| Chapter Twenty-one |
| I walked closer to the window, trying to see Blake. "Trace? Can I help you?" Just as I finished my sentence, I saw her head. Misty! 'That son of a bitch!' Not even remembering that I was on the phone, I walked out of my apartment and up the them. he didn't even know I was behind him, until it was too late. I smacked him in the back of the head. he turned around with complete shock on his face. He was busted! "You BASTARD! I knew it! I should have listened to Justin! He was right! I'm too good for you! So you can get back in the that car and SHE can take your sorry ass home! It's over!" And before Blake could even blink I was already in my apartment. I didn't even hear his voice until I had locked all the doors. "Michelle!" I looked at the phone in shock. 'Oh shit! It's Justin!' I sat down on the couch, "Yes?" I heard him sigh. "Chelle Bells, Are you okay? It's..." I couldn't let him finish, I didn't want to hear his voice say that name. "I know. What do you need? Did someone die?" The line was silent for what seemed like an eternity, "Hello?" Then he finally spoke. "Yes, someone died. I did." 'What is he talking about?' I looked straight ahead, "Justin, what are you talking about/" He sighed, not wanting to answer. "I heard your fight with him. Come home, I miss you. And I've been dead here without you Michelle. I need you." 'Why is he doing this now!' I shook my head no, although he couldn't see me. "Justin, I can't. I've got a lot of stuff happening for me. So, if you don't mind...I think this conversation is finished." And I simply hung up the phone, without another word. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Justin threw the phone up against the wall. "SON OF A BITCH! Trace, I told you that she doesn't want to talk to me! She doesn't want me!" Trace could see his best friend was hurting. But he thought he had the solution. "Justin, you have to SHOW her!" |