𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? | 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒐𝒏.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

"Micheal?"

Was it horror? Or disappointment. The look on his face showed it all.. i felt sick, I felt sick to my stomach.

"Micheal, please just-"

He didn't want to listen did he? He walked slowly up the stairs, until he disappeared into the hall.

"Huh.. piece of shit."

William said, sitting on the couch. He ran his hands through his hair and rested his head. He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again.

Water started to collect under my eye lid, and my lips trembled as one tear slid down my cheek. The hot tears kept running down, and all I could do was make them go faster...

"William. Mike- he's going to hate me..."

"Then let him hate you."

I covered my face face with hands, my hair was dangling as my face was positioned to the floor.

What was I going to do? I was disgusted with my self.. how could I not tell him from the start? How could I possibly have fallen in love with William? How could this have happened in five weeks?

Was I going crazy? No. But I didn't acknowledge what was happening around me at all..

"Your crying because you fell in love with me?"

William stood up. towering over me with a blank expression as I cried. I wanted him to comfort me, yet I didn't want him to hold or caress me. I just couldn't bare the thought of my savior in this house treating me like I was a piece of garbage everyone hated.

I wasn't even part of the household, yet I felt like I was. I felt apart of the family. But in my own fantasy I'm still treated like shit...

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"Micheal, please open the door.."

I pleaded, knocking consistently. My voice was groggy and muffled.

"I can explain.. Micheal please.."

I continued to ask, as my voice heightened and became more shaky with every word. I wanted to cry so badly, but I needed to hold my tears.

How would Winfrey react if she saw me like this, how would my daughter react if she knew about me and William.

She would never forgive me, she would never want to talk to me again..

As my heavy thoughts came down on me, I heard hinges of a door open.

I looked up towards micheals door, and to my expectations, it wasn't open. I turned around to see William coming out of his room.

He looked tired, as if he had just woken up from his sleep. His eyes landed on me, and as his eyes became lower I cut the eye contact.

"Stop."

He said. He had his shirt of, which clearly to me that he was trying to relax.

"I can't. I need to explain, I don't need you telling me to stop trying to talk to Micheal, when you don't even care about-"

"Don't talk to me like that."

William spoke, towering over me. He grabbed my face and pulled me closer. There was a certain firmness in his voice.

He let go, turning around and walking downstairs. I huffed and turned back to micheals door. I knocked once more, I didn't get an answer so I followed william downstairs with a heavy head.

"Willy! Look what I have."

Clara said as she had kept all her bags on the table. She brought out clothes, there were many different types, although there were some male ones. From the size I assumed they were for Micheal.

"Oh y/n, I got you this."

She handed me a short tight skirt, with a black inside shirt. She bought me clothes? I thought she didn't like me, Mabey it was just a matter of passive aggression.

"You look like you've been crying, did something happen?... well, of course.. something must have happened."

She put all her things back in the bag and walked up stairs.

"MICHEAL, I HAVE SOMETHING FOR YOU!"

She yelled as she disappeared into the hallway. Clara made me fell bad about my self in so many ways. and what happened with Micheal just made me feel worse..

"William.. what's happening to me?"

I asked. as the tears slid down my cheeks, one after another.

William grabbed my waist, pulling me closer to him. He hugged me tightly, caressing me.

I felt like the biggest hypocrite....