Michael Clifford's Secret Sister

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Maekayla's point of view

I rushed into my house and saw that Ashton was holding a bruised Michael back while my mum and Luke were holding our dad back. Michael was spitting hateful words towards our dad and he was doing the exact same, but towards me.

"How dare you stand up for her rather than your own daughter? What kind of a father are you? I am disgusted." Michael said. "Maekayla is anything but a disgrace and a mistake. She's me and my band's everything. She means the world to us."

"She is the product of a mistake that I had with another woman and as your mother said," our dad said. "We couldn't care less about her." He fimished and Calum helped Ashton keep Michael back.

"That is why she's coming on tour with us and I'm allowing her to stay at our house in LA to start a career of her own. She doesn't need parents like you to be dragging her down." Michael spat at them. "She's a brilliant artist and guitar player but you wouldn't know that, would you? You're too self-centered and spiteful towards her to get to know your own daughter."

"Don't play innocent when you're the one who would push her around and tease her until she cried." My dad said. "I know those bruises weren't from falling or hitting things." He said.

"Enough," I said but they continued to yell at each other. "Enough!" I said louder but still no prevail.

"Kayla-Kayla move, now," Calum said and I did as he told me. Michael broke free from his grasp and then lunged himself at our dad.

"Stop it!" I screamed as I tugged on my hair. Ashton grabbed Michael by the forearm harshly and yanked him back, causing him to fall against the larger boy. "Stop it, both of you!" I screamed and Michael looked at me.

"Please, stop," I said and looked at the two of them. "I'm tired of screaming and I'm tired of seeing blood and bruises. Please." I said and I felt arms being wrapped around me.

"Kayla, baby, please don't cry. Not again princess." Calum said and turned me around. He used his thumbs to wipe my tears away and I looked at Michael.

"Baby?" Luke and Ashton asked together. I knew they were watching us and so were my parents, but I didn't care.

"Princess?" Michael asked as he looked between us two. One of his eyes were swollen and he hard a large forming bruise on his jaw. One of his normal red lips were busted and he had this anger inside of his eyes that made me flinch.

"I'm fine Cal, swear." I said and pushed his hand away. "I need to help Michael, bring me the first aid kit?" I asked and he nodded. I went to Michael and then helped him up.

"Don't touch my son-"

"Shut up!" I snapped and turned around. Mum seem taken back at my tone of voice and she quieted down. "He's my brother and he's hurt because of one of you. I'm going to take care of my brother like I promised when I was younger and you're going to keep your comments to yourself. I'm done with you pushing us two away because you don't like me." I snapped.

"I don't like you either, but do you see me trying to wedge a wall between you and your loved ones? Do you see me going up to you and telling you that I hate you and wished you were dead? No. Now, shut up or just like Michael, you'll get a fat lip." I said and she held her mouth with her hand.

I grabbed Michael's hand and then took him to his room. "Luke, Ashton, go help Calum, poor boy probably got lost." I said and I heard rustling.

I opened Michael's door and then closed it. "Take your shirt off, I need to see if you have any cuts or buries on your upper body." I told him and he did.