Mac's P.O.V.
Right as I feel an unfamiliar hand wrap around my wrist, I get pulled hard against someones hard
toned chest and their strong cologne fills my senses.
I open my eyes to see who it is and the person I see is Michael Clifford... He is the reason for all of this. He's the one who wanted this. Why would he stop me?
"Why would you do that? Why would you stop me? This is everything that you have ever wanted. You win." I said to him as I backed away.
"Are you serious right now? I never wanted this.. Why would I ever want this?" His voice was soft. It was new, I've never heard it like this before. Normally is thick and laced with anger.
"Stop avoiding my question Michael...why'd you stop me. Just so you could continue with your shit?"
"I never meant to hurt you, it was just supposed to be a joke."
"A joke? A joke! You have got to be kidding me right now! You do not joke around about someone killing themselves, especially when you don't know what they're actually going through!" At this point I'm raising my voice.
"What's going on at home?"
"Like you actually care"
"I care Mac...will you please just trust me on this?" Why was he being so caring?
"It's not fair. You act like you care now, but I'll tell you everything and then you'll just go and tell all of your friends and then you're just going to use it all against me." Great, now I feel like I'm going to cry.
"You don't understand Mac... I hate what we do to you. That would be why this happens." He lifted up his shirt and showed me the self harm marks made on his chest.
"Do you want my sympathy? I have been doing this ever since I went to school with you. I could never have any friends because of the shit you said about me. Did you ever once think that what you say could actually have more of an effect than you think? For god sake you told me to kill myself! Then you stopped me!" I could feel the tears pooling in my eyes.
"I never said that."
"Um yes you did! Are you going crazy or something? Do we need to get you to a doctor?"
"No. It wasn't me. It was my friends. You need to understand and take notice that its never me. It's them. I know I'm just as wrong because I don't stop them but it still isn't me saying that shit to you." I guess thinking about it he is right, he hasn't told me to do those things to myself, but he also isn't stopping them.
"Michael will you please just stop. I'm sick of this. I just want it all to end." At this point the tears were streaming down my face.
"Hey, Hey, Hey. Shhh" He holds my face in between his hands and stares into my eyes. "Everything is going to be okay. I'll fix this. Just please...I don't know what I would do if anything were to happen to you." His voice got low towards the end.
"I...I can't do this right now. There is nothing for me to do. What's going to happen now? I go back? Everyone will know what I tried to do and they'll all make fun of me even more for it. When I go back to school everything is just going to be worse." My voice was just barely audible.
"I'll make sure nothing happens to you. As long as I'm able to control anything, no one will be able to hurt you." His green eyes staring right into my blue ones.
"You see that's the thing." I say pulling away. "This Michael that I'm talking to right now, it's so different than the one I know at school. You actually seem like you care right now, but once we get back to school you're going to go back to being an asshole and bullying me everyday." My face was soaked at this point.
"That's not true. How many times do I need to tell you that I hate being mean to you? I just...ughh!!"
"Okay you know what, say I do walk out of here with you, what next?" I ask him.
"Well since it's only Tuesday, I would walk out of here with you, I would take you to my favorite hang out spot at the local diner, I would buy you dinner, I would drive you home, and then I would pick you up in the morning and walk you to your classes at school." What the hell?
"Why would you want to do that? All of your friends would judge you and I wouldn't wish that on anyone."
"Honestly Mac, I don't care. They could treat me like shit but I could make them feel just as bad. I don't care. I've been wanting to walk you down those halls for such a long time! Now I finally can. Now how about we take the elevator down to the first floor, we get into my car, go and get some dinner, and I'll pick you up around 7:00 tomorrow morning for school." He gave me a cheesy smile and held out his hand.
"Okay fine but please first, tell me you're doing this because you want to and not because of sympathy or because a stupid game or a dare."
"I promise you that I will never again hurt you. I would never play you. And finally I will never again hurt you. I will stop anyone from hurting you. When I'm around, no one will hurt you."
"Thanks Mikey, that means a lot." I smiled and took his hand as we began to walk to the elevator.
"Mikey? That's a new one." He smirked.
"Shut up and take me to go and get food." I playfully shoved him as we got into the elevator.
**
After we went to get dinner, thankfully we didn't run into anyone from school. We just got to my house and on the plus side there weren't many awkward silences.
"Bye...thanks for dinner." I said awkwardly getting out of the car not waiting for a response.
"Hey wait!." I was just about to walk into the front door when I felt Mikey grab my wrist. I flinched because this was the wrist where I made all my art work. I flinched and pulled my arm back. "I'm sorry." He said in a hushed tone. "I just wanted to say goodnight and to remind you to be ready by 7:00 tomorrow morning."
"Okay Goodnight."
It took me by surprise when he leaned in and kissed me on the cheek before turning around and walking back to his car.
I opened the front door and leaned against it. "Goodnight" I whispered to myself while holding my cheek that twas still tingling from Micheal's touch.
A/N
Hi readers! I hope you enjoyed this update! I promise the updates will get longer and more interesting. I hope everyone had enjoyed their week.
xox Jacklyn
