan.

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