Then everything went black.
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"Becca! Becca wake up!"
My eyes began to flutter open and I saw Michael hovering over me.
"What happened?" I said trying to stand up.
"Well... your dads in jail."
"What?" I said in shock.
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"You called the cops? How could you!"
"Becca he punched you... again. What was I supposed to do?"
"How am I supposed to tell my mom! I never even told her the first time he punched me."
"Well here's the thing... I already called her and she's filing a divorce."
"You did what?"
"Bec I'm sorry... I didn't know what else to do. I had no other options."
"I can't believe you would do that! That's my story to tell and my problem to deal with Michael," I ran upstairs into my room and slammed the door and cried.
I heard a slight knock I on my door.
"Bec, I'm sorry you can't be mad at me for this," Michael sighed, "I had no other choice," I didn't say anything.
I heard him walk away. I felt bad for him, but he shouldn't have done that.
After sitting in my room crying for a few more minutes I decided I should go downstairs.
I made my way to the kitchen where I saw Michael sitting at the table with his head in his hands.
"Hey," I said softly making Michael look up at me. His eyes were slightly red like he'd been crying too.
"Hey," he he said back straightening himself up.
"Listen Mikey, I'm sorry I yelled at you. I just... I don't know," I said making my way over to him sitting on his lap. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his head on my shoulder.
"It's okay, I shouldn't have done that. Bec, I'm so sorry," he said shaking his head.
"Don't be, how long is he in jail?" I asked leaning into him.
"5 years."
"Oh," was all i could get out.
I put my face in my hands and began to cry.
"It's okay," he hugged me closer to him and started rubbing my back.
"Do you wanna go out to get your mind off everything?"
"No. I'm not in the mood. I just wanna sleep."
"Okay. That's fine," Michael continued to hug me and rub my back, comforting me.
"Wait, where are the others?" I asked sitting up and looking around.
"They left last night after the cops got here," he said pulling me back so I was leaning on him again.
"Oh... my head hurts."
"Here, let's get you up to your room. You should get some more rest," he said standing up carefully so I don't fall.
"Okay,"'I said yawning. I was pretty tired after all.
He led me up the stairs and to my room. I crawled in bed and he did the same, wrapping his arms around me.
"I love you Becca Robertson," he whispered in my ear.
"I love you Michael Clifford," I whispered back, closing my eyes.
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When I woke up my head hurt even more than before and I was cold. I turned on my side and Michael wasn't there. I turned to my other side to look at the clock and it read exactly 5:30 pm. I tried to stand up but couldn't my head hurt like a bitch.
I grabbed my phone to call Michael. After 2 rings he answered.
"Hey, what's up?"
"Hey Mikey. Where are you?"
"I'm downstairs, why?"
"I can't get up, my head is killing me. Can you get me some ibuprofen?"
"Yeah. I'll be there in 11.6 seconds," he chuckled before hanging up and I smiled at the random time he said.
"Hey, here's the pills," Michael said walking in.
"Do you feel any better?"
"A little," I shrugged.
"I was just downstairs making dinner for us. Do you think you can eat?" why was he so sweet?
"Maybe later, yeah," I smiled.
I laid in bed for about 20 minutes and became really hungry. I got out of bed surprisingly easily and walked towards the stairs.
Once I got downstairs I saw Michael eating dinner at the table alone. Once he saw me he stood up and jogged over to me. I was struggling to walk so he helped me to my seat.
I sat down and he pushed me in then went to get my food.
He sat a full plate in front of me and my eyes widened.
"You sure do eat a lot, huh?" I laughed.
"Yeah, sorry you don't have to eat all of it."
As I was eating my food Michael kept staring at me so I eventually said something.
"What?" I laughed.
"You're so beautiful," he relied making me blush like crazy.
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(a/n- sorry guys this chapter was kinda short. in the next chapter it'll skip to the day before school.)
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FanfictionChicago to California. It's a big difference. Many obstacles will come around the corner and I know it. But I also know that I can get through each of them, one by one.