June's point of view

"Another source said that Wacko's girlfirend is in the hospital right now. What happened to her? Mystery. But my little bird tells me there is something to do with these past events... Guilty much, June?" The reporter declared.

I can't believe this.

This can't be true. Why would they do this to me? Both of them. Anna has been my best friend for years, and Michael promised  me he would never cheat on me just like Joseph did to his mother. I can't believe him. I put all my trust in him, I really trusted him and he just betrayed me... Just like my best friend. Fuck it! Why? Why my life has to be so complicated?

"June, let me explain," Michael pleaded with a shaky voice. "It's really doesn't look as bad as it seems--"

"What?!" I shouted. "What the hell is that, Michael?" I shouted again.

"Babe, calm down, please..."

"Calm down?" I chuckled angrily. "You want me to CALM DOWN?" I paused, and sat on the hospital bed. "See, I can yell at you, too! How does it feel Michael, huh? Does it feel as good as hugging my best friend?"

"Lemme explain!"

"Explain? Did you let me explain my situation before you yell at me earlier? Oh no you didn't." I chuckled angrily once again. "So now, was that good? Huh? Was that good to have my best friend's hands on your butt? Was it good to be in another woman's arms? Oh don't answer, Michael. It looks like you enjoyed it! Look how you hug her back with your arms around her! Ain't it cute?!" I yelled, pointing at the TV screen. My whole body was shaking.

"She forced me!" He mocked my excuse. Is he serious right now?

"Don't tell me you really said that." I asked, standing up from the bed. My head's spinning and my wrist's aching but I don't care.

"What if I did?" He challenged me. I looked at him in disbelief and gave him a disgusting look. I don't recognize the man I fell in love with. Why is he acting like this? It's not my Michael. It's not the man I love.

"You disgust me," I hissed, shaking my head. "Get out."

"No, I'm not going anywhere," he refused once again.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." I enunciated through clenched teeths. I wiped the tears of my eyes, but soon they were already remplaced by some new ones.

"No," he said, sitting back in the chair.

"Get out of my room! Get out of my life! Get out!" I yelled at him, as tears continued to fall from my eyes.

"No! I'm staying here! We're not done!" He yelled back.

My room's door opened, and my mom came in, closing the door behind her, "Stop this! Stop yelling at each other!" My mom shouted, looking at us.

"I don't want him here, mom. Make him leave, please." I pleaded with tears in my eyes.

"Mich--" my mom began, but Michael interrupted her.

"With all your respect, Michelle, I'm not going anywhere."

"Fuck it, Michael! Move! Leave! Go!" I yelled again.

"Sweetie, calm down! Don't you see what's happening?" She asked me and Michael. "Can't you both see you were trapped?"

"What?" Michael asked, standing from his chair.

"What do you mean, mom?" I asked, regaining my calm.

"I saw what they said on the news. Isn't weird you both were caught the same day with Anna and Matt? Isn't weird they both tried the same day to do something to you, knowing you're together?" My mom asked, looking from me to Michael. "Sweetie," she began, walking up to me and sit me on the bed, "you told me Anna acted weird when she showed last night, that she even stared at Michael like she wanted to eat him alive, right?" I nodded in response. "Well, don't you think they orchestrated all of this to make you guys argue or break up?"

Michael looked at me, confused, and I have him the same look.

"Mom... I don't think they're this twisted."

"What?" Michael softly asked. Playing nice in front of my mom, you dumbass? "You told me Matt hurt you, and that he forced you to kiss him to show me you'll be his, isn't it this twisted for you?" Michael asked me, all traces of anger gone.

"He did what?!" My mom yelled, shocked.

"You heard him, mom." I mumbled, not looking at Michael. "He threatened me, he said I'll be his when Michael will be tired of me. Which should happen sooner than expected..." I said, whispering the last part.

"What did you say, honey? I didn't hear you" my mom gently asked me.

"She said I'm tired of her, which is completely false." Michael softly declared.

"Are you aware of how you yelled at me, Michael? There was only hate in your eyes!" I yelled again.

"I said I'm sorry!" He shouted back, throwing his hands up.

As I opened my mouth to answer back, my mom interrupted us once again by shouting a loud "Stop!"

"Guys, stop arguing now! Don't you notice this is what they want? Don't you think this is what they were aiming when they orchestrated all of this? Be stronger than this! You love each other, don't you?"

"Of course I love your daughter, Michelle. More than anything, that's why I yelled at her. I can't stand the thought of another man kissing her, or touching her."

"Do you think I can stand the fact that my best friend's touching your ass while you guys are hugging?" I asked.

"She claimed she came to apologize about how she behaved in my presence, and she asked me for a hug. She's a fan, June, and I hug my fans everyday."

"You shouldn't have. You're too nice, Michael. You have to learn how to say no. Just like you do with me." I snapped.

"June," my mom warned me, "stop this."

"Baby, I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I acted like a dick -excuse my language, Michelle. The anger talked, and I was mad at you because I warned you about this guy, but you didn't listen. And I was so mad because he kissed you. You're mine, and I dint want to share you. I love you, so much. I can't control anything when it comes to you. Baby, please look at me." He titled my chin with his index finger, and I laid eyes on him. He was crying, and my heart jumped at this sight. "I'm sorry I yelled at you, I'm sorry I caused you to have another panic attack, I'm sorry for not telling you sooner about Anna, but I didn't know when to tell you, or how... And then, you told me about what this bastard did to you. I felt so much emotion at the same time; fear, guilt, anger, love... Please forgive me, June. Please."

"Wait, wait..." My mom said, narrowing her eyes at Michael. "You caused her another panic attack while I was gone, Michael?"

"It's ok, mom. I'm fine. It was not that bad."

"Don't defend me, June." He stepped closer to my mother, and looked at the ground. "Yes, Michelle. June had another panic attack because I was stupidly yelling at her while she's told to rest and be calm." He looked up at her, sniffling tears back. "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me, I was just angry, and--"

"Stop," my mom stopped him. "You apologize enough. But I have to warn you, Michael. Don't cause any harm to my daughter, please, or you'll have to face the consequences." She winked at him to lighten the mood, and looked at me once again. "I think you two need to talk now. Stop yelling at each other, and think about what Nietzsche once said: 'What doesn't kill you makes you stronger'. I'll keep compagny to Mr Jones outside. You two work it out." She winked again, and left the room.

"Quincy's here?" I asked, after a little awkward silence.

"Yes, he took me here so I don't catch up too much attention," he explained.

"He's a good friend. I'd like to meet him," I shyly said, looking at the ground.

"June..." Michael sighed, rubbing the back of his neck with his eyes closed. "I really am sorr--" I cut him off by titlting his chin up, and stood on my tiptoes to give him a soft kiss on the lips.

"I get it, and I'm sorry too," I whispered on his lips and kissed him again. He pulled me closer to him by wrapping his arms tightly around my waist, like he didn't want to let me go. He deepened the kiss, and I felt a tear in falling from his eye on his cheek. I wiped it away as I broke the kiss.

"Do you still love me?" He asked, barely audible. 

"Even when I hate you, yes I do love you, Michael," I confessed.

"So you hate me right now?" He asked in the same tone, looking at the floor again.

"No. But I hated you when you yelled at me. But I forgive you, because I love you, Michael."

"You're calling me Michael, you're still mad," he said, making eye contact with me.

"I love you, Mikey. Is that better?"

"Yeah, much better," he slightly smiled, and pulled me in another hug. "And I love you, baby girl. Very much."

That's what I live for, or should I say, that's who I live for.