A Haunting; Protictive Brother, Dark Lover. (Ronnie Radke&Michael Vampire story)

Chapter Eleven

"That idea is not going to work!" Michael said laughing at Cynthia once she told him her idea. "Just gather at Starbucks? Do you want Ronnie and Michael to fight and get arrested?" DJ laughed as well. "it was a thought!" Cynthia said crossing her arms. I shook my head and walked into Michael's room. "She has me so worried." Michael said looking depressed. "I am too." Cynthia said looking at the floor. "Im going to talk to her." Michael said as he went into his room after me.

I was laying on his bed curled up into a ball when Michael walked in. "Babe, or you okay?" He asked as he sat next to me. "I honestly dont know." I said hugging a pillow. "You know I'd do anything for you. Even if it ment hurting myself." Michael stated. "No." I instently said and glared at him. "What?" He said confussed. "I dont want you, at all, to hurt yourself. No matter what it comes down to. And im never going to hurt you." I said serious as I sat up and looked him in the eye. "I love.." He started to say. I quickly kissed him. "I know. I love you too." I said with a smile. He smiled back at me. I laid back down and staired at the wall. "May I lay with you?" He asked. I nodded my head and he laid behind me, wrapping his arms around me, where I shortly fell asleep.

I wont up from a cold sweat. I looked beside me, and Michael was sound asleep on the other side of the bed. I slowly got up and creeped into the livingroom. DJ and Cynthia were sound asleep on the couch. I smiled a bit and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, went into the kitchen and started to write a note. After I wrote the note. I taped it on the door and left. I decided I wanted to maybe, confront Ronnie. Myself. Alone. If Michael knew I was gone to see him, he would be worried, and gladly Cynthia was at Michaels, she would just get in the way.

I walked a few blocks, went down two or three different streets and found myself infront of my house. Oddly funny, I knew how to get there from Michaels. I started to get second thoughts about talking to him. I creeped to Ronnie's room window. He wasnt in there. I peeked inthe grage and his car and my car was there. I went to the livingroom window and saw him siting on the couch, looking at the TV and crying. Old home videos were playing on the TV. It was of me and Ronnie before Cynthia was born, when he stole my toys from me. I started to cry. Memorys played over again. He missed me. I missed him. Maybe he wants to see me. I started to go to the front door, but Ronnie yelled and I stopped. He threw his phone close to the window. He was looking at a picture of me and Michael. I looked back at Ronnie and he was throwing things in the house. I got scared. I sat on the porch steps and thought to myself. I grabbed out another piece of paper from my leather jacket pocket, and a marker, then started to write a note for Ronnie. I flodded it up and slipped it under the door. I looked back threw the window and Ronnie went into the bathroom. I quickly knocked on the door, then ran down the road till I was almost out of sight of the house. I caught my breath and just contuied to walk up and down the roads at night. I had no clue why or where I was going.