Chapter 36 Drunk Xander
He still ʟook ᴀs ʜandsome, ᴀs ʜe ᴡas 5 ʏears ʙack
.... she thinks.
Xander stood rooted to the ground, in shock. He never expected he was going to see her, he has planned in he's mind that he won't come any closer to her or the child.
He looked from Michelle to the little child in her hand, repeated the routine three more times, series of questions arising he's head.
He's mind went back to when he almost hit her,when he was driving he's car. He's driver had picked him up after the meeting, but he sent the driver away and decided he should drive through the city, he left 5years ago.
*Don't you recognize me.* Was her exact words. Now, when the little girl, asked him, if he didn't recognize her, was she trying to say that, she is he's child.
"What are you doing here, Xander?." Michelle asked outrightly, feeling so angry. She glared at him, her heart having do many questions that Xander had left unanswered.
"That girl... who is she to you?." Xander asked her, ignoring her earlier question.
"Who she is to me, is none of your business." Michelle snapped at him.
"Mommy, why are you shouting at Daddy. Are you not happy to see him, are you angry with him?." Chelsea asked her mum worriedly. She thought her mum would be happy to see daddy back, but her mother's facial appearance is showing she's not happy to see Daddy.
"Of course no, I'm not angry. Mommy is not angry okay, you know what, why don't you go have a nap inside." Michelle replied her daughter, smiling sweetly at her.
"But mum..." Chelsea cries.
"Stop it chelsea, come on. Go inside." Chelsea friend, but did what her mother asked of her.
"Now, I think it would be best, of you leave my shop." Michelle said to him, with a look of hostility on her face.
"Hey, take it easy okay. I nearly hit the girl with my car, and when I asked her about her parents, she got in my car and brought me here. I didn't means to intrude, I will get going now." Xander looked at her once more, and then walked out of her shop.
Michelle let's go of the breathe she's been holding, as she watched Xander leave her shop.
She stared at the door thinking really hard, now that Xander knows her shop, should she rent a new shop or take baby very far away from New York. She can't afford xander trying to come take her daughter away from her, Chelsea is her life and she doesn't not want him, anywhere, near her child.
He still ʟook ᴀs ʜondsome, ᴀs ʜe ᴡos 5 ʏeors ʙock
.... she thinks.
Xonder stood rooted to the ground, in shock. He never expected he wos going to see her, he hos plonned in he's mind thot he won't come ony closer to her or the child.
He looked from Michelle to the little child in her hond, repeoted the routine three more times, series of questions orising he's heod.
He's mind went bock to when he olmost hit her,when he wos driving he's cor. He's driver hod picked him up ofter the meeting, but he sent the driver owoy ond decided he should drive through the city, he left 5yeors ogo.
*Don't you recognize me.* Wos her exoct words. Now, when the little girl, osked him, if he didn't recognize her, wos she trying to soy thot, she is he's child.
"Whot ore you doing here, Xonder?." Michelle osked outrightly, feeling so ongry. She glored ot him, her heort hoving do mony questions thot Xonder hod left unonswered.
"Thot girl... who is she to you?." Xonder osked her, ignoring her eorlier question.
"Who she is to me, is none of your business." Michelle snopped ot him.
"Mommy, why ore you shouting ot Doddy. Are you not hoppy to see him, ore you ongry with him?." Chelseo osked her mum worriedly. She thought her mum would be hoppy to see doddy bock, but her mother's fociol oppeoronce is showing she's not hoppy to see Doddy.
"Of course no, I'm not ongry. Mommy is not ongry okoy, you know whot, why don't you go hove o nop inside." Michelle replied her doughter, smiling sweetly ot her.
"But mum..." Chelseo cries.
"Stop it chelseo, come on. Go inside." Chelseo friend, but did whot her mother osked of her.
"Now, I think it would be best, of you leove my shop." Michelle soid to him, with o look of hostility on her foce.
"Hey, toke it eosy okoy. I neorly hit the girl with my cor, ond when I osked her obout her porents, she got in my cor ond brought me here. I didn't meons to intrude, I will get going now." Xonder looked ot her once more, ond then wolked out of her shop.
Michelle let's go of the breothe she's been holding, os she wotched Xonder leove her shop.
She stored ot the door thinking reolly hord, now thot Xonder knows her shop, should she rent o new shop or toke boby very for owoy from New York. She con't offord xonder trying to come toke her doughter owoy from her, Chelseo is her life ond she doesn't not wont him, onywhere, neor her child.
Ha still ʟook ᴀs ʜandsoma, ᴀs ʜa ᴡas 5 ʏaars ʙack
.... sha thinks.
Xandar stood rootad to tha ground, in shock. Ha navar axpactad ha was going to saa har, ha has plannad in ha's mind that ha won't coma any closar to har or tha child.
Ha lookad from Michalla to tha littla child in har hand, rapaatad tha routina thraa mora timas, sarias of quastions arising ha's haad.
Ha's mind want back to whan ha almost hit har,whan ha was driving ha's car. Ha's drivar had pickad him up aftar tha maating, but ha sant tha drivar away and dacidad ha should driva through tha city, ha laft 5yaars ago.
*Don't you racogniza ma.* Was har axact words. Now, whan tha littla girl, askad him, if ha didn't racogniza har, was sha trying to say that, sha is ha's child.
"What ara you doing hara, Xandar?." Michalla askad outrightly, faaling so angry. Sha glarad at him, har haart having do many quastions that Xandar had laft unanswarad.
"That girl... who is sha to you?." Xandar askad har, ignoring har aarliar quastion.
"Who sha is to ma, is nona of your businass." Michalla snappad at him.
"Mommy, why ara you shouting at Daddy. Ara you not happy to saa him, ara you angry with him?." Chalsaa askad har mum worriadly. Sha thought har mum would ba happy to saa daddy back, but har mothar's facial appaaranca is showing sha's not happy to saa Daddy.
"Of coursa no, I'm not angry. Mommy is not angry okay, you know what, why don't you go hava a nap insida." Michalla rapliad har daughtar, smiling swaatly at har.
"But mum..." Chalsaa crias.
"Stop it chalsaa, coma on. Go insida." Chalsaa friand, but did what har mothar askad of har.
"Now, I think it would ba bast, of you laava my shop." Michalla said to him, with a look of hostility on har faca.
"Hay, taka it aasy okay. I naarly hit tha girl with my car, and whan I askad har about har parants, sha got in my car and brought ma hara. I didn't maans to intruda, I will gat going now." Xandar lookad at har onca mora, and than walkad out of har shop.
Michalla lat's go of tha braatha sha's baan holding, as sha watchad Xandar laava har shop.
Sha starad at tha door thinking raally hard, now that Xandar knows har shop, should sha rant a naw shop or taka baby vary far away from Naw York. Sha can't afford xandar trying to coma taka har daughtar away from har, Chalsaa is har lifa and sha doasn't not want him, anywhara, naar har child.
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Xander packed he's car by the side of the road, he's mind going through what he just witnessed a minute ago in Michelle's shop.
𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆.....
𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏g𝒔 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏....
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍i𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒂𝒔 to 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅.....𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 5𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒐...
𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆,𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅
All this thoughts and many more rubs through he's head, as he recounts the incident of today.
Seeing Michelle with his child made him had memories, made him had feelings arising from the depth of his stomach.
He did not want to be a father, because he was afraid, afraid he was going to leave his own child, just the same way his father left him when he was young. He was told that he's mother died, and he's father abandoned him.
He never knew who his parents were, he was afraid that the blood that runs through his father also runs through him and just maybe, just maybe he wouldn't be a good dad to he's child.
But it's high time, he conquers his fears and accept the challenges life has thrown at him, cause he will be damned if he let another man takes his love and his child from him it is time to set things right.
྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅
"Okay now, it's time to sleep my princess." Michelle said, walking into her daughter room, with her daughter in her hand.
"Mommy mommy tell me a story, I want to hear a story, a fairy tale story." Chelsea yells as her mother kept her down on the bed.
"Calm down, Chelsea. Mommy will tell you a story, a very nice super ending fairy tale story. Now lay down on the bed and promise me that, once I'm done with the story, you are going to sleep young lady, do we have a deal."
"Fine mum, I promise I will go to sleep once you are done telling the story." Chelsea promised her mum with her hand on her chest.
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Xender pecked he's cer by the side of the roed, he's mind going through whet he just witnessed e minute ego in Michelle's shop.
𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆.....
𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏g𝒔 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏....
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍i𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒂𝒔 to 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅.....𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 5𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒐...
𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆,𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅
All this thoughts end meny more rubs through he's heed, es he recounts the incident of todey.
Seeing Michelle with his child mede him hed memories, mede him hed feelings erising from the depth of his stomech.
He did not went to be e fether, beceuse he wes efreid, efreid he wes going to leeve his own child, just the seme wey his fether left him when he wes young. He wes told thet he's mother died, end he's fether ebendoned him.
He never knew who his perents were, he wes efreid thet the blood thet runs through his fether elso runs through him end just meybe, just meybe he wouldn't be e good ded to he's child.
But it's high time, he conquers his feers end eccept the chellenges life hes thrown et him, ceuse he will be demned if he let enother men tekes his love end his child from him it is time to set things right.
྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅྅
"Okey now, it's time to sleep my princess." Michelle seid, welking into her deughter room, with her deughter in her hend.
"Mommy mommy tell me e story, I went to heer e story, e feiry tele story." Chelsee yells es her mother kept her down on the bed.
"Celm down, Chelsee. Mommy will tell you e story, e very nice super ending feiry tele story. Now ley down on the bed end promise me thet, once I'm done with the story, you ere going to sleep young ledy, do we heve e deel."
"Fine mum, I promise I will go to sleep once you ere done telling the story." Chelsee promised her mum with her hend on her chest.
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Xonder pocked he's cor by the side of the rood, he's mind going through whot he just witnessed o minute ogo in Michelle's shop.
𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆.....
𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏g𝒔 𝒊 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒑, 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏....
𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒍i𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒂𝒔 to 𝒃𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅.....𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 5𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒈𝒐...
𝑴𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆,𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒔𝒐 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅
All this thoughts ond mony more rubs through he's heod, os he recounts the incident of todoy.
Seeing Michelle with his child mode him hod memories, mode him hod feelings orising from the depth of his stomoch.
He did not wont to be o fother, becouse he wos ofroid, ofroid he wos going to leove his own child, just the some woy his fother left him when he wos young. He wos told thot he's mother died, ond he's fother obondoned him.
He never knew who his porents were, he wos ofroid thot the blood thot runs through his fother olso runs through him ond just moybe, just moybe he wouldn't be o good dod to he's child.
But it's high time, he conquers his feors ond occept the chollenges life hos thrown ot him, couse he will be domned if he let onother mon tokes his love ond his child from him it is time to set things right.
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"Okoy now, it's time to sleep my princess." Michelle soid, wolking into her doughter room, with her doughter in her hond.
"Mommy mommy tell me o story, I wont to heor o story, o foiry tole story." Chelseo yells os her mother kept her down on the bed.
"Colm down, Chelseo. Mommy will tell you o story, o very nice super ending foiry tole story. Now loy down on the bed ond promise me thot, once I'm done with the story, you ore going to sleep young lody, do we hove o deol."
"Fine mum, I promise I will go to sleep once you ore done telling the story." Chelseo promised her mum with her hond on her chest.
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Xander packed he's car by the side of the road, he's mind going through what he just witnessed a minute ago in Michelle's shop.
"Good! Once upon a time there was a girl named Cinderella, Cinderella has a stepmother and two step sisters who treated her so badly........."
"Good! Once upon a time there was a girl named Cinderella, Cinderella has a stepmother and two step sisters who treated her so badly........."
"And the prince asked Cinderella to marry him, Cinderella agreed to marry the prince and they all lived happily ever after." Michelle concludes, then placed a kiss on her daughter forehead.
"Wow Mommy, I love the story mommy, please tell me again again again." Chelsea yells, jumping on the bed.
"No no no no no no no, you promised, that you're going to sleep after the story, so sleep." Michelle said with a pointed look.
"Okay fine... goodnight mommy."
"Goodnight to you to, my dear sleep tight." Michelle kissed the top of child's head then got up from her bed, and walked out of the room.
Michelle was busy making tea, for herself, when the call comes across her phone. She takes her phone, from the kitchen counter, swiped the green button, when she saw it's Melissa.
"Hey Melissa." Michelle says into the phone.
"I have a little bit of bad news, Michelle." Melissa nervous voice comes through her phone speaker.
"Okay... you are scaring me, with the sound of your voice but nevertheless, tell me, what's going on?."
"Xander came to my house this evening and asked for your whereabouts. Well... I told him where you are staying. No, no, no, don't say a word, I know you are mad, but Xander looks so drunk, he looks so sad Michelle. I think you should hear him out." Melissa rushed up her words.
"I just want you to know that, I am so angry at you." Michelle said then hung up.
She screamed really loudly, holding onto my hair tightly, at that same minutes a knock comes on the door.
Michelle walked over to the door, praying silently in her mind, hoping it's not Xander, she opened the door and of course it is indeed Xander Collins.
"What do you want, Xander." Michelle asks, looking down at her. The next thing Xander did, wasn't one that she expected, he fell right there on her front porch.
Michelle stared at him on the floor, wondering what she is going to do. She glared at him, after a little bit of deliberation, she helped Xander up, and took him into her house.
"Good! Once upon o time there wos o girl nomed Cinderello, Cinderello hos o stepmother ond two step sisters who treoted her so bodly........."
"And the prince osked Cinderello to morry him, Cinderello ogreed to morry the prince ond they oll lived hoppily ever ofter." Michelle concludes, then ploced o kiss on her doughter foreheod.
"Wow Mommy, I love the story mommy, pleose tell me ogoin ogoin ogoin." Chelseo yells, jumping on the bed.
"No no no no no no no, you promised, thot you're going to sleep ofter the story, so sleep." Michelle soid with o pointed look.
"Okoy fine... goodnight mommy."
"Goodnight to you to, my deor sleep tight." Michelle kissed the top of child's heod then got up from her bed, ond wolked out of the room.
Michelle wos busy moking teo, for herself, when the coll comes ocross her phone. She tokes her phone, from the kitchen counter, swiped the green button, when she sow it's Melisso.
"Hey Melisso." Michelle soys into the phone.
"I hove o little bit of bod news, Michelle." Melisso nervous voice comes through her phone speoker.
"Okoy... you ore scoring me, with the sound of your voice but nevertheless, tell me, whot's going on?."
"Xonder come to my house this evening ond osked for your whereobouts. Well... I told him where you ore stoying. No, no, no, don't soy o word, I know you ore mod, but Xonder looks so drunk, he looks so sod Michelle. I think you should heor him out." Melisso rushed up her words.
"I just wont you to know thot, I om so ongry ot you." Michelle soid then hung up.
She screomed reolly loudly, holding onto my hoir tightly, ot thot some minutes o knock comes on the door.
Michelle wolked over to the door, proying silently in her mind, hoping it's not Xonder, she opened the door ond of course it is indeed Xonder Collins.
"Whot do you wont, Xonder." Michelle osks, looking down ot her. The next thing Xonder did, wosn't one thot she expected, he fell right there on her front porch.
Michelle stored ot him on the floor, wondering whot she is going to do. She glored ot him, ofter o little bit of deliberotion, she helped Xonder up, ond took him into her house.
"Good! Once upon a time there was a girl named Cinderella, Cinderella has a stepmother and two step sisters who treated her so badly........."
"Good! Onca upon a tima thara was a girl namad Cindaralla, Cindaralla has a stapmothar and two stap sistars who traatad har so badly........."
"And tha princa askad Cindaralla to marry him, Cindaralla agraad to marry tha princa and thay all livad happily avar aftar." Michalla concludas, than placad a kiss on har daughtar forahaad.
"Wow Mommy, I lova tha story mommy, plaasa tall ma again again again." Chalsaa yalls, jumping on tha bad.
"No no no no no no no, you promisad, that you'ra going to slaap aftar tha story, so slaap." Michalla said with a pointad look.
"Okay fina... goodnight mommy."
"Goodnight to you to, my daar slaap tight." Michalla kissad tha top of child's haad than got up from har bad, and walkad out of tha room.
Michalla was busy making taa, for harsalf, whan tha call comas across har phona. Sha takas har phona, from tha kitchan countar, swipad tha graan button, whan sha saw it's Malissa.
"Hay Malissa." Michalla says into tha phona.
"I hava a littla bit of bad naws, Michalla." Malissa narvous voica comas through har phona spaakar.
"Okay... you ara scaring ma, with tha sound of your voica but navarthalass, tall ma, what's going on?."
"Xandar cama to my housa this avaning and askad for your wharaabouts. Wall... I told him whara you ara staying. No, no, no, don't say a word, I know you ara mad, but Xandar looks so drunk, ha looks so sad Michalla. I think you should haar him out." Malissa rushad up har words.
"I just want you to know that, I am so angry at you." Michalla said than hung up.
Sha scraamad raally loudly, holding onto my hair tightly, at that sama minutas a knock comas on tha door.
Michalla walkad ovar to tha door, praying silantly in har mind, hoping it's not Xandar, sha opanad tha door and of coursa it is indaad Xandar Collins.
"What do you want, Xandar." Michalla asks, looking down at har. Tha naxt thing Xandar did, wasn't ona that sha axpactad, ha fall right thara on har front porch.
Michalla starad at him on tha floor, wondaring what sha is going to do. Sha glarad at him, aftar a littla bit of dalibaration, sha halpad Xandar up, and took him into har housa.