Just Saying

C H A P T E R 8

Idk what to say about this.

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Mikhaela's Point of View

I toss and turn in bed, trying to find a comfortable position and to tire myself out. I do this for a few more minutes before finally giving up.

I sat up, groaning. I rub my face roughly with my hands, glancing at the clock.

1:37 am.

I groan exasperatedly, grabbing the pillow beside me and throwing it to the wall adjacent to me.

I'm frustrated, to say the least. I'm tired but I can't sleep.

Without my knowledge, angry tears start streaming down my face. I wipe at them harshly.

What do I do? I need to sleep! If I don't, I'm going to go insane, I thought to myself.

I sat there in silence for at least five minutes when I finally decided.

I throw my blanket off of me. I stood up, looking at my reflection through the mirror.

I was clad in a pair of grey leggings and an oversized graffiti tee. I shrug off my reflection and slipped on a pair of plain white TOMS.

I grab my phone then quietly exited my room. I tip toe my way down the staircase. I was turning the knob of the front door, when...

"Mik? Where are you going?" I freeze on my spot, sniffling slightly.

I feel his presence behind me. He was staring at me quietly. I let go of the knob with a sigh to face him.

My eyes, which was still bloodshot from crying, found his.

"I'm going to go to Tommy's. Please let me. I can't sleep, Michael. I-I need to talk to him." My voice breaks half way through. I was beginning to feel tears welling up in my eyes. I don't if it's because of exhaustion or frustration.

His eyes fill with pity. He breaks eye contact, grabbing the car keys from the coffee table. I raise my brows at him.

"I'm not letting you walk there at one in the morning." Is he all he says before trying to push me gently out the door, which he opened after getting the car keys.

I crush him in a hug, pulling away seconds later. He mumbles an 'anything for my lil sis' then pulls me to the car.

He starts the car up and drives to the direction of Tommy's house. It was silent along the way which I am quite thankful for.

He pulls up in front of Tommy's house a few minutes later.

"Don't do anything stupid," He says then driving off and leaving me to stand in front of his house.

I look up to see that only his room was lit.

Without wasting time, I climb up the tree that was nearly beside his room. I've climbed this multiple times before so this isn't different than the other ones.

I stand outside his window. He was on his bed reading a book. I tap on the window to grab his attention. His head snaps to look at the window.

He furrows his brows momentarily before shock replaces it.

He hurriedly opens the window and helps me get inside.

I stand up, dusting the dirt off me as he closes the windows. Once we were done, I turn to him and tackle him in a hug.

"Why are you here? Is there anything wrong?" He asks, concern in his tone. He hugs me back, stroking my hair like always.

"I can't sleep," I whisper.

He sits on his bed, and gestures for me to come. I gladly approach him. Once I was beside him, he turns off the lamp that was illuminating the room.

I make myself comfortable in his arms. I bury my face on the crook of his neck. His left arm resting under my head while the other was entwined with mine.

"Why can't you sleep, love?" He asks, playing with our entwined fingers.

"I don't know. I think it's 'cos of stress," I mumble, unconsciously tangling our legs. As if I was trying to get as close as possible.

He sighs.

"Alright. We'll talk about this in the morning, yeah? Get some sleep," He says, pulling me closer to him.

I nod gently, a yawn escaping my mouth. Then as if by magic, sleep overcomes my body.

"Thank you for everything, Tommy," I whisper before succumbing to the darkness.

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Short but who cares?