Just A Kiss (Part 3), By: Morgan:) [list of e readers txt] 📗

him dance like this.
He lifted his hands above his head and I leaned against him. We grinded. We dance until my feet felt like they were going to fall off. He suggested that we should leave. I took my shoes off and got on his back. He carried me to our car. He sat me down on the hood. I was wasted. I’ve never gotten this drunk before. Never. He kissed me. I couldn’t even see straight. James only had one drink so he could drive home. Sadly, he was the responsible one tonight. He put me into the car and we headed home. I sobered up a little bit on the ride there. James stopped at Subway and got my a Sub to help.
When we got home I checked Michelle’s room. She wasn’t there. Her bed wasn’t made and her phone wasn’t here either.
“Damn it! James, get back in the car!” I shouted to James from upstairs.
“Why?” He yelled back.
“Because Michelle isn’t here!” I said while coming down the stairs.
“Babe, I’m sure she’s fine.” He assured me but that wasn’t enough.
“No, we have to find her.” I told him.
“Why?” He asked.
“Why? Because she’s been there to help me through everything. Running away, the pregnancy, taking care of Caleb. She was there to help me through it all. Now I have to be there for her.” I made clear. He grabbed his keys off the counter and threw them at me.
“Wait. Maybe I should drive.” He offered.
“Get in!” I told him and started up the car. I spun out of the drive way and headed to the bar because I just had a feeling. A gut feeling that she was there.
“Slow down.” James said while putting on his seat belt. I didn’t let up on the gas at all. When I pulled into the bar I hopped out of the car and ran inside. I found Michelle with her head down and a beer in her hand. I walked up to her and took the beer. She lifted her head. I could see she was crying. I sat down on the seat next to her.
“I’m pregnant.” She mumbled.
“What?” I asked surprised.
“I’m pregnant.” She cried.
“What? How? Who!” I demanded. Then I remembered Butch.
“Butch.” She cried even harder.
“Damn it, Michelle!” I scolded her. James walked inside and stood behind me. He took a seat.
“Give me a beer.” He said. The bartender slid him one.
“What am I going to do?” She cried. I hugged her. Butch came in through the door.
“Where the hell have you been?!?” He screamed at her.
“Go away!” She cried.
“Get your skanky ass over here!” He screamed at her. Michelle was going to stand up but I stopped her.
“Don’t.” I warned her.
“Excuse me!” He yelled at me. He belly shook as he yelled.
“Go away, Butch!” Michelle yelled back.
“What makes you think you can talk to me like that?” He yelled. I grabbed Michelle’s arm and walked towards the door. “Don’t you walk away from me!” He screamed and then pushed her. She tumbled down the flight of stairs.
“Michelle!” I screamed. There laid her limp body at the bottom. She was unconscious. James stood up and faced Butch. Butch was almost one foot taller than him and he was about three times the side of James.
“Thats not how you treat a lady.” James said and then punched him in the face. Butch fell flat. I rushed to Michelle.
“Call 911!” I screamed. The bartender called while James helped me. It was just minutes later when we heard sirens. I didn’t touch her because I didn’t know if anything was broken. The side of her head was bleeding. The paramedics showed up.
“Please move.” They told to James and I. We stepped out of there way. They put something around her neck. They kept her body totally straight. They put her into the ambulance. I got in with them. James drove the car to the hospital. I looked out the back windows as I watched James speed up with it. They took her out in the back of the emergency room. I followed behind them. They rushed her into a room. They put her in a bed. They asked me to wait in the waiting room until they were done. James ran into the hospital and sat with me.
“What’d they say?” He asked out of breath.
“I don’t know. They told me to wait our here.” I cried.
“It will be okay.” James said.
“Why do you always say that when you have no idea if it will really be okay?” I asked him.
“Because, its the best thing you can hope for.” He answered. That was a really good answer. We waited about twenty minutes for the doctor to come out. Let me tell you that was the longest twenty minutes of my life.
When he came out he looked just as tired as we were. It was three a.m and I still had my red dress on. The doctor could tell we’ve had a rough, hard night.
“Is she okay?” I asked immediately.
“Are you her family?” He asked.
“We are the closet thing she had.” James replied. The doctor nodded.
“Sit down.” He said directly.

THE END! (haha just kidding! Read the fourth book and see wether Michelle wakes up or wether she dies!!!!)
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Text: Morgan
Publication Date: 02-13-2012

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