Wrecked • Michael Clifford

Chapter 8

I woke up to two people yelling. I was in Michael's bed which wasn't where I had fallen asleep.

"Sir please stop yelling. This was her decision not mine." I heard one person say to the other. "She's been here and you didn't tell me! I'm calling the cops. There is no explaining for you to do." A man was screaming at Michael. I jumped up and ran down the stairs but what I saw was something unexpected something horrifying. It was my dad. My dad was the sir that was yelling at Michael. My mom walked in the door and walked towards me. "Lyric I need you do get in the car now." She whispered to me. I pushed her and ran over to Mark. I couldn't even call him dad anymore. "Get out of here. This is not your house to come into and yell at. This is Michael's house." Before I could finish my dad slapped me making me fall to the ground. "What the hell are you doing?" Michael stood up and picked me up from the ground looking at my face to make sure I wasn't badly injured. "Angie get out of here!" I screamed wiping the blood off my cheek. I broke down into tears. I looked over at my mom who was standing with her hand over her mouth.

I ran upstairs shaking and grabbed my phone. I dialed 911. "Hello? I need the cops. I need them now! There's people here! Hurry." I hung up and ran back downstairs.

"I don't know who you think you are, but she's not staying here and I can ensure that." Mark yelled at Michael. The cops opened the door. "Please take these people away." I said screaming and crying. I couldn't stop. "Please come outside and tell me what is going on here." The cop told me as me and Michael walked out side.

I sat on the couch crying from what had previously happened. "Lyric. Everything is going to be okay. I'm sorry I caused this all." Michael said bringing me a cup of hot chocolate. I was speechless. I couldn't say a word. Thoughts just ran threw my head. Like the fact that I can't see my parents without my counselor or that Michael really did cause this all.

The police called about an hour after they took my mom and dad to the jail house. They told me they couldn't put me in an adoption center since I was 18 and was considered to be a legal adult. They aren't aloud to be within 100 feet of me with out my counselor around.

My life has been recked. I was living the life until this guy came in and recked it. But I love him. I think I actually love him. I can't run away if I did there was no way I could do it without him. I was in too deep. There's no way I can back out now.