Safely // M.C.

Brotherly Love. (12)

He came around the corner and I met his blue eyes. They were the same color as mine. Mine grew wide.

He looked so handsome, with some stubble and his dark brown hair. I stood and started to walk but Michael grabbed my hand.

'It's okay' I mouthed. He let go and walked towards Ben. He took me outside and then hugged me.

I hugged him back.

"How have you been?" He asked.

"How the fuck do you think?" I snapped.

"I know, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, that I haven't been here." He apologized.

"It's okay. So, tell me. What have you been doing?" I asked.

"I graduated college and am going to be an art teacher in the fall."

"Congrats."

"Who's that boy with you?" He asked, talking about Michael. I blushed.

"You like him, don't you?" My face grew redder. He nodded and smiled.

"I don't know how I feel. He makes me happy, but he's going on a summer tour. I don't know if I'm ready for that or not." I had a good point. Was I ready to go on a tour with someone I've literally only known for three months?!

"Well, he looks like a nice guy,"

"He's brilliant." I managed to say.

"So...how's dad?" He asked, I shook .y head.

"Me and him got into it last week and he busted my lip and bruised my face. Michael helped me out."

"Son of a bitch, when will he ever leave?! He doesn't even live with us, why is he still married to mum?!" He yelled, hid face filling with anger. He was right.

We hugged one more time and then both went inside. I went back to Michael and sat beside him.

He looked down at me and mouthed, 'you okay?' I reassuringly nodded.

Ben sat beside me and then it happened. The door bursts open and in comes my drunk father.

"You son of a bitch." He yelled, into the kitchen before I heard my mother scream. Everyone stood in horror and I ran to the kitchen.

I saw her laying on the floor, holding herself.

My father held a baseball bat in his hand. He held it back to swing again and I grabbed it into my hand.

He got angry and I lost my grip. He swung it at me and hit my in my stomach. I fell to the floor coughing.

Ben punched him and climbed on top of him. My father hit him one time and knocked him completely out.

I then heard Michael grunt and suddenly, my father was pinned on the ground with Michael on top of him.

My dad didn't go down without a fight. He kicked and punched Michael, but Michael didn't stop.

I found my strength and I stood. I got behind Michael and used my strength to break up the fight.

"Julianne, get off." Michael said between gritted teeth.

He had never used my full first name before. It scared me.

I pulled harder until he gave in and got off. Everyone stood around in horror, before looking at my dad and then Michael.

"Get him out." Mom said to Ben. Ben was now back awake and he did as she said.

He reached my dad's hand but my dad snatched himself away before standing and removing himself.

Everyone left after that. We were all alone, me and my family.

Mum just had some bruises and so did I. But other than that, we were fine.

"Do you want me to stay tonight, Mum?" I asked. She shook her head.

"Ben is here, you two go and help fix Michael up." She answered. Michael said nothing the entire ride home.

He frightened me right now, so I didn't either. When we arrived, his mother flipped and asked me what happened. I told her and she apologized.

We then went to Michael's room. He sat on the bed, whilst I wet a damp cloth and came back.

I sat in his lap and straddled his waist. He grunted when I did this.

I touched the cloth to his eyebrow, where my father hit him with his wedding ring.

He winced, causing me to pull away quickly but he grasped my thighs tightly.

I then, continued to clean him up. I wiped away the blood of his lips, remebering what he did when that was me.

"Why did you do that?" I asked, looking directly into those big green orbs.

"He hurt you." He said, becomIng calmer just at the sound of my voice.

"You scared me, back there." I said, his eyes suddenly grew sad.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you," He said, I hugged him and he winced as my hand hit his shoulder.

"Take off your shirt," I demanded. He did so and winced as it hit his shoulder. When he got it off, his collarbone was covered in blood and had a cut on it, from my dad's ring.

"Damn, Michael." I said, putting the cloth on it. He looked at me.

I stood and took out a bandage from the first aid kit that he had and some alcohol and some tape.

I took out the alcohol swab.

"Don't. It's gunna burn." He begged like a child. I knew what I needed to do. Distract him.

I laid the swab down and before he could wince, I places my lips onto his.