Feeling kind.. so I've updated after just one day of the previous chapter being up.. heehee ;)

"Would you mind repeating that, Michael?" I ask, numb from shock. He looks down, before loosening his grasp on my arm.

"I said.. she didn't kiss me.. I kissed her."

"Brooke, get out my my sight. Get out," I hiss at her, and she lifts herself up from the floor, before smirking and opening the front door.

"Call me, baby," she smiles at Michael.

How does she have the nerve..? She closes the front door, and I stare at Michael.

"Baby, I--"

"I don't want it, Michael. It wouldn't have been as bad if it was her kissing you, but you've just.. sorry, did I even hear you right? You kissed her, knowing you're married to me? Your ex decides to pay us a visit, in our house, I let you talk to her, and you do this, knowing I'm walking around waiting awkwardly for you to come to me.. and when I come to find you, you're shoving your tongue down her throat?"

"Let me just stop you right there, Becky--"

"No! I'm not letting you do anything right now!" I scream. "You've done enough as it freakin' well is!"

"It wasn't planned, ok? Brooke told me she had feelings for me.. one thing led to another, and we kissed! I didn't even intend for that to happen, it just did! And I know you're angry with me--"

"Angry isn't the word, Michael! In fact, there isn't a word to describe this! When you and Janine kissed, that was different; she kissed you. But this time, this time.. you kissed her! Why would you kiss a girl you've not seen for over twenty years, and who you don't even like?!"

Michael isn't responding to this. Why?

Oh God.

Please no..

"Michael," I say quietly, tears blurring my vision, "You're not attracted to her, are you?"

He's not responding to this, either. He's just giving me one hell of a guilty look.

I know where I stand now.

"You are, aren't you?" I ask hopelessly. Then, I turn violent, "YOU FREAKING ARE, AREN'T YOU?!"

I start thumping his arm violently, and he tries to deflect it.

"Becky, please! Please stop!" he begs.

"No, Jackson!" I growl, and I thump him harder.

Hearing him cry out in pain makes me feel a little guilty, but in this moment in time, I feel he deserves everything I'm giving him.

"Ok, that kinda remark would normally turn me on, but I guess not in this case," he whispers, before whimpering in pain after I thump his arm hard.

"Yeah, I know it would. I know you love it when I call you by your surname. Right now, in this moment, I feel ashamed to share that name with you! Especially since it should be Brooke's surname. After all, you still wish you'd married her!"

"That's how she feels, ok?! She said that was how she felt about me! I said nothing about that!" Michael cries.

"You didn't have to, you're thinking it now!" I finally stop hitting him, and he rubs his arm, looking down at me forlornly.

"Look, I'm sorry, ok? It was a mistake, a stupid mistake, and I wish I'd never done it. It was just in the heat of the moment, we both spoke, one thing led to another, and boom! We kissed! I can't say sorry any amount of times, because it won't change what I did, but please, forget it now!"

"Ah, but the thing is, Michael," I point my finger at him to shut him up, "You coulda easily pulled away from the kiss before it got too intense. It wouldn't have been as bad then. But you didn't pull away, you kept going with it. How do you think that makes me feel?"

"Like crap, I know--"

"Too right!" I hiss. "I can't even think of a way to control how much anger I have. I don't know what to do with you, Michael. You're just too attractive, that's why girls think they can walk all over you. But that doesn't mean you can walk all over them, too. You're a married man, you have responsibilities--"

"Mum, I'm home!" Electra comes through the door with a smile, but that smile soon goes when she sees I'm crying.

"Mum, what's wrong?" she asks.

"Nothing, sweetheart. Just a little emotional, that's all. Did you have a nice time out with Kacey? You were very quick."

"Yeah, we went out for a bit, but then she realised she left her phone at home. So, we went back to her house, and it turns out she snuck outta her house to go out, when she was grounded. So, that ended that trip out."

"Oh, that's a shame. Anyway, me and your father need to discuss a few things, so could you please go to your room or something, please?" I ask.

"Sure. Make sure you don't break up, though," she smirks, and leaves the room.

"She's trouble," Michael chuckles. I turn my head back around to him with a stern look.

"Yeah, so are you," I reply shortly, before leaving the hallway. I go to sit down on the sofa, and I grab the blanket from the back of the sofa and wrap it around me, and cover my head with it. I feel Michael sit down next to me, and I feel him wrap his arms around the blanket, and me.

"Baby, please forgive me. If I could go back--"

"But you can't, Michael!" I scream. "You most certainly cannot go back in time! You kissed your ex, who you swore you'd never love again, and I caught you. Just accept that I will never forgive you for it, alright?!"

"Oh, Becky! It was a pointless kiss, it meant nothing! A kiss means nothing!" He stops himself from speaking any further, realising what he just said.

"So.." I mutter. "None of the kisses we've ever had meant anything to you?"

"Of course they do!"

"Then why did you just say that a kiss means nothing!"

"I meant in that way! Obviously kissing you is one of the best feelings in this world, but Brooke.. meant nothing."

"I'm still confused about one thing," I say. "And that.. that thing is, why didn't you pull away from that kiss sooner? Why did you kiss her at all?"

"Because.. it was a heat-of-the-moment thing, ok? I couldn't stop myself from kissing her. She seemed so.. kissable! And.. she didn't stop either!"

"Because she wants you, Michael! She had a little more of an excuse, but she still had no right kissing you! And you definately had no right to kiss her!"

"But I did, and I wish I hadn't! I'm sorry, I can't say anything else to show my guilt! She was telling me how she felt, and she's a beautiful girl, and--crap.."

He just called her 'beautiful.'

"Becky, I didn't mean that--"

"Get out, Michael."

"What?"

I uncover my head from the blanket, and stare right at him.

"I said, GET OUT!" My anger has taken full control. He's really gone too far with this.

"But where will I go?" he asks, his eyes full of tears. One stray tear falls down his cheek. Crap gets real if the boy cries.

"I don't care," I say, my own eyes filling with tears. "Just pack your things, and get out. Go to Brooke's house, for all I care. You obviously seem to care more for her than you do for me. So go on, leave."

"It was a slip of the tongue, Becky--"

"Yes, I think we all know that! Your tongue managed good and proper to 'slip' into her mouth!"

"You know that's not what I meant. I meant calling her beautiful. I didn't mean that."

"Yeah, you don't mean a lot of things any more, do you Michael? Do you even mean it when you tell me you love me any more?"

"Of course I do! You're the reason I wake up every morning, you're the reason I smile, you're the reason I am who I am, you're the reason I live! Without you, I'm nothing! Nothing!"

"Well, I hope you enjoy your life as 'nothing.' Goodbye, Michael."

"Please don't do this, Becky. You mean the world to me.."

"And what about the kids, eh? Did you not think of them, when you decided Brooke was better than me?"

"I never said she was better than you, at all.."

"Oh, you didn't have to! I can tell by the look in your eyes, you love her. You live for her. Since you met her in the clothes shop, she's all you've been thinking about. Is that why we moved house? So you could avoid heartache of being without Brooke? Well, how very considerate, and thoughtful. Good planning there, Mr Jackson. A* for effort with that one." I applaud sarcastically, and stand up.

"Now you're being god damn stupid--"

"Oh, so now I'm stupid? This just gets better. You call me stupid, then you go and say the love of your life is beautiful, knowing I'm standing right here?"

"But I didn't call you beautiful--wait! That came out wrong!" He just tried to flatter me, but that came out as an insult.

"You should really pick your words wisely before you speak, Michael. I'm done with this. I'm done. Please, just pack your things and go. We need a break from one another. Being together seventeen years has obviously taken its toll on us. Just go. We need some time apart."

"But it's Ryder's birthday in two days. He's gonna be sixteen, I can't miss that."

"Shame, isn't it? Bye, Michael." I push him towards the hallway, and once we get there, he walks upstairs alone.

*Michael's POV*

I've really screwed up this time. Everything I said came out wrong. Half of the stuff I did say, was meant to flatter Becky, but ended up sounding like an insult. I hate myself right now. Anyone would if they were me.

I get upstairs and start to pack. Is she really gonna make me leave? I have no place to go. I'm screwed, absolutely screwed. I'm not going back to Brooke, being with her has already got me into seriously deep crap. Why couldn't we be living near people we know?

I could simply hide out in Neverland. The place is huge, chances are, Becky won't find me. I will do that, actually. It's my home, too.

I finish packing, and head downstairs. Becky's in the living room, playing with Electra's hair, braiding it. Electra looks awfully like her mother, apart from the hair colour. Her nose is the same, her smile, and the shape of her eyes. She's really beautiful, like Becky.

"I'm done." I walk into the living room, and Becky turns her head my way for a brief second.

"Ok."

*Becky's POV*

"Mum, what's this all about?" Electra asks.

"Nothing major, darling," I reply with a faint smile. "Just, daddy's decided to go on a trip for a while."

"Oh, how come?"

"Just for different reasons, Leccy," Michael strokes Electra's hair, and she smiles up at him.

"I'll miss you," she says, her smile turning to a frown.

"I'll miss you more, you know." Michael's eyes are filling with tears. Electra jumps up and hugs Michael. If only she knew what a liar and a cheat he was.

"Don't be gone too long, ok?" Electra pleads.

"I'll do my best to be back before Ryder's birthday," Michael replies, before looking at me. I shake my head and stand up.

"So yeah, have fun on your little trip," I say, before we walk into the hallway.

"Please forgive me. I don't wanna leave the kids," Michael begs.

"You never mentioned anything about me, I see," I reply sharply. Michael exhales through his nose, and looks down.

"I've said all that I can say. You're still not convinced. I don't know what else to do. But what I do know, is that you'll let me come back for Ryder's birthday. I know you, you wouldn't let me miss my son's sixteenth birthday."

"I doubt that," I reply.

"Before I go.. can I just have one kiss?" Michael asks.

"No. Save it for Brooke."

"Fine then," he replies sadly, before turning around and beginning to walk away.

I go to close the door, but he runs back in and, before I have a chance to react, he kisses me passionately. I try to pull him away from me, but I can't. When he kisses me, I melt. But I can't give in. What he's done is wrong. He must accept that.

I finally gain the ability to push myself away from him, and he smiles faintly at me, before turning and leaving.

He turns around once again.

"I forgot to say.." he looks at me sadly.

"What?" I ask.

"I'm gonna miss you like hell. But.. it's what I deserve, so.. just know that I love you.. more than anything in this world, excluding the kids. When you decide you love me back, call me. I'll be here waiting for you."

"Well, I'm not ready yet, Michael. And I don't think I will be for a while."

"You're worth it to me. If it takes forever for you to love me back, I'll wait. I love you."

I look down sadly. I want to say it back, but I don't want to say it back. Ugh, why?

Instead of responding with speech, I smile faintly, and he gets the hint and walks down the pathway, out of sight. I begin to cry hysterically. Why is life so hard?

*Michael's POV*

Well, that's that then. She's kicked me out. But, I will come back. I just have to convince her that I'm guilty and I'm sorry.

My eyes fill with tears, and a few run down my cheeks. I seriously regret what I did. I wish I could reverse it. But one thing.. I will return before Ryder's birthday.

We love each other too much to let each other go.