dirty little secrets

mixed feelings

Michelle's pov:
My legs are beginning to hurt from all of the walking I'm doing. Phillip has had us walking through the woods for hours! It's getting so late, and I'm honestly getting pretty tired.

I told emily I would be home in a few hours, but it's been almost a full day. Now I don't normally feel guilty when I leave emily, but I promised her a day together and that we would work on our troubles.

Phillip has a full team out with us searching for scarlett, I'm beginning to feel slightly terrible that I ever told him that I knew where she was. The poor girl was locked up every hour of the day in that place.

I've been told she's dangerous, but I'm not sure if it's actually true or not.

"When can we turn back!?" I groan.

"When we get her back." Phillip tells me firmly.

"You're the only person who knows what we're looking for here, michelle." He reminds me.

I feel like I'm going in circles. Everywhere I turn is the same, I'm not sure we'll have much luck finding anything in this place.

"I don't exactly know what we're looking for, but I do know that they could've planned this for months, and they've gone by the time we get there!" I raise my voice, becoming slightly annoyed.

I scoff, "I mean, I get it, she's special, but I don't get why you're ķeeping her prisoner underneath your house!"

Suddenly, everyone else comes to a stop, and I turn to see that Phillips eyes are fixed on me. "I'd be quiet if I were you.." he grins.

I shrug, mumbling as I walk to look in the opposite direction, "just saying."

Suddenly, I hear jones's voice, "michelle, what was that!? My dad already hates you!" He whispers.

I roll my eyes, "So let him. I don't give a fuck anymore." I attempt to act like I don't care what Phillip thinks of me when deep down I know that I do.

His words affect me every time I'm at their house.

They stick in my head.

But on the outside, I try not to let it show.

"Look, at this point, I'm not even sure what we're looking for!" I snap at jones.

I'm not sure what's wrong with me. It could be the fact that I'm tired, or it could just be the fact that I haven't had a cigarette all day.

I never snap at jones, and when I do, I do t mean to. I guess I'm just annoyed that I dragged myself into this mess.

Emily's pov:
Michelle has been gone all day. She promised she would only be a few hours, but it's currently past midnight, and she's still not home.

I'm laying in bed, staring at the ceiling, and I just feel a little alone.

She does this all of the time. She'll disappear for hours on end, no text, no call, and then she'll just turn back up when she's ready.

I'm so sick of her excuses for leaving me.

Mabye, I do have a small thing for summer... but if michelle were ever here I think things would be different. Although nothing more can happen between summer and I, the feelings I do have won't just go away.

My thing for her isn't big, it's just a small crush it's not like I want to actually be with her or anything...

I am getting slightly worried about michelle. It's really dark out, and I have no idea where she is. She told me to stay in the house and not leave. She sounded quite serious, but I'm not sure why she would say that.

I haven't gotten a wink of sleep since I came to bed, I decide to head downstairs  for some fresh air. I don't know why I worry so much, michelle dies this a lot and she's always fine, but this time I just have this feeling that something is wrong.

I stand at the back door, lighting up a cigarette as the cold breeze of the night hits my body.

I take a puff from the cigarette, blowing out the smoke before flicking the Ash onto the floor.

After taking a few puffs, I instantly feel relived, even though I do feel better now, without michelle by my side, I'm not sure I'll get much sleep.

I just wish she would talk to me and tell me what's going on...