𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄? | 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒎 𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒐𝒏.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍

NARRATION:

William walked out of the pink door, and into his sons room talking a deep sigh.

He really didn't know what to do. What was he supposed to? Micheal didn't like him all that much, and Clara wasn't there to help.. not to mention y/n.

As William walked into the room, he placed his hands in his pockets, huffing.

"I'll be down in a second."

Micheal glanced and William then back to his homework. It was hard. School, was hard.. he didn't know his feelings.. hell, he didn't even know himself.

"Actually.. I'm here to talk."

Talk about what?

Micheal turned his body fully to look at his father. To talk? what did he mean he mean talk?... after all he's done? Now he wants to solve this?

Micheal let his thoughts run around, while he observed his father. He had changed.. he looked better. But that tired expression was still there.. why was he so tired all the time? Was it because of what was going on? Or was it because of life?

"Look Micheal.. I'm trying to be a better father- for you. And of course, I know I've done some bad things.. but.. but now I know that's it wasn't your fault that what happened.. happened."

William lowered his head, clicking his tongue as he did so.

"So, I want to say that I'm proud.. that I'm proud of you who you are.."

Proud? He was proud!? Micheal was ecstatic! Really? He was proud of him? Even after all the things he did? Micheal couldn't believe it.. yet, he wanted to.

"I'm- im sorry for being bad to y/n.. I didn't mean the things I said."

Micheal spoke as he tapped his foot on the ground, also lowering his head. Finally.. things were getting better.

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Y/n stood by the door, a wide smile on her face as she heard the words "I didn't mean it" she was happy.. she knew he didn't mean those things, and she wasn't about to let her bad thoughts get the best of her. For the first time in forever.. things got, better.

Clara walked up the stairs, cursing under breath as she approached Michael's door. She noticed y/n was peaking inside and became curious to see what she was up to.

"Hey.. what are you doing-"

She paused. We're they really talking? For the first time in forever.. William and Micheal were talking? She felt glad, but also bad at the same time.. why couldn't she get them to talk? Instead, it was y/n..

She couldn't even get her son to talk to his father, yet a complete stranger was!? Why wasn't William paying any attention to her? Right.. it was because of y/n. Clara felt mortified. Mortified that she couldn't put her own family back together..

"How dare you.."

Clara didn't know how to react. All she could think about was how y/n was better than her. She wanted to let that hatred wither, but.. she couldn't. She didn't have anyone else to project her anger onto.

"How dare you interfere in our family problems!?"

Clara turned to y/n. Grabbing her by her hair and pulling her closer. Clara observed y/n. She was so beautiful.. way more beautiful than her anyway.. it just made her more insecure, since the day she met her.

"You think.. you think I can't handle them on my own?"

"No.. I was just-"

Before y/n could speak she was thrown into the ground.. why was Clara acting like this all of a sudden? Everything was fine until she decided it was time for her to ruin it.

"Hey.. what going on here?"

Henry came up the stairs. and to his own expectations, Clara was hitting y/n. Y/n knew they had their arguments, but She didn't think this would happen.. She didn't think, Clara would feel resentment towards her...

Claras tears dropped on y/n's face as she pulled her hair as slapped her in the face. Yes, y/n was the one being wronged.. but she couldn't help but feel bad for Clara.

Clara had tried so hard to get her family back together again.. and yet she couldn't. And it was y/n. Y/n, the prisoner who solved it. What was Clara now? Maybe she.. was the empty vessel?

"Clara stop it.."

Henry pulled Clara off y/n as she continued to cry. William and Micheal walked out to of the room, And to micheals surprise his mother was crying.. he felt, horrible. Seeing your parents cry was one of the most mortifying things you'd ever see, Micheal walked over to comfort his mom, walking downstairs with her and Henry.

Y/n looked toward William, massaging her cheeks as She did So.

"I feel.. lighter."

William shrugged, placing his hands in his pockets as he towered over y/n with a neutral expression on his face.

He smiled slightly, before grabbing her wrist and pulling her down stairs.

He did.. he did feel lighter. But seeing Clara like that added a little guilt to the Lightness. To think, Clara wasn't who he was looking for ,but y/n.. she was naive, soft and weak.. yet he found interest in her. Clara was the exact opposite of y/n.. maybe that was why she hated her so much.

He looked toward the living room. seeing Henry he walked over, giving y/n a little peck on the lips before he did. Y/n couldn't find Clara anywhere, but she saw Micheal in the kitchen.. so we're was Clara?

Y/n walked back upstairs through another hall, and low and behold.. the pink door was open?