Just A Girl | Sequel

Chapter 14 - You're My Girl

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A sign passed by reading "Come back Soon!" The taxi continued to drive down the road. You placed your earbuds in leaning back against the seat of the car. You instinctively placed your hand on your baby belly feeling the smoothness. It's just the two of us.

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"He's dead why can't you get that through your head!" Henry raised his voice, which he never does. This made you flinch back. "He's not dead! He's still somewhere out there!" You shouted back at anger. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, Henry giving up on Mike?

"I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going back to Victoria."

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And so that's how you got here standing right in front of the apartment of Victorias. You knocked on the door holding a small bag of clothes and simple necessities really. After a couple of minutes you were greeted by Victoria. Her eyes immediately widened. "Y/n!" she smiled joyfully pulling you into a hug. "My my look who's showing up." she glanced down at your baby bump smiling.

You tried to force a smile but as Victoria redirected her gaze towards yours she knew immediately something was wrong. Her smile dropped as she saw you break down immediately dropping your bag. She didn't hesitate to wrap your arms around you letting you cry into her shoulder.

This was a different kind of pain for you. The months passed, your mind constantly thinking back to Michael. Back to the memories. You sat on the sofa of your apartment, your depression hitting you like a pile of bricks. The only thing keeping you going was the baby girl growing inside of you. The last bit you had of Michael.

You flipped through the pages admiring each polaroid. Your fingers grazing over Michael on each one. A soft smile curved on your lips before tears streamed down your cheek.

You closed the book and placed it somewhere on the sofa resting your head against your hand. You've never felt this broken before. Never felt this kind of pain.

You could still smell Michael's lingering cologne mixed with his scent in the bedroom shared. Some of his hoodies and crew necks still had his scent, yet you were afraid to wear any of his clothes afraid his scent would leave. Afraid you wouldn't remember his voice, his laughter, his scent, his warmth. It was all too much for you. It hurt worse when Henry didn't even bother to come with you. It was selfish to pick a dumb restaurant over your well being.

It wasn't until you fully broke down as you saw the vows he had wrote down.

I use to think you were just a girl. Just another girl I had feelings for. Maybe it was just a small crush and younger me didn't know how big that crush would become. How fast my feelings grew.

Today I stand before you, ever since the day we met I knew I was committing my life to you. And despite the changes we had.. despite the pain we've been through you were always more than just a girl Y/n. You were my girl. My pretty girl always.

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Heavy footsteps stepped against the hard wet concrete. Rain poured, thunder growling in the mountains. Michael clung onto his stomach as his skin turned an abnormal color. He could feel his body growing weaker with every passing time. He walked in the two double glass doors wearing a bear mask and the uniform for the new restaurant Henry had made.

"I better make it out of here." Michael stood before Henry. "I need to be with her. I should be with her!" Michael raised his voice his fists clenching to his sides. He had done all the dirty work Henry had asked him to.

"You will. I just need you to set the place on fire." Henry spoke firmly. Michael glared at him. "I can't believe you let her leave. I can't believe you lied to her.. she must be suffering all alone. Don't you have the slightest bit of sympathy?!" Michael raised his voice again. He felt his heart pounding against his chest. He was still breathing and living, despite the animatronic pieces lingering in his system.

Maybe he had looked a bit terrifying. A walking corpse perhaps. But he still needed to see you. No. He needed you.

"This has to be done. One more animatronic and it's done." Henry pointed toward the back room door. Michael had grew to hate these things. He heavily sighed nodding his head before walking over to the back room. He slowly opened the heavy door. The room was eerie enough. Only one wooden table two chairs on either side.

But as soon as his eyes laid on the withered Circus Baby animatronic, both his rage and sadness came back. He clenched his fists again before closing the door. The darkness enveloping them as the light bulb turned on. Michael stared straight at Circus Baby. It took all his last bit of control not to smash the animatronic into pieces.

He couldn't help but mumble curses on himself as he prepared the experiment. He hated doing these but it needed to be one. Either way, it was the last one.

He laid back against his chair clicking through the cameras of the vents before Henry spoke in the walkie talkie. All the customers had gone and Henry closed the doors and windows. "We're ready."

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