"Living Gays" (Micheal Afton x Reader)

•Chapter 22• [ Its not budging]

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You're sitting in your mom's car as Mike drives. You didn't "steal" in fact your mom neither said yes or no. She just gave dull eyes, Your stomach sunk at the thought of that, your mother. A spark of joy, the party itself.
The fact her eyes had no spark of that at all; Worried you. Do you still remember the photos that stood tall? The photos of the past, the photos that your mom and your aunt, were captured in?

Glancing at Mike you can't help but notice the aggression he has while driving. Except the fact he tried his best to keep his calm and not worry you even more. You saw that Mike kept trying to call his dad. This made your stomach drop every time you heard his phone ring, in case that dull ringtone was answered with a cluck.

"Fuck- William answer.." Micheal mumbled, you turn your head to face him.

Was his father and him not on good
amends-? To the point where he addresses him by his first name??

"Mike..? Why are we heading to your house?" Your voice is shaky, hard to see your aunt dead in front of you while you're trying to stay calm right now. Flashbacks of memories with her bang in your mind. When you visited on break, or when she came over to California instead of you coming to Hurricane.

Oh.. and the sound of her voice, through the phone, when your mother told her they'd stay there; live there.
Your stomach churned and dropped. Knotting itself at the very out of your stomach. You force the thoughts away, Does Fredrick know?

Suddenly the car stops and You snap out of your trance to see Mike immediately get out of the car. Not taking the keys out from the ignition. You almost do the same, but suddenly snatch the keys. Locking the car and running to catch up with Mike.
"Mike.." you pleaded, "why are we here?" You glance up at his house, where William and Micheal's siblings lived,

"Just... follow along, please." Micheal glanced at you. He took your hand and held it. Wrapping his fingers with yours, he forced an affectionate smile.
This caused you to smile as well, how could you not? You had to trust Micheal, cause right now, he's the only one you can trust.

The two of you enter his house, and Micheal shouts.
"DAD?!.." there's no answer.
"BETH?" Micheal shouted for his little sister. Again, there's no answer. Mike opened his mouth to shout something again once more. Until he closed it again.
He won't call his name,
You thought.

"EVAN!" You shout for him, reading his thoughts. Mike quickly turned his head to look at you, then away from your gaze; ashamed.

Who could hate his brother so much, that they can't even mention his name?

There was a small rustling In one of the rooms. Suddenly Micheal perked up and brought himself to take steps forward, following the rustling.

"Evan! It's me! Y/n!" You shout again and right after a THUMP is heard.

You both race through the hallway and push Micheal's door with a loud bang.
A small squeak is heard and Mike opened his closet door. Revealing a small child was dark brown hair, except it was lighter than Micheal's. His light blue eyes widened and he squirmed around. His breathing ragged.

"Evan?!" His name bursted its way out to hug the small child, everything about this child was messy. You knew immediately that this was wrong. From the time you saw Evan, he was always organized. Micheal knew this too, his lips pursed with confusion.