"Only love makes you that crazy sweetheart, and that damn stupid."
Billy Hargrove was a gift from your universe. The universe giving you a sense of relief in your life as if he were the key into finding true happiness after all the universe has put...
Wednesday, October 28th, 1985 Sierra Household 6:49 PM
Mickayla's POV:
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As Billy pulls up to the darkness of the night and dim lights of my porch light surround my home. I shudder at the sight of it. I'm not going to hear the end of it. I sigh before Billy comes to a complete stop. I reach for the handle of his car door, my left hand suddenly tugged preventing me from leaving.
"If you need anything Mick, I'll be right next door, here." Billy says as he hands me a piece of paper, looking down at it to see his number on it.
I slightly smile, looking back at him. "Thanks for today Hargrove, I somehow needed to express how I felt."
"Anytime Sweetheart." He grins
"Stop calling me that idiot." I playfully shove his arm away.
"You like it." He licks his bottom lip
"Sure, let's go with that if it makes you feel better." I laugh before planting a small kiss on his cheek as a thank you. "See you tomorrow, pretty boy." I laugh as I open the door making my way towards the front door of my home.
This should be interesting.
I take a deep breath before softly opening the door hearing Billy walk into his home. I walk into my mother making phone calls crying to the police asking if they had seen me and my father sitting on his Lazy Boy without a care in the world. I shut the door loud enough for they can turn their heads to look at me.
"Mickayla! Honey we were so worried about you." My mother reaches for me pulling me into her arms. Her sobs fall into my shoulder.
"Mom I'm okay. I should've called, let alone came home. I'm sorry." I tighten my arms around my mother.
My mother, beautiful. I knew she truly did love me along with Katherine, who was her twin. I just wish she wasn't so overly emotional about everything. It's not her fault my father did this to her. Emotionally and mentally abusing her after the death of my brother. Damien. She tried her best, she was a caring mom, a good mom to me. But he was different.
I open my eyes to my father slowly getting up facing towards me, as my mother pulls away squeezing my shoulders before doing so. His eyes piercing my own in anger.
"Your school called. Told me about your little stunt you pulled today in the cafeteria." He firmly says looking down at me. The height difference was embarrassing to say the least.
"Care to explain, thinking you're tough shit." He clenches his jaw.
Tears began to fill my eyes, holding them back before he accused me of being the victim.
"I-I'm sorry Dad." My eyes flicker throughout the room to avoid eye contact. "She ruined Damien's jacket." I say holding onto the jacket fiddling with the sleeve. "And I-I don't know what came over me, m-y anger and emotions took over it didn't feel rea-"
