What Next?

"And she helps by letting you fuck her? What in the fuck have I been doing wrong?" Mike was getting less made and more just plain hurt and depressed.

"Mike I didn't fuck her. She tried to get me to. And that's when you came in. And... you've been gone all the time... I thought YOU were cheating on ME..."

Mike turned sharply, his face red with anger. He still didn't know how to control anger and hurt.
"WHAT! I was fucking in therapy so I could fucking be better for YOU! I was letting some stranger analyze me and act like I was a psycho for YOU!" Mike clenched his jaw and tried to keep the tears at bay.

"Y-you were at therapy? For me?" Zack asked incredulously. Therapy was the last thnig he would have guessed.

"Yeah damnit! I swore I would never have that because I dont fucking want some stranger looking at me like imma freak! But for you I went and look at where we are!" Mike wailed at his lover.

"Mike, wh-why didn't you tell me?" Zack asked, eyes still wide.

"Well fuck, I don't want you thinking im some crazy idiot who needs therapy! I don't want you to think that about me but what the hell else do I do! She was fucking kissing you! You are MINE and she was all over you!"

"I don't think you're crazy Mike. I understand. I would have done the same thing." Zack was calm on the outside but so many emotions were running through the inside.

"Whatever."
Mike made sure he didn't have anymore belongings in the room.

"Mike please...." Zack would lose it if Mike left him. Mike was his everything...

"Zack, why the fuck not! You would probably have let that little bitch fuck you instead of waiting for your psycho lover to come home."

"Mike no I wouldn't! I threw her off the second she kissed me I swear!" Zack pleaded.

Mike threw his suit case against the wall. It hit the wall hand and cracked it before falling to the floor.
"God damnit, I warned that bitch!"

Zack stayed silent. Mike did warn her. But Zack didn't want to say something and have Mike misinterpret it. So he did not speak.

"FUCK!" Mike punched the wall as hard as he could. It bounced off the wall with a stomach churning 'smack'.

Zack gasped, immediately taking Mike's hand in his own and examining it.

Mike jerked his broken hand away.
"Don't."
He had been touching Rosa.

Zack snatched his hand back. His eyes stung. They were back to this. Back to the no touching at all stage...

Mike shook his head and laid down on his bed. He was not talking, he didn't wanna be touched and he didn't feel like being fucked with.

Zack walked away.
Shower time. He needed to go think about shit. And plus no one could see him cry in there.

Mike stared at his hand. Already turning colors and you could clearly see it was broken by the way the bone stuck out oddly.

Zack got a quick shower but he made sure to wash himself well, getting off all of the evidence that rosa had ever touched him.

Mike was trying to fix his hand, his jaw was set as he tried to align the bones.

"You alright?" Zack said softly as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"Just fuckin' dandy thanks." Mike snapped as he hurt his hand worse. He didn't wanna go to the hospital.