"Bastard!"

"Sleepover!"

TW: EATING DISORDER/ ANOREXIA/ DRUG USE

After all the plates were cleared, you got up and asked where the bathroom was. "It's down that hall to the right." answered Mrs. Afton, pointing down the hallway. "Thanks." You smiled and walked down the hall, into the bathroom. You entered and quickly closed the door, you got on your knees and put your hair back. You stuck two fingers down your throat and did this until you threw up. You grabbed some tissues and wiped your mouth, washed your hands and left the room like nothing happened. 

You walked back to where everyone else was. "But mommy! I want her to stay!" Elizabeth whined. "That's up to her and her parents, dear." She smiled and picked up her angry daughter. "Oh y/n, I have a question." She adjusted Lizzy on her hip, "would you mind spending the night? Lizzy wants to have a sleepover; she really likes you." She adjusted Lizzy again. "I mean sure, that's up to them though." You said, pointing to your parents. 

"We do have a lot of unpacking to do tomorrow, I don't know." answered your dad. "I could have Michael help with that if you let her stay. He's pretty strong, but still, it's up you guys!" Her smile was charming. "Sure, I don't mind. Here's my number, have her home by 1." She smiled. "Will do! If you want, you can run home and get whatever you need, toothbrush, clothes, brush, whatever it is you need." 

"Sure, be right back. And thanks for dinner." You said, walking out and closing the door. You ran home and got some extra clothes, toothbrush, hairbrush and perfume. You headed back over and entered again. "Ok, where's Lizzy?" Mrs. Afton looked up from doing the dishes while your mother helped. Your father and Mr. Afton were sat on the couch watching the news. This made you smile. "She's up in here room, up the stairs." you gave her a thumbs up and walked up the stairs. 

It may have been a big change, but you knew deep down that this was going to work out. You arrived on the 2nd floor and looked around. There was a room on the right and on the left, in the middle was a hallway leading somewhere unbeknownst to you. You knocked on the door on the left, the sound of crying could be heard on the other end. The door suddenly swung open and a tall brunette boy stood in its frame, he leaned on it and looked down at you. Eying you....

He had messy brown hair and a growing mullet. His eyes were a deep blue, they were red and had bags under them. Beautiful, nonetheless. They stood out against his sun kissed skin, much darker than the rest of his family. He had scars and bruised, especially on his knuckles. He was wearing baggy basketball shorts, the top of his boxers were visible because he hadn't tied them, he was shirtless. He had a toned 6 pack and big arms with broad shoulders to match. You couldn't help but stare. "Oh! I'm sorry, I thought this wa-" He interrupted you. "You thought wrong, get the fuck out of here. And quit fucking staring, weirdo." He retreated back into his room and slammed the door. 

"What's his problem?" You asked yourself quietly. The crying restarted and you didn't want to disturb him no matter how concerned you were. The door on the right swung open and there stood Lizzy's other brother. "Lizzy's in here." He said, timidly. "Thank you!" you said, cheerfully. He moved out of the way so you could enter. Elizabeth was on the floor with barbies and ponies surrounding her. "Hey Liz, whatcha doin'?" You asked.

Her face lit up when she saw you, "I'm playing with barbies and ponies! Do you want to join?" You sat down and nodded. "Is your brother going to be joining us?" You asked. Her eyes darted over to her brother, "Evan do you want to join?" She asked. "Can fredbear play too?" he asked quietly, Lizzy nodded. 

He smiled softly and sat down. "you know what would be fun?" Lizzy exclaimed, "What?" You and Evan said, in unison. "We should make bubby play!" She yelled. Right at that moment, the door opened, it was Mr. and Mrs. Afton. "Hey guys, having fun?" You nodded and so did Evan. Lizzy shook her head. "Why not, princess?" Asked Mr. Afton, lifting her up. "I want bubby to play but he never listens to me! Make him play!" She demanded. Mr. Afton nodded and sat her down before exiting the room. 

He closed the door, and a light knocking could be heard from the other side. You heard the door squeak and Mr. Afton's muffled voice. "Michael, play with your sister." He demanded. "But why?" Michael asked. "Because I said so, go. Now." the door opened, and Michael entered. 

He said nothing but sat down. His eyes wandered everywhere but you. He tried to avoid your gaze but eventually failed. "Hey," He muttered out. "Hey!" You said happily. "What's up." he responded. "Just been unpacking lately, what about you?" You tried to stay calm despite his attitude. He rolled his eyes. "Nothing." He looked back down. 

Michael's Pov: She looks so pretty; I can't look at her. She'll think I'm weird. Her hair frames her face perfectly, her nose fit her face. All she's wearing is a big T-shirt and some short shorts. Damn...

 Normal Pov: He wouldn't look at you. You felt your stomach churn. "Fuck, I need to throw up." You thought to yourself. "Where's the bathroom?" You asked, quickly. "Just use the one in my room, don't snoop around though." He said, nonchalantly. "K, thanks!" You said, running away. You ran through his room and into the bathroom. You leaned over the toilet as your throat burned, "Fuck," is all you muttered out. 

You returned to the kids room; you couldn't face him. You went over to your bag and grabbed a pill bottle. You opened it and swallowed one. Michael saw. "What the fuck dude!" He exclaimed. "It's nothing, don't worry about it." You reassured him. "You have an eating disorder or some shit?" He asked. "I um... No?" You answered, you weren't convincing enough. 

"Fucking liar..." He muttered. You all fell asleep on the floor, even Michael.