Roses Flaws ↠ Michael Clifford (AU)

Chapter | 46 |

We've spent weeks in here and now I'm finally going back with the rest of the people.

Here I was walking in handcuffs down the bright hallway. One guard stood on each side of me and Nancy lead the way.

We entered the recreational room, everyone starred as they unlocked my cuffs and left me there. I rubbed my wrist back and forth.

Luke rushed towards me giving me a bone crushing hug.

"Luke can-can't breath." I gasped. He let go and we both sat on the couches.

"You're alive.. but where's Michael?"

I blinked rapidly to stop the tears rushing to flow. "He's still in solitary.. and..we broke up."

"Awh Mac."

I leaned my head against his shoulder, crying softly. Luke ran his fingers threw my hair. "What happened?"

"You'd hate me."

Luke argued with me, saying he could never hate me. And so I told him. Every bit from when the abuse happened to now.

It was silent between us.

"I don't hate you, you've had your reason to do it."

I stared forward looking at everyone in here with a simple side glance at Luke. "Thank you. So what happened to Cal and Vi?"

He sighed, shrugging. "Violet's gone. Calum is in his room, sulking around. There was guard coming. One of them had to make run for it while the other distracted and Calum chose the second one."

"Violet should've stayed..at least for him."

"This was her chance and she chose it.

Later on after I stopped by Calum's room by giving him a long hug and advice. I headed towards the shower's. Before I got in, I looked at myself. I looked bad. My hair was in knots and stuck up everywhere, my eyes were surrounded by black bags. The color of my skin had a light purple tint as with my lips. My arms and legs are covered in bruises. I had slight open wounds on my butt and back of my legs because of the whips and on the side of my temple's I had scars from electroshock. My wrists were bruised too.

When I got into the shower, everything hit me and I sobbed. I was cradled against the shower wall. The water pounded onto me.

I had washed my body when the water turned cold and got dressed, heading to my room.

It was the same as I left it.

I plopped down, letting a moan out. This mattress was waay better than the one in solitary. I've learned to call this room, home.

Next to my bed side was my journal.

February 13th

I kinda forgot what light is. After staying in a holding cell for several weeks in the dark,it seemed to leave you. You got used to everything being pitch dark. Your eyes would play tricks on, something would be there but then when you blinked. Its gone.

I was so glad to be out. It worried me knowing I had no clue what was happening to Michael. How long until he got out?

And what about this baby. I didn't want it or did I? I was strongly against abortion. If Michael wanted me to give the baby up, I would.

M.R