Captivated (The Sequel To 'Hostage'), chapter 8
"MICHELLE!" Mike called from down the street.
"Let me guess... HE'S back," JOS sighed, sounding completely practical.
"Let me handle this," Michelle told him, turning to face Mike and walking a few steps closer to him.
"Michelle, come on. Just come here!" Mike cried, from a couple of metres away from where Michelle was standing.
She stayed silent, just glaring at him blankly.
"You can't just keep running away from your problems!" He continued.
"When she's with me she can," JOS said from behind Michelle.
"But she's NOT with you!!" Mike exclaimed.
"Well I'm not with you either!" Michelle snapped.
Mike stared at her, fuming rage in his eyes. Through his gritted teeth he let out the words, "Come with me."
He grabbed Michelle's arm and pulled her away.
JOS glared in their direction as Michelle was pulled way.
"Separated again," He muttered under his voice.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mike cried onto her.
"What?! I can hang around with the JOS if I want to!" Michelle screamed.
"Do you know how dangerous that guy is?!" He told her loudly.
"You're the fucking one who created him!" She reminded him.
"I don't CARE who created him! I care about who goes NEAR him!" He stormed, turning away from her to face a semi-broken down brick wall, "And I DO care if YOU go near him!"
"No you don't! You doing give a fuck about what happens to me! You let this... thing you created sexually abuse me... TWICE!" Michelle recalled, "I bet you fucking enjoyed watching me being tortured and tormented by him!"
Mike paused. He clenched his fists tight, before whirling around and hitting Michelle hard on the shoulder. His hand hit her with such force, that she fell up against another one of those crumpling brick walls.
Mike cupped his hand over his mouth as Michelle slid to the floor. At first he thought she was unconscious, but then he heard and saw Michelle shaking with gigantic sobs.
"Michelle I... " He gasped.
Michelle didn't say a word to him- she was still crying, still in shock. Mike had never hit her like that before.
Soon she got to her feet again.
"Come on Mike, do it again. You know you want to. I know you want to," She hissed.
"I didn't... " He started.
"FINE THEN! I'll do it myself!" She then screamed, throwing herself up against the wall.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Mike could stand no more. He reached out and grabbed hold of Michelle, and pulled her close. She tried to get away, but he wouldn't let her.
"What happened to the couple we used to be? Making out on the bed n' stuff. Where's it all gone?" He thought to himself.
"I'm sorry," Michelle whispered under her breath into his ear.
"It's alright," Mike said back to her.
But everything was far from alright.
"Ahem," Someone coughed from the other side of the crumpling house- it was the JOS, with a couple of police officers around him, "I saw what you did."
"What?" Michelle asked.
"Mike. I saw what you did to Michelle. You hit her. And that isn't right," He continued.
"Everything's okay now, JOS," Mike assured him.
"No, it isn't. Assaulting one's girlfriend is a serious offence to the law," One of the police officers said, stepping forward.
"I'm warning you, leave us alone," Michelle warned sternly.
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Another police officer told her.
"Seriously, go away," Michelle continued.
"No," One of the officers insisted.
"JUST FUCK OFF!!!" Michelle finally cried, slapping one of the officers across the face. She paused, and gasped, before heading for the road.
The police officer followed her.
Michelle ran down the street, her heart racing in her chest. Soon the police officer caught her, and tackled her to the ground. She fell flat on her face on the hard, concrete footpath with jagged rocks sticking out from it.
"Get off of her!" Mike called, from not too far behind.
"No one speaks to a member of the law like that!" The other officer defended.
"Yeah, no one. Except me!" Mike cried, pushing the officer to the ground.
"Let me guess... HE'S back," JOS sighed, sounding completely practical.
"Let me handle this," Michelle told him, turning to face Mike and walking a few steps closer to him.
"Michelle, come on. Just come here!" Mike cried, from a couple of metres away from where Michelle was standing.
She stayed silent, just glaring at him blankly.
"You can't just keep running away from your problems!" He continued.
"When she's with me she can," JOS said from behind Michelle.
"But she's NOT with you!!" Mike exclaimed.
"Well I'm not with you either!" Michelle snapped.
Mike stared at her, fuming rage in his eyes. Through his gritted teeth he let out the words, "Come with me."
He grabbed Michelle's arm and pulled her away.
JOS glared in their direction as Michelle was pulled way.
"Separated again," He muttered under his voice.
"What do you think you're doing?" Mike cried onto her.
"What?! I can hang around with the JOS if I want to!" Michelle screamed.
"Do you know how dangerous that guy is?!" He told her loudly.
"You're the fucking one who created him!" She reminded him.
"I don't CARE who created him! I care about who goes NEAR him!" He stormed, turning away from her to face a semi-broken down brick wall, "And I DO care if YOU go near him!"
"No you don't! You doing give a fuck about what happens to me! You let this... thing you created sexually abuse me... TWICE!" Michelle recalled, "I bet you fucking enjoyed watching me being tortured and tormented by him!"
Mike paused. He clenched his fists tight, before whirling around and hitting Michelle hard on the shoulder. His hand hit her with such force, that she fell up against another one of those crumpling brick walls.
Mike cupped his hand over his mouth as Michelle slid to the floor. At first he thought she was unconscious, but then he heard and saw Michelle shaking with gigantic sobs.
"Michelle I... " He gasped.
Michelle didn't say a word to him- she was still crying, still in shock. Mike had never hit her like that before.
Soon she got to her feet again.
"Come on Mike, do it again. You know you want to. I know you want to," She hissed.
"I didn't... " He started.
"FINE THEN! I'll do it myself!" She then screamed, throwing herself up against the wall.
Again.
And again.
And again.
Mike could stand no more. He reached out and grabbed hold of Michelle, and pulled her close. She tried to get away, but he wouldn't let her.
"What happened to the couple we used to be? Making out on the bed n' stuff. Where's it all gone?" He thought to himself.
"I'm sorry," Michelle whispered under her breath into his ear.
"It's alright," Mike said back to her.
But everything was far from alright.
"Ahem," Someone coughed from the other side of the crumpling house- it was the JOS, with a couple of police officers around him, "I saw what you did."
"What?" Michelle asked.
"Mike. I saw what you did to Michelle. You hit her. And that isn't right," He continued.
"Everything's okay now, JOS," Mike assured him.
"No, it isn't. Assaulting one's girlfriend is a serious offence to the law," One of the police officers said, stepping forward.
"I'm warning you, leave us alone," Michelle warned sternly.
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Another police officer told her.
"Seriously, go away," Michelle continued.
"No," One of the officers insisted.
"JUST FUCK OFF!!!" Michelle finally cried, slapping one of the officers across the face. She paused, and gasped, before heading for the road.
The police officer followed her.
Michelle ran down the street, her heart racing in her chest. Soon the police officer caught her, and tackled her to the ground. She fell flat on her face on the hard, concrete footpath with jagged rocks sticking out from it.
"Get off of her!" Mike called, from not too far behind.
"No one speaks to a member of the law like that!" The other officer defended.
"Yeah, no one. Except me!" Mike cried, pushing the officer to the ground.
