43. Chapter 42
I knock,softly, on Michael's door. "Go away." He tells me. "Mikey,please come out here." "No." "It's been a week,you need to come out here other than at night." I answer. "Why?" "Michael,you can't hide from this forever." "You don't know how this feels. To lose someone you loved. Maybe even too much." "Michael,can I at least come in and talk?" I ask. He opens the door and I walk in. He closes the door and locks it behind him. "Michael,I do know how it feels. I lost my mom and my older sister. And now her. She was my best friend. Of course I loved her." He sits on his bed. I sit beside him. "I don't want to lose anyone." "You can't stop that from happening. But,you know,if you leave this room and not just sit in it all the time,you could protect people." He smiles.
Ashton smiles at me. I smile back. "How'd you get Michael out of his room?" He whispers. "He told me he didn't want to lose anyone. I said that if he doesn't sit in his room,he could protect people." I mumble. Ash nods. Michael comes from the study. "Hey,I'm glad you decided to come out of your room." Ashton says. "Okay." Michael replies. "What were you doing in there,anyway?" I ask,pointing to the study. "Nothing." He says and goes upstairs. Ashton and I look at each other and went into the study. "Nothing unusual." Ashton says. I look behind a chair and nod. "Yeah,everything's fine." We go to my room and it's trashed. "What?" Ashton asks,looking at the mess. "Jay couldn't have done this,my door was closed." Ashton nods. I put a finger to my lips and walk quietly to my balcony door. I open it and no one is there. I sigh. "Who would've done this?" Ashton asks. I pick up some papers and one has Michael's name spelled out on it. I narrow my eyes. I hold it up for Ashton to see. "I think we just found out."
"Michael,you can't do that!" I say. Ashton had left earlier and it's just me and Michael. "Why not?" "Michael,what's wrong with you? Why would you do that?" "Because." "That's not a good enough answer!" "Yeah it is!" "Michael,you don't just go into my room and destroy it!" "I do what I want! I'm punk rock!" He yells and slams the front door after he grabs his keys. His car starts and drives away. "I do what I want. I'm punk rock." I say,mockingly.
"Hey,have you seen Michael?" I ask Mom,who's sitting at the dining table on her laptop. "No. Why?" "He trashed my room and we yelled at each other and he left." "Why would he trash your room?" "I'm not sure." "I'll call him." I nod and play with Jay in the great room. Mom calls Michael and persuades him to come home. He comes in and apologizes. I hug him. "It's okay."