Homeless (Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 51

Two weeks. It has been two weeks since that day. The day I was taken from Michael. I still don't understand how they think they have have so much control over our lives we are both 18 and Michael is soon to be 19. It doesn't make sense. As I was laying in my bed I heard a bang on my bedroom door.
"Kayla get your ass up you have to go to therapy!" My father yelled. Let's just say he was not the man he said he was going to be in front of Michael's parents. The night I got home, I got a slap to the face in the middle of a heated argument. He told me I deserved to end up where I was after what I did. I went to hit him, but he was too quick and grabbed my wrist and hit me. It's been abusive he'll ever since. My mother is too scared of him to say or do something. I've tried to sneak out, but they have some crazy alarm system and there is no use.
"Kayla! Get your ass up now!" He growled though the door.
"Alright I'm up I'm up! Just shut up!" I yelled.
I then heard him walk away. Why did he even want me back here? All he does is make my life hell. I would rather be on the streets then in the same room as him. I think it's my mother that wants me home.
I then got out of bed and walked out of my room. My bed is literally just a shitty air mattress in the middle of a tiny room. It's complete shit. My life is shit.
I got downstairs to see my father had just left. I took a deep breath and sat down in my kitchen.
"Good morning Kayla." My mother smiled.
I didn't say anything, I just sat down and ate breakfast.
"Eat quick or we are going to be late." She said, walking up stairs.
I contributed eating my breakfast as thoughts of Michael ran through my mind. I hope he is still thinking of me..
*Michael's POV*
I can't stop thinking. Two weeks since she has been gone. Two awful weeks. When I told the guys they were heart broken. They were getting so close with Kayla and she was just taken away from us. We had a gig last night, but it wasn't the same. Kayla wasn't in the front row and it hurt me. I told the guys I wasn't coming to practice today. I didn't have the energy to get out of bed. I told my boss I couldn't come into work today and I skipped school today. I needed a day to stay home and think. Think about Kayla. Fuck I miss her. I miss her smile, he stories about the streets, her hair, the way she walked, her lips, the way she looked in my clothes, the way her butt looked in those pair of jeans and always wore, everything about her.
*Kayla's POV*
"Alright sweetie here we are." My mother said, pulling up to the building where I now am suppose to come once a week.
"Why is this necessary? I'm fine!" I spat.
"I know, but we need to make sure, no one just comes off the street and is completely fine even after witnessing their boyfriend get shot and getting into a fight with them." She said, rubbing the back of my head.
"Ugh." I said, getting out of the car and walking inside.
When we got inside, we had to wait in the waiting room for a few minutes before they called us in.
"Kayla Williams?" A lady called with a clipboard in her hand.
Me and my mom stranded up and followed her to a room.
"Kayla please take a seat over there and you can lay down." She said.
I hopped on the couch and laid down like she told me.
"Hello my name is Maria and I'll be your therapist." She said, shaking my hand.
"So just for a few minutes your mother is going to be here and then we will ask her to leave so we can just talk okay?" Maria asked.
"Sure." I said, rolling my eyes.
"She's not that thrilled to be here." My mother said.
"Yea no shit." I said, crossing my arms and getting the death glare from my mother. She hates when I swear but I really don't give two flying fucks what she thinks.
"Okay let's get started." Maria said.