Safely // M.C.

Daddy? (22)

Michael pulled the car up to my driveway and turned it off. We both went inside and plopped onto the couch.

I noticed that I still wore his shirt. It came about mid thigh and fit me well. I hated showing my legs since I broke it off with Michael.

"So, how was the tour?" I asked, awkwardly.

"It sucked. The shows were fun and all, but all the interviews and early mornings was terrible." He complained. I nodded.

I groaned and remembered that I had work today. I didn't wanna leave thid spot.

"Ugh, I gotta go to work." I suddenly saw his face turn red of anger.

"You can tell them to fuck off. You're not going back until they fire that dude." He said between gritted teeth.

"Michael, something has to pay the bills. I can just ignore him." I offered, Michael was not amused.

"I don't trust him." He said, I didn't trust him either.

"It'll be okay." I assured him. He didn't buy it.

"He was hurting you." Michael said, his anger growing. I knew that he was close to exploding.

"He wasn't. I'm fine." I said, standing and pulling his shirt down against my hips.

"I saw the bruises on your hips." I was hoping he wouldn't say that. But, I guess they were obvious.

"Michael. I can protect myself. I promise." I whispered, he shook his head.

"It's just weird to see you like this. It's weird to see you by yourself. It doesn't feel right to me." He exploded.

I edged closer to him, I hugged him tight. I wrapped my arms around his neck and stayed on my tiptoes. He hugged me back. He was shaking.

I held tighter.

"I know, I know. I love you Michael. But, I'm strong by myself." I told him, pulling away from the hug and wiping the single tear off his face.

"I love you Julianne. I love you so much." He whispered, placing his head on my shoulder. I rubbed the back of his neck and then we said our goodbyes.

"Call me if you need anything." He said, before walking to his car and getting inside before pulling out my driveway.

"Please don't go." I whispered. I truly didn't want him to go, but he did. I then walked upstairs and took a shower before slipping on my black ripped jeans and my Slipknot shirt.

I shoved my nametag through the fabric and drove to work. I then, arrived and got out.

I hesitated before opening the door and going inside. Isaac stood at the counter.

"Julia-" he began.

"Don't." I replied, putting my bag into the backroom. I then started to clean up the dressing rooms and things. I felt like someone was watching me. I turned and he was there.

I was suddenly shoved in the dressing rooms. Me and Isaac were the only ones here.

"Take your clothes off." He told me. I didn't listen. I stayed there.

"Dammit, take them off." He said, then pulled my shirt over my head. I caught his hand as he went for my jeans.

"Isaac, get your hands off me." I told him, but he unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down to my ankles. He then began go unzip his jeans.

Sudedenly, the dressing room door opened and there he stood. My father.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" He yelled at Isaac. He didn't say one word before my father punched him.