"What are you talking about?" Melissa asked confusion written all over her face as Michael ignore her and walks to the bed at the corner.

    "Come here"

  Melissa's eyes grow wide like they would pop out any moment soon. She moved back pressing herself against the door as she broke down, crying bitterly.

   "Michael this is not you doing this" she tried to convince him.

   "Do you think I am a psychic or what?" Michael lay with his back flat on the bed, both hands tucked below his head as he smile "You know I am not drunk".

    Melissa didn't bother answering, she just watches around the room if she...