What do we do with a love like this?

--Mikayla's POV--
I leaned against Andrew for support as he helped me walk down the stairs. I hated how weak i was feeling. I'd already called into work and had gotten a month of sick leave. I should have enough energy to get back on the pole. I could be back at my apartment in about three months, the way they've got me eating.
I felt so disgusted with myself. Andy helped me to a chair and I sat down. "So Miki..." "I dont want to talk to you." I interrupted Andy. He pursed his lips and looked at his hands. "Your apologies don't mean shit to me. I dont trust a fucking word that comes out of your mouth." "Get it Mikayla." Morgan cheered. "You're not much better." i sneered. "Even if you didnt kiss him, didn't stop him. And you made no attempt to tell me. No, you ran." She opened her month than closed it.
"Well then." ashley said looking around uncomfertable. I patted the seat next to me. "Come sit with me Ash. You're the only company im going to have for awhile."

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