What Are The Odds//Michael Clifford {discontinued}

Chapter 9

I sat in Ambers room waiting for any information about Luke. I haven't gotten a call or even a text, and I'm worrying even more at this point. I hear a click of the door and a body walk in. I turn to see..... Michael? He looked fine besides the the busted lip. I clenched my jaw and my eyes narrowed.
"Hi." He said nervously.
"What do you want?" I snapped.
"Look. Bree. What happened to Luke was not intended, at all. I was just mad because he got to spend time with you because," he stopped. "Because I like you. Bree I can't get you out of my head. It's like every time I try to focus on something an image of you pops into my head and it won't go way. You were beautiful from the first day of school. I haven't taken my eyes off you since. And when you and Luke got cozy," he out air-quotes around cozy, "I guess I was just jealous." He spoke with such truthfulness and so full of apology. Did I really just hear that? Michael Clifford, the punk boy from my science class..... Likes me? I could feel my cheeks heating. No. I couldn't let him off that easy, he can't just show up and compliment me then act like everything's okay. I bit my lip trying to find a way to reply. "Jealousy? Jealousy is what caused this? Michael, you can't just go around beating up random people only because he's friends with the girl you like." I said to him.
He looked at the floor is sorrow. I instantly felt bad.
"Michael I didn't mean it like that I-"
"Just stop." He snapped. I could see his eyes filling with tears and his head hung low.
"I get it. You like Luke." He spoke quietly. He opened the door and walked out.

I laid on the floor staring at the ceiling, wondering where my mom and dad are now. Wait, my mom. Shit. I never checked with my mom. She could be worried sick about me she could be, dead even. Without focus my body was now standing in the cold walking to my house.

Not thinking my hand reached for the doorknob. What's gonna be inside? Who's gonna be inside? I took a deep breath and knocked on the door. I heard shuffling, the door swung open.
"Bryana?" My mom said my full name while smiling.
"Mom." I said while pulling her into an embrace.
I felt something wet hit the top of my shoulder. I look over to see my mother crying.
"Mom? You okay...?"
"I missed you." She said in a hushed tone. She hugged me even tighter.
She brought me inside and offered me tea (which of course I couldn't say no to) She stood in the kitchen looking at me.
"What?" I questioned her staring.
She shook her head.
"Nothing." She said
"Mom-" I looked at her sternly "what is it?" She broke down in tears. I rises to her side and held her in my arms on the cold tile flooring.
"Mom? What happened?"
She cried more, now sobbing.
"You-your f-father," she said trying to say words between cries.
"He-left." She finally spit out. He what? He fucking left, again? For good? He can't do that? Anger was fuming inside me but mostly sorrow for my mother. I rubbed circles on her back and tried to comfort her in any possible way I could.
"As in like......forever?" She looked at me with pain in her eyes and nodded. That shattered my heart. 20 years. My parents had been married for 20 YEARS. And he just decided to get up and leave. What the hell? That dick. I send a quick text to Amber letting her know I will no longer be staying at her house and continued comforting my hurting mother. I moved her from the kitchen to the couch where she laid.
"Mom. It's gonna be okay. We can get through this. Together." I said while holding out my pinky. She linked her pinky with mine and replied "together."

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