What Next?

Rosa gasped and whimpered but she refused to let go.
Zack had seen this and he was shocked to say the least. He laughed bitterly as he walked over to them. Mike didn't hit girls. Yeah right. He wouldn't hit fucking Maryse.
"What's going on?" He asked as he roughly grabbed Rosa from Mike's back.

Mike snapped his eyes over to him.
"You told her what I ordered you not to, you sent her to beat Maryse up, you want to go off with her? Fine, have your shit packed by the time I get home."
Mike stormed off, trying to ignore the foreign pain in his chest and stomach.

Zack's heart ached as Mike walked away. Had he just been dumped? He sighed. You couldn't be dumped if he wasnt officially your boyfriend...
"What the fuck did you do?" When Zack's eyes met Rosa's they were filled with tears and anger just like she knew they would be.

Mike was speeding up, he was scaring himself, what in the fuck were these feelings? His heart just fucking ached his stomach churned....
Mike let out a startled gasp as he felt something wet and warm slide down his cheek.
No.
There was no way in hell that was a tear.
He wasn't crying.
He didn't cry.
But he was.

"Zacky..." She reached out a hand and placed it on his shoulder.
"Look, do not touch me. I don't want to yell at you Rosa. But if you don't get out of my face I will." He said sternly. She pulled her hand back.
"I'm so sorry Zack..."
"Save it." He walked back up to their-scratch that MIKE'S room.

Mike sat down somewhere on the street, it was freezing out, in the teens actually, all he knew was that it was cold enough to turn his warm salty tears cold, but it didn't match the ice coating his heart.

After a few minutes, Zack was out of tears. He packed his things and sat on the bed, waiting for his Mast- for Mike...

Mike never did come back, he just sat out there in the freezing cold, scolding himself for letting Zack get under his skin, for letting Zack make him cry.

Zack held his knees to his chest as he found more tears. He cried and cried...and cried. The voice in his head told him he deserved better. He shouldn't be someones bitch he should be their lover. But, everytime he started to believe it a tiny voice piped in. It sounded strangely like a certain blonde, french whore. "You can't get any better. You're lucky even he will have you..." And then finally, what he wanted. WHat he really felt. He wanted Mike. He wanted Mike no matter what. If he was his lover, his bitch his whatever. Mike could do anything to him and it would not matter. Zack would still want him just the same. Would do anything to feel his touch, his kiss, to hear him speak, to see him smile.

Mike let out a quiet sob, he had been out there for almost five hours, he was too cold to really move, his skin purple and his lips blue, he shivered and shook with sobs, His face raw where the salty tears fell and the cold froze them. He was curled up, his knee's to his chest as he cried into them. Years of pent up frustration and pain finally coming out. He cried for how shitty his life had been, he cried for how long it had taken him to get his belt, he cried because he was so twisted and he knew it, he cried because he had just lost the man, who he had let become more of a lover than a bitch, than a fuck toy, without even realizing it. He had just lost the only person he had started to love and it finally made him crack.

Rosa had not moved from her spot in the parking lot. She was freezing cold but she couldn't do this. She sighed and got in her car. She drove around, searching for Mike.

Mike had not moved an inch and by now, he didn't think he could, he was frozen in place.

She almost drove right past Mike when she found him. She thought it was him but no, Mike would not be crying like that. But she realized it was him. She stepped out and walked over to him, silently standing there.

Mike looked up, a weak growl escaping him before he put his head back down.
"L-Lemme lone....."

"Mike... why are you crying?" She asked softly.

"G-Go away!" He sobbed, a hand covering his mouth, he would not fucking cry in front of this wore....But he did, he couldn't help the tears that fell from his eyes.
"F-Fuck you, you took Zack away, y-you want him so bad f-fucking go get him!"
Mike was in no mood to be fucked with.

"Mike..." Mike was crying because of Zack... she wanted to smile. But she'd never seen Mike so broken. "I don't want him. Sure, I have a little crush but he wants you and I respect that so I won't try anything. YOU obviously want him too so go get him."

"F-FUCK YOU!" Mike wailed at her as he cried harder, it only frustrated him for her to be around with him crying like this.
"G-GET AWAY FROM ME!"

"Fine. I'm calling Zack." She dialed Zack's number which she had on speed dial and put it on speaker phone.
"What the fuck do you want Rosa?" He sighed, hicupping. You could tell he was crying. She held the phone to Mike, whose sobs rang in Zack's ears.
"Your Master is crying." She sighed.

Mike almost chocked on a sob as he heard his .......exlovers voice.
"Go away d-damnit you b-bitch!" Mike wailed at her.

"M-Mike, why are you crying?" Zack asked softly. He couldn't believe it. That was Mike's voice... but Mike would never wail like that.

Mike let out a frustrated scream and slapped the phone away from him.
"I fucking told you to go a-a-away!"

"And I didn't listen." Rosa shrugged and held the phone back up to him.
"Mike..." Zack frowned.

Mike was to worn out to fight her, he finally said something he had not said in so many years.
"P-Please...." He whimpered quietly, hating himself for being so damn weak.

Zack covered his mouth to stifle the gasp.
"Rose... put the phone away. But hold on a sec. Mike, will you please come over to ou- your room so we can talk?"