Just A Girl | Sequel

Chapter 5 - Impossible

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You'd think I'd really let you all go that easily? After you ruined my plans, ruined my life.. everything was planned perfectly but no.. you just had to let curiosity get the best of you and couldn't get your nose out of my god damn business.. I should've killed you when I had the chance

- William Afton

Present • Michael's POV

"God Michael where were you? I was worried sick"  she said with concern, pulling me into a warm embrace. I dropped the plastic bag I was carrying and hugged her back "Sorry, I stopped by Henry to check on him." I sighed dozing off back to the conversation him and Henry shared.

Don't disappoint her.

As much as I didn't want to that's all what I'm good for. Disappointing her. Making her heart ache, cry, worry. I hated it. I wanted to be with her every second and every moment of my life. But I feel that it would come to an end. She's not safe with me. Especially when that fucker is still around. Living. Maybe he's somehow half dead. Half alive if that's even possible.

Maybe proposing to her was a mistake. She would be better off loving someone else who isn't as much of a mess as I am. I can be an idiot sometimes. What if I lose control and just end up like my father? What if that's the case when it comes to us having a family..

I have so many overwhelming thoughts, I could feel a bad headache creep up on me. It's too late now. All the shit we went through. It can't be for nothing. I don't think I could bare to see her with another.

"You must be tired from work.." she pulled away cupping my face. I wrapped my arms around her waist still keeping her close to me. I was afraid if I let her go someone could take her. Despite us being in our little apartment, alone. What if he just pops out of nowhere and takes her.

I hummed in response and she examined all the scars on my face that never healed properly from all the high school fights I'd get myself into. I know there were a couple of oil stains and dirt on me. She might be thinking how dirty I look.

"Let me clean you up" she smiled softly going back to the kitchen, where I smelled the warm scent of food she was making. I set aside my sneakers and take off my button up. All I wore underneath was a white tank top and a necklace my mother once gave me. I miss her.

"Damn, if that's your way of flirting with me it's working" she slightly touched my arms, with her hand. The other holding a damped kitchen towel. I smirked "Mm is that so?" I lightly kissed her neck. "Mike.." she whined and pulled away. I chuckled. She removed the dirt and oil I had on my face.

I leaned into her touch, closing my eyes for a moment. I was tired. Very tired. All I wanted to do was snuggle up close to her on our bed and fall asleep in her arms. I didn't feel like eating especially what's on my mind right now. William. Elizabeth. Circus Baby. Freddy's. It all still somehow comes back around to haunt me still.

"There, I'll serve you a plate" she smiled and kissed my cheek, going back to the kitchen. I sat on the kitchen island, watching every move she did. I know she'd be a great mother.