Little Hate (M. Clifford Smut FF)

Chapter 16

"Now all we have to do is wait for him to wake up." Dr. Scott told me and Karen.
All I did these days was wait ...
I barely went to school and even though everyone keeps telling me to focus on school, I can't. I just want to tell him how much I love him and how bad I want to be with him no matrer what.

I haven't talked to Luke at all. He probably doesn't even want to talk to me. Haven't talked to Ashton either
I walk to Karen who's standing near Michael's bed and honestly I just can't wait to see him opening his eyes..
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"I'm all out of hope, Michael, your mother too. She's just put up a mask not to let my dad see how hurt she actually is. She just went to buy some coffee, she'll come back in any minute ... Don't you want to surprise her by opening your eyes?" I lean slowly and attach my lips to his swollen ones.

His face is recovered now, no more bruises and his leg is better. I sketch a smile when I see his hair half blonde as it grew natural in this past month.
"I love-" my voice cracks as I see him moving his fingers.
"Michael?" My heartbeat increases seeing him move his eyelids slowly opening his eyes.

I wait patiently smiling till he fully opens his eyes looking at me.
"Hey! Welcome to the land of the living." I smile letting a happy tear escape. I wrap my arms around him not resisting the temptation anymore.
"Where I am?-" he asks and I quickly speak.
"You had a car accident. You're in the hospi-"
"Who are you?" He cuts me off looking at me confused.
"Wha- I'm Y/n.." I breath confused watching him as Karen enters the room.
"Oh my God. Hello Michael." She smiles to him.
"Hi mom." He looks confused at her.
"What happened?" He asks.
"A car ran over you. You've been out for a month now... don't worry me and Y/n took good care of you." Karen smiles finally happy looking at her sun.

"Oh, so you're a nurse here?" He asks looking at me and my brain starts to freeze. Why on earth would he ask that? Why didn't he recognize me?
"No honey. She's ...she's your sister." Karen looks at me and Michael furrows his eyes.

"OK. Unless I was in a coma for 17 years, could you stop messing with me?" He laughs mockingly looking at both of us.
"What? Michael ...you really don't remember me?" I ask feeling tears coming once again to my eyes.
"No. Now you can both end this fucking circus and you should get the f.uck out. One crazy woman is enough." He looks at me and I know he doesn't recognize Mr anymore. His eyes are cold and he acts exactly like he did before, when he first met me.

Karen looks confused at me.
"Y/n, sweetie, why don't you go get the doctor?" She tells me and I nod getting out of there glancing once more to Michael.

It's like the pain is even worse now. Seeing him sleeping in a bed was better than being in a room with him and him not knowing who I am. I will never be able to explain to him what he had because the truth is I never knew if he was really in love with me or not. We had something, I know that and if I thought we couldn't have it all then, now we surely cannot have it.

I told the doctor that he woke up and he can't remember me and after his face expression, it was like he was almost expecting it. I'm now more than convinced that Michael wasn't faking it... I guess I wanted to hope that he was.
I can't even go back. I can't see him anymore.

I watch from the distance in his room and I see the doctor checking up on him, talking to Karen... I don't belong in this picture anymore ...
I go to my car and start the engine. As the car moves, I know exactly where it is I am going.

I knock at his door hoping he's home, praying he's home.
"Hey." I say standing in his door after all this time.
"Y/n? What are you doing here?" He asks buttoning up his shirt.
"I'm just ... I came here to apolog-"
"Luke, come here baby, you know how much I need you inside now!" I hear a hight pitched voice in the background.