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omniscient
a few weeks later
grabbing her groceries from her trunk, monica stood up hearing a clicking noise. turning towards the noise she eyed michael who was holding a gun, rolling her eyes she heard him sniffling. "i-i've seen you around with that punk ass white boy mo". he gritted wiping his teary face,
it was around 11 at night meaning nobody was outside to witness him acting a fool towards his wife. "michael". monica spoke weakly, "be quiet and let's go inside". he suggested, "get that damn gun out my face first". he shook his head stepping closer, 
with his free hand he reached over into her back pocket grabbing her keys. "give 'em to me". he said gesturing to the groceries, sighing she handing them to him before walking behind him towards the house.
unlocking it michael kicked his shoes off, sniffling he went towards the kitchen as monica pressed her fingers against her skull in annoyance, 
her headache from earlier feeling worser taking her shoes off she slowly walked over towards the couch unable to make it upstairs to her bedroom, covering her nose with her elbow she sneezed into it.
taking her hair tie out she ran her fingers through her hair as michael came out the kitchen. taking a seat beside her he placed the gun beside him as he eyed monica who wasn't paying him any attention with angered him. gripping her sides he placed her onto his lap,
"michael what are you doing here?". she softly asked as he frowned, "watcha mean mo? i live here". he said raising an eyebrow, 
pointing his gun into her forehead he stared at her as she rolled her eyes. "you would never kill me baby, maybe beat my ass for your enjoyment but not kill me". she whispered as he screamed in frustration.
lowering his gun which was on safety he grabbed monica's face bringing it closer to his, "michael quit it i'm sick and don't feel good". she whined as he laughed softly. "baby i just want to give you a kiss". she waved him off, "why are you here? you don't live her matter of fact you could care less when you had me staying up worrying about you". she softly said,
michael stared at her in guilt, "baby i'm so sorry i never apologized about everything and i know you hate me but i'm going to get better". he softly said as she glanced over his face.
reaching over she touched a dark red mark on his face, "who hit you?". she asked leaning against his body, michael dropped the gun to his lap before rubbing his hands against her sides. "i-um got into a fight with some niggas it's alright they got taken care of". she sighed sadly,
grabbing his gun monica held it towards him, "i should kill you". she mumbled as he smiled leaning his head against the barrel. "do it then baby". he encouraged as she placed it onto her coffee table,
taking her by surprise michael wrapped his hand around her neck squeezing tightly before laying monica on her back. 
gazing into his dark eyes he lowered his face towards hers shoving his tongue in her mouth, kissing him back his grip on her neck loosened.
tears ran down the sides of monica's eyes as her body betrayed her, michael hands caressed monica's soft skin as he placed lingering kisses onto her body, a moan unexpectedly passed her lips making her eyes snap open, "m-michael no stop". she choked out as the lump in her throat worsened.
reaching her she placed her hands on his chest pushing him back gently, michael sat up gazing at her. "what's wrong?". he asked reaching down to wipe her tears. "i-i can't". she whimpered sitting up, her heart was pounding. "michael you need to leave". she whispered pushing away from him,
michael's nose flared as monica slowly stood up, stepping forward she almost fell if not for michael's quick reflexes, "you have any medicine baby?". he asked as she blinked harder her vision going in and out, picking her up bridal style michael carried her upstairs towards the bedroom they once shared.
laying her down monica's body felt hot as she attempted to breathe, "michael". she whispered, her heart began beating rapidly in her chest, looking around she slowly sat up trying to catch her breath,
"i can't breathe! michael help me". she cried in a panic, michael dropped the medicine bottle running over to monica who was pale and sweating badly, "what's hurting baby!?". he asked wiping her face, "my c-chest i can't breath it's hard". she choked out, wrapping his arms around her he picked her, running down the stairs monica's body went limp in his hold.
>>>
jack placed his earpiece inside his ear, his manager chris handed him a microphone. "ayeee jack wait man!". druski shouted, looking over his shoulder jack stopped eyeing his best friend who was out of breath, "whats up with you man?". jack asked raising an eyebrow, "monica's in the hospital". he said as jack eyes widened in surprise, jack snatched his earpiece out walking towards his best friend, "hey wait! where are you going?! you have to perform!". his manager shouted,
"i have to go". he said as chris shook his head, "jack have you lost your mind!? you have to think about your career first! that woman isn't helping you pay bills or helping you". chris gritted as jack handed his microphone to a random worker,
"i'm sorry chris but i have to go! something is wrong with my girl". chris sighed running a hand through his hair, "jack don't you dare walk off this stage". he threatened as jack ignored him, grabbing his iphone from his back pocket he called his assistant to get him the next plane out to georgia, "jack i swear to god if you leave this concert for some random black bitch!". chris shouted as jack nose flared, 
flicking his manager off druski placed a hand onto jack's chest, "let's just go! don't fight that man he's just trying to get under your skin". jack nodded,
chris angrily walked off as jack nervously went to the elevator, "w-what if she isn't okay!?". he said as druski glanced over at his brother, "she is i promise you that! because real thugs don't cry". druski said making the two bust out laughing.