Michael Clifford's Secret Sister

✖ 6 ✖

*Triggering action in this chapter*

Maekayla's point of view

I slammed my door shut and ran to my window. However, me being a fucking idiot, forgot to lock it and in burst my furious brother. "Michael, I didn't mean it! I fucking swear!" I shouted as I got on to our roof.

"I thought I fucking said not to call me your brother?" He yelled and locked the door. He ran up to the window and yanked me back into my room.

"I didn't mean to," I cried as he gripped my wrists tightly. "I told you, it slipped. I know how much you hate knowing your related to me."

"Maybe you should watch your fucking mouth then," He snapped, applying more pressure, causing me to gasp in pain. "Because I am so done with putting up with you. So are my parents. We do not want you here! No one does! How hard is it to fucking tell?"

"Michael, l-let go, it-it hurts," I begged as I tried yanking my wrists from his grip and I let go. I yanked it back and rubbed it, knowing he had opened some of the fresher cuts.

"It's fairly easy." I said quietly as I felt my sleeve grow damp and darken. "And they're my parents too." I said and he laughed. "What?"

"You don't know do you?" He asked me and I looked at him confused, well, as confused as I could with tears streaming down my face.

"Know what?" I asked him softly in a croaky voice as my fingers twitched. I needed my blade. I needed to get rid of this pain in my chest.

"You were a mistake. Dad slept with another woman and once she died, he had to take care of you. Mum wouldn't let him give you away for adoption since you weren't a baby, but now, we all wish he did, even him." Michael said.

"Is that why-"

"Yes! That's why no one here wants you and why we hate you so much. You were a mistake! We should have given you away for adoption. Better yet, your mother should have aborted you when she had the chance." He said and I let a sob escape my lips.

"You're-You're lying. You're a liar. You always lie to me. You don't expect me to believe you." I said as I backed away. He ran a hand through his hair and looked at me with so much hate in his eyes, I could have fallen to my knees.

"Then explain why you look nothing like my mother. Explain to me why my mum hates you so much. Explain to me why dad always shakes his head when he looks at you." He yelled and I actually did fall to my knees at his glare.

"But-But how come I don't remember? How come I don't remember her, if she even is real?" I cried as I looked at him. I pushed my bangs back and he didn't even seem fazed by my wrecked appearance.

"Car accident." Was all he said and a sob escaped my lips. I felt terrible. I had a mother I don't remember and this isn't really my family I've been living with for as long as I can remember. Everything is just so fucked up and it's all my fault. If only I wasn't born.

"So next time," he said as he backed away to my door. "Fucking use that big head of yours and think before you call me your brother." He said and left the room, slamming the door behind him. It shook the doorframe and it made me sob harder.

Nothing could compare to the hurt feeling in my chest I felt right now. I don't think the first time he ever hit me compared to this feeling. Yes. Your oh-so sweet Michael had hit me back in highschool, his own, half sister.

I felt like, well, I couldn't explain it. My heart was hammering against my chest and my throat hurt. My mouth was dry and I couldn't breathe.

I let out a choked sob and stood up shakily. I ran to my bathroom and slammed the door shut. I locked it and then yanked my cabinet door open. I grabbed my bottle of sleeping pills and yanked the cap off.

I poured them on my counter, every single one of them. I turned my faucet on and then cupped my hands under it. I took a drink so my mouth was wet and then looked at the pills.

I took one by one, and when I was finally finished, I cupped my hands under the water one last time, and took a drink. I didn't know how many I took, but I did know, it was much much more than I was recommended to.

It wasn't long until I heard banging on my bathroom door. I couldn't recognize the voice, but it sounded familiar. They were screaming but it was all an echo to me.

My blurred vision then turned black and the last thing I felt was my body hitting the cold tiled bathroom floor. And the last thing I thought was, maybe now things will be better for everyone.

Calum's point of view

"You're a fucking idiot!" I at yelled at Michael as he slammed Maekayla's door shut. "Do you not know that words fucking hurt Michael? And that she is a fragile girl? Do you know what she could be doing right now?" I yelled.

"Crying at most," he replied as if he didn't care. He walked away but I wasn't done with him. I grabbed him and then slammed him against the wall. "Calum, dude, what the h-"

"Killing herself," I spoke. "At most she could be taking her own life because of what you told her and how you told her, you fucking moron. You didn't know she fucking self harms, did you? I bet it's because of you, and I will put my own damn grave on this." I said angrily as I pushed him.

"Words hurt Michael. Have you not seen Luke cry because of hate? Have you not seen the commercials saying, 'words hurt'? Have you not ever felt at least a tiny bit upset because of hate? Do you even fucking remember why your own best friend self harmed?" I said and I was pulled away from him.

"I don't pay attention to it." He said and I shook my head in disbelief. "And I've never seen Luke cry over hate." He said and looked over to Luke. His eyes then darted to Ashton but he didn't say a word.

"I am so done with you right now," I said as I backed away so I didn't punch him right in the face. "I'm going to check on Kayla, and I swear to god, you better check yourself because you are not my best friend. He would never be that cruel to a person, let alone his sister." I spoke and them ran into her room.

"You're an asshole Michael, what happened to you?" I heard Ashton ask him and that was all I heard until the sound of running water filled my ears.

"Kayla?" I asked as I knocked on her bathroom door. "Are you okay?" I asked and didnt get a reply. My mind instantly went to the worst case scenario and I banged on her door.

"Maekayla?" I asked loudly but still no answer. I faintly heard the sound of a thump and I began to panic. "Maekayla, open this door now."

"I'll break it down," I heard someone say besides me and I looked. I saw Luke standing there and since I heard yelling, I assumed it was Ashton and Michael. I nodded and backed away so he can break it down.

As soon as it fell open, I moved it aside and dropped to my knees. "Maekayla?" I asked as I flipped her around. I checked for a pulse and it was faintly there.

My eyes filled with tears and I told Luke to call an ambulance, which he did immediately. "Maekayla, please be alright." I repeated as I lifted her up. I looked at the sink and Luke quickly turned the water off .

"Please we need an ambulance. She-please hurry," Luke struggled saying and then he nodded. He told them the address and I saw a yellow container.

Pills. She overdosed on some kind pill.

"Michael fucking Clifford," I heard Ashton yell and I looked at the door. Ashton stormed away and before he turned, I saw tears escape his eyes. "You are so motherfucking dead!"

"You'll be fine beautiful," I said quietly as I moved her bangs out of her eye. "You'll make it, I-I know you will." I said and Luke knelt down beside me.

"Paramedics are coming as soon as they can," he said and looked at me. "Let's just hope it's soon enough." He said and I agreed.

It seems as if we are all worried more than her own brother and family are because not once have I seen her parents walk up here to check on everything.