Save me Mick

Part 6

                                    TW: SA (sexual assault)
                              Michaela POV
I walked calmly out of the house before walking faster to my car. Quickly I drove to an empty parking lot. I broke down crying. I'd always been the fixer of the friend group. And I'd been one of the two moms. Lourdes and I were the moms of the group, Danni and Evie were more childlike. I always protected them. I had to. But I didn't. Some bastard had raped Danni and I wasn't here to save her. My phone started ringing. Jared. FaceTime. I wiped my face and took a breath before answering.
Michaela: Hey J what's up?
Jared: hey Mick. Lourdes called. Danni told you?
Michaela: yeah she did. Um why are you calling?
Jared: you thought you could wipe those tear tracks away? Mick you have mascara on. Or had.
Michaela: god dammit.
Jared: you shouldn't blame yourself for it you couldn't control it
Michaela: but maybe I could of. Anyway I've gotta go Jared. I don't know why you called but I assume it's not important. B-bye now
I hung up the phone and just sunk into my seat. I sat there for who knows how long. Just thinking. Worrying. And feeling guilty. Because I could've fixed it or stopped it only if I hadn't gotten on that damn plane. It's all because of that stupid trip to stupid Jamaica. If I'd just been there! I punched my car window and it broke. "Shit" I mumbled. I dialed Saanvi's number on my phone I'd bought recently.

Saanvi: hey Mick what's up?
Michaela: ok so long story but I have glass in my hand do you think you could help?
Saanvi: sure. I'll come to you. Where are you?
Michaela: *random parking lot*
Saanvi: ok I'll be there in 20
Michaela: alright bye
Saanvi: bye
Then Grace so I could get the number of a good mechanic
Grace: hey what's up?
Michaela: hey Grace do you have the number of a good mechanic? Specifically one who fixes windows?
Grace: um yeah. Why is a car window broken?
Michaela: I don't wanna explain anyways can you give it to me?
Grace: sure *mechanics phone number*
Michaela: thanks bye
Grace: bye
I sighed and waited for Saanvi. She got there soon. "Hey mick. Woah what happened?" "I think you know. I punched the window. It broke and now there's glass in my hand." "Ok. I'll get the glass out and stitch up the larger cuts. Sorry I'll be done soon" periodically she would apologize when I'd wince from pain. What am I gonna tell people at the precinct to avoid yet another psych evaluation?  I don't know. Not a clue. I'll figure it out. I always do.
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Hey. Sorry I know it's short. I hope you guys like it so far! I'm tossing around the idea of a multi fandom fic so be on the lookout for that. Have a good night people. 
-Brooke