Alton's Voice (A Michael Clifford fanfiction)

~ 6 ~

Magic 8 Ball, is this an intense chapter?

Reply hazy try again

still a piece of shit I see

Reese

"Hey bud, how are you feeling?" I sit on the edge of the child's bed softly, rubbing his hair.

"Better," he rolls over on the bed, leaning into my touch.

"Did you take your medicine?" I ask him quietly, trying not to arise him too much.

He nods. "Uncle Calum brought it to me."

Alton took a liking to Calum, which nobody knows why.

"Do you want to skip school tomorrow?" I ask him another question, knowing it's a Sunday.

"I can go," he stretches his arms over his head, taking a deep breath.

"Are you sure?" I confirm.

He nods.

"Just make sure to call me if you ever want me to go pick you up, all right?" I ask him.

He nods and I stand up. "And come get me now if you need anything, or just yell."

He nods again and I walk out of the little boy's room, closing the door behind me quietly.

"How's he doing?" A voice behind me asks.

I jump, not realizing somebody was there.

I turn around to meet Michael's green eyes, quickly slipping past him and down the hall.

"Reese-""Please stop talking to me," I demand sternly, walking heavily into my bedroom.

He follows me, disobeying my demands.

"Michael I'm being serious, stop it." I whirl around to glare at the band member.

"You need to talk about this with someone-""Like you even fucking care, Michael."

"What's that supposed to mean?" He asks offended.

"You didn't even attempt to track us down until now. We ran into each other on accident," I steam, walking across the room towards my bookshelf.

"I tried to, I tried to track you down, dammit Reese! I tried so fucking hard but you were being a piece of shit and moved three times. Maybe it's not an accident, maybe it's faith, have you ever thought of that Reese?" Michael yells at me.