The story of Cecilia Blackwood

Chapter 3

--time passes-- We were on our way back from Calum's, I told Ansleigh how it went. So we both had nothing to do, we both looked at each other and smiled. " Well, do you wanna stay at my place tonight?" Michael asked shyly. I giggled "Sure, I just have to get my stuff." He nodded and we kept walking, we finally got to my front porch. I opened the door and we walked in looking around at the drugs scattered around the place, I gasped and Michael stood in shock. I ran upstairs and he slowly followed, I threw open the door to my moms room.

"Mom?!" I repeated. I kept looking around, "yes?" She asked sweetly sitting in the bath, "what did you do?! What's with everything in the house?!" I asked impatiently. She smiled and looked up blowing out the smoke from her cigarette, "you see, I got bored and went all out." She spoke calmly. "Mom, you have to have at least every type of drug around here! You could've passed out or even worse died!!" I said slightly raising my voice. She stood up with fiery eyes and stomped over to me and slapped me so hard my nose started bleeding, I fell back and Michael ran in and helped me up. She started yelling " IM SO SICK OF THIS! TAKE ALL YOUR SHIT AND LEAVE! LEAVE WITH YOUR LITTLE FUCKBOY, YOU UGLY LITTLE SLUT! I CANT BELIEVE I GAVE BIRTH TO YOU!"

I got up and walked out of the room not saying, I grabbed a big bag labeled 'basically a bunch of shit I can't live without' I shoved a bunch of stuff in there and threw it over my shoulder. "Call me, when you remember what you did, I love you." I said walking out of the house, Michael put his arm around me and dabbed at the blood running out of my nose. I looked at him tearing up, he frowned and leaned in closer to my face with his forehead pressed against mine. He looked me in the eyes, I just nodded and we made out for like 10 minutes on the sidewalk. We kept walking for what felt like forever, when suddenly he stopped.

"This is my house!" He said smiling. I looked over and was shocked by how amazing his house was, "follow me," he said opening the door for me. "What a gentlemen," I said laughing as I walked in. I automatically ran upstairs, "where's your room??" I asked. "Down here dummy!" He said while laughing at me, I ran back down and followed him into his room. It was honestly so cool, he had two or more posters on every wall, a hammock, etc.

I dropped my stuff and fell back onto his bed, oh and the comfiest bed ever! I giggled and rolled around looking stupid, I was on my stomach when Michael came up beside me a started playing with my hair. "Do you like my hair or something??" I asked happily. "How did you ever guess!" We laughed together, when I felt a hand slide down my back and onto my ass. I looked at him and we winked at the same time, "fuck it," I mumbled and jumped on top of him so that I'm straddling him.

He started sliding his hands up my shirt, and I flinched. He kept going and saw my scars, he yanked me down and hugged me as I felt hot tears fall on my shoulder. "I don't want you to do this, I wanna make you so happy that you forget about ever wanting to harm yourself," he muffled through tears. I rubbed his back, but before we fell asleep we got ready for bed and put our pajamas on. So I was in his shirt and a lace undies, he was only in boxers. We both layed down and Michael and I spooned until morning.