Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Together ❯ Ending the torture ( Chapter 5 )

She went back to her room. Rage still flowing through her veins. Had she made the wrong decision by coming here? She wanted to get out of Asia, that's a fact. But know she was thinking about how stupid she was for taking the first chance out of there without reconsidering. Maybe it just seemed bad because this was her first day here; maybe, it would get better after a week or so. She just needed to get used to it all, yes, that was it. She just needed some time to adapt.

But a week turned to two, two weeks turned into a month and a month turned into a year. And it was getting worse every time. Rules, regulations, she was sick of it. She even had to check her schedule to see if she could pee. She couldn't stand it anymore. The only thing keeping her here was Michael. Every time she was about to leave he begged her to stay. And every time she did it, it started nagging at her. She started to get less cheerful. She stopped talking as much. Even her blading skills started suffering. Paris couldn't take it anymore; she had to get out of there.

"C'mon, Paris, baby doll, don't leave now, you'll get used to it, I promise. It just takes time. Please, stay for a little longer. Please." "Michael, I've been here for a year and I still hate it, I don't think my opinion is going to change now." He hugged her and leaned his forehead against hers "look, Paris, sleep on it a night ok. If you still feel the same way about it, I'll even come with you. We'll start a new life. You and me." Paris' look saddened even more as she moved out of Michaels grip. There was also another reason she wanted to leave. Her relationship with Michael just didn't seem right. Every time she kissed or hugged him, she thought of Ray. She just couldn't forget about him. "No, you love this life to much, I don't want you to leave the spotlights that make you look good or the girls that faint every time you smile at them. I have to do this alone Michael. ""What do you mean, Paris?" Paris just wanted to close her eyes and cry, but she had to get this over with. She continued with the steadiest voice she could master at the moment. "It's over, Michael, I just can't live like this anymore" "look Paris, I'll repeat it. Sleep about it for a night ok. And tell me if u still feel that way tomorrow. I won't stop you then, ok? Oh, this was in the mail for you."

He placed the small package on the bedside table and he closed the door behind him. Inside his heart and mind he seriously wanted her to stay. He loved her a lot, and he didn't want her to leave out on him just like that. His soul wanted her to be happy again, but he ignored it, he couldn't let her go. He WOULDN'T. Every minute he started to get angrier at her. How could she. Dump him, the great Michael. He had girls lying at his feet. WHO DOES SHE THINK SHE IS? He promised himself that he would find bigger and better. -The damn tramp, probably cheated when she beat me to-

After Michael had left Paris turned to look out of the window. It was raining. - Matches my mood perfectly. - She had started to wonder yet again why she had left the peaceful little town. Because at the moment, she hungered for the peace and quiet of her town. This place was hell to her. Instead of being free, she was even more restricted than before. And it had been no secret that her mood had suffered under it.

She took out her bag and started packing her stuff. She would sleep on it for another night, like Michael had said. But she was very certain that it wouldn't change her mind. As she started to clear the bedside table, she noticed the package on the bedside table. "Hmm, let's see what's in here, and more important. Who sent this?" she knew that it couldn't have been one of her old team members. And she didn't know any one else. Maybe it's just a prank?