Michael's POV

I slammed her door shut with force caused by the anger in me that burnt like wild fire that couldn't be put out even after what I did to her, for the image of YN and that little teenage boy couldn't leave my worried mind. I was consumed by jealousy caused by him when I saw him touch her on places which belonged to me only. I couldn't believe I got jealous because of a 17 year-old boy...

I'm truly sorry for hurting her like this tonight and for handling so roughly her small, tender body but I'd be lying if I said I didn't like what happened in her room few minutes ago. Last time I had experienced such pleasure from sex was with YN before she broke up with me. Ever since I've been trying to satisfy myself with Lisa and other women but it's just not working and I know damn well why... they're not YN.

I desperately needed a glass of whiskey with a cigarette or maybe a whole bottle to make me forget my lonely existence and broken heart. I still haven't figured out why YN left me. The explanation she had given me before walking out of the house was a complete bullshit to me. Every night when I lay down in bed I ask myself

Did I do something wrong?

Did I say something that offended her?

Wasn't I good enough for her?

What was the reason that made her leave me so suddenly? How could her love vanish so fast when she kept telling me how crazy she was for me.. when she kept saying she wanted nothing else except to be my wife?! All this was driving me crazy so I ended up drinking alcohol and smoking. It made me somehow calmer.

I plumped on the big sofa in my messy living room. The maids will have A LOT of work to do in the morning after YN's party. I took a big gulp from the bottle and felt the strong liquid going down inside me, burning my lungs. It was a pleasurable burn. I put the cigarette between my lips and lit it, inhaling its warm smoke deep inside my lungs. I placed the bottle on the coffee table for I didn't have the strength to hold it in my hands anymore. I don't know why but all of a sudden, I felt my body so weak... I felt so sad and useless...

I felt guilty.

What YN did tonight to my house because of her wild party and to my heart after she left me speechless, crying for her on the cold floor, hurt my soul beyond words. So women were all the same after all, weren't they? Especially when it came to me, YN liked to hurt me and see me suffer but yet I felt guilty for what I've done to her tonight...

Why did I have to love her so much? Why couldn't I have forgotten all about her after she left me like every other man would?? Why did I have to suffer so much? I had everything that a human being could possibly want yet I felt empty... why couldn't I have YN? If someone walked up to me and said 'Give me all the money you got and I'll make YN love you again' I'd agree without thinking about it twice.. anything to see her in my arms again... anything to see love in her eyes for me...

I had her tonight and even though I liked it there was a big hole inside of me now because I had to force her. It turned out I've become a rapist now...

She's probably crying in her room. Damn, I couldn't stand the thought of her crying! I had to do something.. maybe apologize? An apology won't erase the fact that I raped her but it's better than nothing. I got up from the sofa.

Your POV

I was laying in my bed, crying and trying to fall asleep. I couldn't stop thinking about Michael and us... what am I saying there was no more us! I broke up with him and probably hurt him but what could I have done? My grandparents forced me to do it... they said they'd put Michael in jail for being with a minor! I couldn't allow myself to be the root of trouble for him - broken career, jail and humiliation... all because of me, all because i was too selfish to let him go! No. I'd never allow this.

He handled me roughly tonight. He probably hated me for leaving him like that and I couldn't blame him.

I noticed the pillow has become wet from my tears which I wasn't even trying to wipe away anymore because they were unstoppable... like a river.

I was silently sobbing in my pillow, laying on the side when suddenly someone knocked twice gently on my door. I didn't answer.

I heard the door being opened but didn't care to turn around and see who it was. I honestly didn't care even if it was a murderer. At least they'll end my suffering. Murderers, you are welcome! Life was starting to become pointless without the love of my life.

I heard footsteps approaching my bed and from the sound i could tell it was not a murderer but Michael. I felt him sit on the edge of  my bed then after a few seconds he laid down and turned to the side. He was facing my back but didn't touch me. He smelt of whiskey and cigarettes, so I figured he must have been in the living room drinking and smoking. I didn't turn around nor said a word. I only secretly cleaned the tears from my cheeks. What did he want? He just stood there not saying or doing anything... After a few minutes he begun.

"You sleepin'?" he whispered with, this time, very gentle and sweet voice as if he was a different person and not the one who punished me not long ago.
"Uh-uh."
"You okay?"
"Mhm.." i didn't wanna talk because he was going to figure out i cried. My voice was probably shaky.
"I... I just came to see how you feelin'... since.. you know." i didn't say anything. After a long pause he said "I'm sorry." his voice was shaky. "I didn't wanna... hurt you. I know you probably hate me..." I so badly wanted to turn around and tell him how much i loved him but what then? He didn't love me back like before, he was just feeling guilty...

I didn't move an inch while I heard him sigh, turn around in bed and then everything went black.

I felt the light of the day even though my eyes were closed. I noticed then immediately that there was something heavy on my waist and warm against my body. I slowly opened my eyes to find Michael's hand resting on my waist, his long legs on top of mine and his head buried in my back. He was sleeping like a baby with mouth slightly opened, letting snoring noises through. I tried to get up but couldn't since my body was stuck beneath his heavy one.

"Michael, wake up!" I shook him a little with my body but it didn't work. He was sleeping really deeply and who could blame him, after all, he got drunk last night... "Wake up!"

Lisa's POV, one hour earlier

"Good morning, Bill!"
"Good morning, Miss Lisa, how are you?"
"Thanks, I'm good. I came to visit Michael... could you let me in?"
"Sure!" Bill opened the gates for me and I drove in. I stopped in front of the house and got off.

I couldn't wait to see Michael! I didn't call him before coming but why should I? I'm his girlfriend after all, I don't need a permission or invitation to visit my boyfriend's home!

I walked in the living room and my jaw dropped. What the hell has happened here? Was there a tornado last night in the city that I didn't notice?! Damn... I've never seen such a mess in my life!

However, I ignored it and went upstairs to look for Michael. He was probably sleeping so I knocked on his bedroom door.

No answer. I knocked again harder and called him but still no answer. I decided to just enter and look for him but didn't find him, he wasn't in his room. Where was that man? He was nowhere to be found downstairs, not in his room either... I decided to go to YN's room and ask her, maybe she knew.

I knocked on her room without an answer again. What was going on in this house? I opened the door and just before I got in, I stopped because the view before my eyes shocked me.

YN and Michael were sleeping on the bed with him on top of her, holding her like... like... like a... lover.

I just stood there in silence not believing my own eyes.

What was an old man doing in bed with his teenage niece, laying on top of her and hugging like a man would hug his wife??!!! If I didn't know them, I'd think they were lovers!

I silently closed the door and went downstairs in the kitchen, waiting for them to wake up.

What was that? What was going on between them? Were they... sss... sslll... sssleeping together?! I couldn't even think about it! Michael sleeping with her... Could they be lovers? YN's actually very attractive and Michael cares about her so much but seeing her with the eyes of a man and not uncle!? Was that possible?

I had to ask him about that. I had to know! Until then, the only thing I could do was keep an eye on those two and if he cheated on me with her, I swear, I'll report him to the authorities for having sex with a minor.