"Living Gays" (Micheal Afton x Reader)

•Part 28• [ "hey" ]

Sorry for the absence.. let's just say writer block ain't something to enjoy. But I'm back!

TW:
Cop Sl@nder (?)
Vulgar language

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Your mother holds her head in distraught, the color of her face was completely drained. She gave off worried glances at you, then quickly directed her eyes somewhere else. You brought down your eyebrows, making your face frown.

The lump in your throat was gone, too bad it was replaced by anxiety. Clouding your mind with negative questions. The fraught silence was the loudest thing in the room. Along with the small beep beep beep from the machines.

"William.. Afton?" Your mother mumbles, she looks at you and grabs your hand. "You've been through so, much.." She finally says. Your anxiety fades away, and your shoulders start to hurt. As if it were holding too much wait. You don't know how to respond.. so you simply nod. Trying to keep the burning sensation of tears away.

"My baby.." Your mom already let's her tears fall. She hugs you again, but much more delicately this time. you let your tears fall, and hug your mother. Like a tall child.

"I- I couldn't find Fredrick! Everything has going left to right- everything is just so bizarre now!! I can't tell if I'll ever catch a break to breathe." You sobbed, feeling your body take a sudden deep breath. Might be your last one, you never know.

"It's ok- The Police will find him. We must have trust." Your mother had tried to look on the bright side. But her voice did not give much hope.

"We can't trust the police.. we- we can't tell them anything!" You suddenly pulled away from your mother. Your mother frowned. "Mom- swear you won't say anything! Michael- The news!- They won't be able to rest in a hotel! Everyone will hate them! And the police won't do crap! WE have to do it ourselves! Not- Not some- SOME PIGS!" You suddenly blurted out. Making your mother gasp and scowl. You covered your mouth. You had no idea what came over you, in fact you aren't even sure if your still sane at this point. you aren't sure of many things lately.

She glanced at your mother's face. Grandpa was a police man until he passed away, he was shot on the job.

"Y/n you apologize right now." Your mother scolded, barely keeping in her anger. "I know you've been through a whole lot, and I know how your struggling. I understand your anger, but that was not ok." She glared, sending icy cold stares into your soul. Yet for some reason, more anger only rose in your stomach.

What is going on?! You cried in your thoughts. Maybe, it was simply the brain processing everything that had happen. Finally letting raw emotions and feelings show.

"Understand? UNDERSTAND? MOM. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND SHIT! You have NO idea what I've gone through. You just- I-! I don't even know what to say. But I bet on my life you have never been stabbed by some crazy blonde woman and almost killed by a murderer." You coldly spit out, your emotions flying in and out. Before you could even realize what you'd said, your mother stood up. Her face giving off an angry vibe. Except it seemed like she didn't want blast out like you did.

Even though you regret it. Deeply.

Anger is what you are thriving off.

"We're done. Call me when you calmed down. And you are damn lucky I'm not gonna beat hell out of you." She scowled and whirled her head away to face the door. But before she could turn the knob, before she could even get to the door. It flung open.

A teenage boy with brown hair and tan skin was revealed. With black pants and a brown sweater with some patches burned onto it. Wearing some black & white sneakers, his eyes were glazed with worry and his hair was messier than usual.
"Jones!" Mason exclaimed with worry.