He ran us back into the dinner soaking wet. Then he took my hand and started walking me back to the kitchen.
"What are we doing?"
"Can you just trust me?"
"Fine" I replied reluctantly.
"Now stay quiet I'm not supposed to bring people back here"
I nod and he motions me to crouch behind an oven
Shit! It already 9:15... I should already be home and we haven't even left the diner.
He looked into the kitchen cabinets and grabbed 2 towels.
"Here, take one" he whispered
I took it and dried myself off a little bit.
"Wait here."
"Why?"
"I have to go talk to my dad real quick. He'll kill me if he knew you were back here, so please stay quiet. For the both of us"
Curriosity got the best of me though. So I followed him into his dads office. I stood right outside the doors.
"Michael, what the hell are you doing in my office?"
"Sorry father... I just need an umbrella to walk home, it's pouring down rain."
"Well than grab an umbrella and get the fuck out, can't you see I'm working?"
Doesn't his father own this place. Didn't he play with all the kids... I thought he was a nice man.
"Can you go any slower? The umbrella is right fucking there micheal"
"Sorry father"
Micheal started to walk towards the door.
I ran back to where I was standing. I had never heard Michael so scared. I was so confused but when Mike had a smile on his face, so I stayed quiet and didn't mention it.
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The Murderers Son
FanfictionWe met one day in the diner, and we were just friends... but now we're more? *sorry for the short chapters. I want to get these out to you guys as much as I can*
