"Living Gays" (Micheal Afton x Reader)

{2} ~Part 35~ [at least not yet]

TW: Subtle signs of torture, subtle mention/hint of human experiment.

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You watch Elizabeth and Chris answer the questions on the tablet, your mom smiling and waving the two teenagers goodbye. 

It seemed normal, but nothing felt normal, even when Michael's hand hugged yours. Even when there were no clouds in the sky, no kids fighting with Mike, and no angst at every corner, it seemed suspicious, but maybe that was just you being paranoid about the happiness affecting the household.

 You let out a sigh, and Michael raises an eyebrow. "Is something bothering you, love?" 

You promptly shake your head no, "I think your paranoia is passing onto me, that's all." You smile, but Mike takes it a bit seriously. He's learned not to ignore such feelings.

"What do you mean?"

You purse your lips, "I mean... the mysteries are getting to me. Like Vanessa and your dad-"

"he's not my dad." Michael scowled, and you tensed a bit. You would never admit it to his face, but Michael looks like William almost every day.

"Right- sorry, anyway, the suspense of it all is just eating me alive. Like, what if Vanessa truly is your sister!? Where's the story in that- and the nightmares! Oh, and don't get me started on Fredrick, we haven't even started looking for"

"Woah-woah woah! Calm down. OK- we'll go back to looking for him, but don't stress yourself out..."

A sudden small flick of anger coursed through your veins: "Don't tell me what to do."

"I'm not, it's a suggestion."

You pause, letting out a sigh. "Fine, but yes. I'd appreciate it if we started our search for him again. I know  he's not dead,  know it."

Mike rested a hand on your shoulder, "Of course."

Mike's voice lets happiness replace that anger, your mouth slowly forms a crescent moon. "Thank you,"

"There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you." Mike leaned in and gave you a light kiss. It wasn't deep, but it was enough to send you butterflies. 

"Great. Oh, do you think the others would want to help with the search?"

Mike thought to himself for a second, "I'd rather not let them get involved... I don't want them to get hurt."

You nod completely understanding, you hold his hand tighter.

......

"Home," You call out. Evan responds instead of your mother. "Hey, bud! Where's my mom?" 

Evan shrugs, cuddling with a pillow from the couch, "She said she would be back."

"She left you alone?" Michael anxiously pointed out. You furrow your eyebrows. Soon, the little boy felt worried. 

"She said she would be back..."

A sudden fear washed over you, before Mike could say anything to comfort you, you dashed to the kitchen and dialed her phone number. Spinning the dial back and forth like a pinwheel, the phone rang and rang. 

There wasn't an answer, tears began forming, and there was that feeling in your nose that felt like agony. 

"No... No.. no-!" You quickly mumbled, and Mike watched your fearful state. I can't lose another family, I've already lost tía and Fredrick- I can't lose you, Mom, pick up!