*this chapter is somewhat based off of my queen's song. Y'all should go and have a listen. If you don't like her then don't listen. Have a good day kids*
Y/N
Michael has been acting odd. Yes, I understand that he's a psychopathic murderer, but that's besides the point.
There's just some days where he comes home from the asylum and he's a Tumblr boyfriend, you know, he'll act so freaking cute that he would just make me cry and realize how lucky I am to have him with me every step of the way.
But there are other days where he'll come and I'll be nothing more than a quick fuck to him. And those were the days were I wouldn't feel so happy.
Currently, I was sitting on my bed. Waiting for my angel. Ironic. Today I was praying that he was the Mikey I know and love. I was just about ready to give up and not wait for him, until I heard my front door open.
I lightly smiled and bit my lip in excitement. I got out of my bed, put on my slippers and ran down to my baby.
I skip the last step of the stairs and run over to the blonde boy. He looks over at me and sighs while he turns around to face the wall. "Michael?" I gently tap his shoulder and I quickly flinch away when he turns around and gives me a cold stare.
"Jesus, Y/N. What do you want!?" He yells, causing me to gasp. He has never spoken to me like this, much less yell at me. "I'll have you know that I missed you. But apparently you don't care so I'll just leave you alone!" I retort with the same tone he used on me. I was acting like a strong woman, but on the inside I was just about ready to let it all out and ask him to hold me in his arms like he always would.
I was looking at him from the corner of my eye. He stood there with no emotion on his face, but something told me that he felt an impact with my words. This is what I get for falling for someone like him, even though there is nobody in this world that was even close to being like him. He was one of a kind. And there is nothing more valuable to me than having him
I slowly walked upstairs and looked at myself in the mirror and took a deep breath. I wasn't going to let him break me down, and as much as I want to hate him, as much as I want to yell at him. It wasn't possible, because I loved him too much.
I keep a steady gaze with myself in the dirty mirror of mine, as I look at myself, I wonder how just one person can have such a huge effect on me. Not only in a positive way, but also a not so very positive way.
I shake my head in disapproval and scoff, not to anyone in particular, but at myself. If my 15 year old self saw the 19 year old me, she'd be very disappointed. But 15 year old me never knew what love was.
I snap out of my trans and come to the realization that Michael was still downstairs, most likely at least. I contemplate going downstairs or not. I thought of a good enough reason to go down before deciding that I 'needed to take my vitamins'.
I creep downstairs quietly to Michael sitting against the wall with tears streaming down his beautiful porcelain skin. And in that moment I knew that I never wanted to see him in pain, even if he was being a huge dick.
I quickly run over to him and take him in my arms and kiss his head repeatedly. "Mikey, what's wrong?" I whisper, also being on the verge of tears. I mean, when the love of your life cries then you can't help but feel a little crushed yourself.
He lets out a shaky breath and wraps his arms around me tightly, like if he was afraid to let me go. I didn't question it.
"Baby girl, I'm so so fucking sorry. " he whispers in between tears. Even though I did want him to apologize, I didn't want him to cry. I shook my head and wiped his tear stained cheeks and kissed his salty lips.
"Why were you being like this?"I whisper against his lips.
"I was being paranoid. I kept thinking you were gonna leave me." He says while putting his hands under my-his sweater and rubbing my bare back.
"Don't ever, not ever in a million years think I'm ever gonna leave your side." I say while looking into his forest green eyes. He nods and pulls me in for a sweet kiss.
He gently pulls me onto his lap and continued to kiss me. He pulled his lips away from mine and started leaving soft wet kisses down my neck causing me to moan.
"I wanna make love to you."He says, his voice laced with love. I've always wanted him to make love to me.
I wanted him to kiss every inch of my body, I wanted him to tell me sweet words, I wanted him to make me feel special. Even though he already does that, it would be different if we made love.
"Yes Mikey, make love to me." I plead and tug on his soft blonde locks. He nods and wraps my legs around his waist and walks to my room.
He removes his clothes and mine slowly, making sure to tell me how beautiful I am. Michael removed my bra and kissed my bresties sweetly, causing a moan to erupt from my mouth.
"Baby girl, you're my everything. I just want you to remember that." He reminds me for about the 100th time, but I never get tired of hearing it. He slowly spreads my legs and kisses me one last time before slowly thrusting into me.
"Fuck, baby girl I love you so damn much." He moans into my ear, causing me to moan because his voice sounded too damn sexy.
"Mikey, I'm really close." I whimper, wrapping my arms around his neck tightly.
"Me too, angel. Let it all out." We both release and he pulls me close to him.
"I love you, baby. I love you so fucking much." He says and kissed my forehead.
"I love you more, my angel." I whisper and kiss his milky chest.
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Hope y'all enjoyed this update. Like I said, this chapter was based off my queen Ari's song. I suggest listening to it, it's such a beautifully written song. Anyway, have a good day/night. Don't forget to comment cuz I love reading them.
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