What Next?

"Zack....You promised....Don't you hurt him, I swear to God if you hurt him Zack..." Maryse swallowed. "At least hear him out."
She hugged Mike and kissed his cheek. "Je t'aime Mikey."((I love ya Mikey)) She whispered softly.

"Yes, yes move along." Whore. He wanted to add. HE shoved her and Rosa out and closed the door. He'd heard that.
"So, since when do you hit girls? Especially my friends?" He asked.

Mike didnt answer, he just looked down as the tears fell. He farther was right, he was nothing but chicken shit. Mike tried to wipe the tears but they wouldnt stop.
"S-Since your friends came into my room and th-threatened to t-take you a-away..."
He was not proud of himself but he did not regret it.

Zack paused.
"And what would you have done if I hit Maryse?"

"D-Depends why you h-hit her. I r-really wouldn't care but she is a g-girl and im not proud of what I-I did but I asked her more then f-five times to stop and leave me a-alone but she wouldnt." Mike sobbed. He was upset, when he got out of here...he swore he would not cry any more.

"Mike, Maryse did the exact same thing to me with you. It pissed me off but if I hit her you know you would have been mad at me."

"D-Did she get in your face and t-tell you how fucked up you were and how s-she was going to take me b-because you were fucked u-up? D-Dis she do it a-after you asked her to l-leave you alone because you didn't f-feel good? D-Did she fuck when you wh-while you were sick and a-alone!?"

"Mike," Zack sighed. "That still ain't fair. Rosa might say shit, but she didn't do anything about it. She didn't kiss me. She didn't try to get me to come to her room. She doesn't touch me."

"FUCKTHAT!" Mike screamed, Maryse hadn't touched him since he was brought in except to hug him because he was so fucking shaken up.
"You can g-get the f-fuck out t-to!" Mike cried. "I-Im sure R-Rosa would be h-happy to let you st-stay with her!"

"Mike..." Zack sighed as he leaned against the door frame.

Mike just glared at and shook his head.
"G-Go Zack."
It was getting harder to breath, his chest hurt and hid fever raged. He was crying so hard he was making himself sicker.

"No." Zack said simply. He wasn't going anywhere.

Mike growled in frustration. Since when did his bitch start telling him no?
"Im fucking ordering you, to get the hell out!"

"Pick one. Either you keep giving me orders or I'm your lover." Zack sighed.

"Just get out Zack. Im not proud of hitting but as sure as HELL don't regret it. Im sick, I dont feel good. I am not going to sit here while you look at my like that!"

"I'm just a bit frustrated Mike. I still love you, I'm not even that upset with you. I'm hurt. So calm down."

"No damnit! She fucking deserved it! If it bothers you so fucking much, go take care of her! But is she comes back in here ill fucking kill the bitch!"
No he wouldn't
but he would try.

Zack shook his head.
"I'll be back later. When you're calm."

Mike laid down and covered back up. Soon the doctor came in, he was alarmed at how high Mike's blood pressure was.

Zack didn't really leave. He just sat in the waiting room alone. HE couldn't be mad at Mike, he just... ugh. Why was he not allowed to hit Maryse but Mike was allowed to hit Rosa? Speaking of Rosa, she was walking towards him. He groaned. Not the time.

Maryse leaned against the wall before picking up her phone and calling Mike just for the hell of it.

"What Rosa?" Zack snapped.
She stared at him wide-eyed.
"He HIT me and you're still on his side?" She said incredulously.
"Why were you here in the first place?"
"I came to tell him if he didn't treat you well I'd take you back. Cause I will."
"No you will not. Because I don't give a damn what he does to me, I'm not leaving him. What part of I love him do you not understand?"
"The HIM part! How can you love HIM!? He is a sadistic, twisted, asshole!" Zack was getting progressively more angry. Rosa really needed to shut up.
"I'm so much better than him and I'm waiting for you!"
He rared back and slapped her.
"He is MY sadistic, twisted asshole." He snarled and walked off, leaving her there, shocked.

Maryse watched with a small smile. Yes, Mike was his and she didn't mind anymore. He would take care of him. She had only called to see if he was crying and yes he was, and he was swearing up and down about it too. But she trusted Zack to make it better.

Zack was on his way back to Mike's room. He sat down beside the bed silently.

Mike was trying to sleep but sadly he was still awake, he simply ignored him. He tried to anyways.