“You could, and I’d deserve it.” “You are right, if this door wasn’t locked I could go and do whatever or whoever I wanted. But I am here talking to you right?” Mikel said roughly to her. He wouldn’t have came up here to talk to her if that is what he wanted. “And you don’t deserve that, no one does.” He noticed her tears and hit the wall next to him with his fist, not hard enough to dent it or break the dry wall but enough to make a bang. He didn’t mean to make her cry. That was not his intentions at all when he said what he said. He just was angry and was stating a fact. Though at the moment he couldn’t even think of another girl the way he thought about Jezebel. “Fvck.” He said under his breath. ”Just… tell me what you want.” Mikel shrugged at her words. He didn’t know. He was confused as to what the right thing to do was. He really had strong feelings for her, more than he had for anyone ever. Even himself but trust had been broken and he hated cheaters. His parents fell guilty to this all too often and they just pretended like everything was perfect. Was he going to be like them? The bathroom was starting to steam up from the hot water running. He stuck his hand out for her. “Please don’t cry.” He begged in a calm tone. His head was still spinning slightly as he stood there looking at her. Tomorrow he knew it would be worse but he didn’t care. He felt a little exposed as he stood there in front of her in just his boxers but he wasn’t embarrassed by any means.