Bad Dreams //mgc

40.

*Michael's POV*

Holy hell. I seriously am at a loss for words. He is one sick bastard. He is even worse than Trevor. Not only did he take advantage of a 15 year old child, and force himself onto her, forcing her to do things she didnt want to do, but he manipulated her, tricking her and practically brainwashing her into thinking it was her own fault, making her feel guilty for things that were not her fault in any way. She could do something about it all now, but he's dying a slow painful death from cancer anyway. To her, that's the best thing she could ask for. She shut him out of her life when she moved away and is watching him die from a distance. She doesn't want to hurt anyone else, so she refuses to tell the family. I don't agree with her, but it's not my place to tell her what to do.

God how long is this thing going to take? I brought Cara to the courthouse and it feels like they've been in there for hours. Isn't this where they show the judge they have sufficient evidence and set a date? My phone buzzes with a text from Ashton

To Michael
How's it going?

To Ash
Still in there

To Ash
I'm going stir crazy

To Michael
Shouldn't be much longer

To Ash
I hope so.

To Michael
How's she holding up? She looked like hell this morn

To Ash
She's ready to get this over with. Last night was rough for both of us.

To Michael
???

To Ash
Long story. Not mine to tell. More demons of the past. I'd like to kill a bastatd rn but karmas doing it for me.

To Michael
Damn. She's been thru hell hu?

To Ash
If u only knew

The doors opened and Cara came out red eyed.

To Ash
They're done. keep u posted

We walked silently to my car and got in.

"Fucking prick is pleading not guilty. Trying to say it was consensual. Trial is 3 months from today," and she looked out her window the rest of the way home.

We had decided beforehand that we were going to come back to my place afterwards to work on her poem. As soon as we parked in my driveway, she got out, slammed the door, and went into the house.

"Hey Cara! How did -"
"I need a beer Ashton," she interrupted. His eyes widened and he hopped up and ran to the fridge. After handing her one, she mumbled thanks, grabbed my hand and led me to my room.

She chugged her beer down really quickly as I ran my hand up and down her back. She let out a loud scream at the top of her lungs, then sat down on the edge of my bed, burying her head in her hands. She took a very deep slow breath then looked up at me, "Sorry, I just really needed to get that out! I feel better now."

"Really?" I asked, stunned.

"Yup! Now where's that poem?"

I got it off my desk, grabbed my guitar and we started working on it together, playing with the words to a melody that came into my head.

Everybody's got their demons
Even wide awake or dreaming
I'm the one who ends up leaving
Make it okay

See a war I wanna fight it
See a match I wanna strike it
Every fire I've ignited
Faded to gray

But now that I'm broken
Now that you know it
Caught up in a moment
Can you see inside?
Cause I've got a jet black heart
And there's a hurricane underneath it
Trying to keep us apart
I write with a poison pen
But these chemicals moving between us
Are the reason to start again.

Now I'm holding on for dear life
There's no way that we could rewind
Maybe there's nothing after midnight
That could make you stay

But now that I'm broken
Now that you know it
Caught up in a moment
Can you see inside?
Cause I've got a jet black heart
And there's a hurricane underneath it
Trying to keep us apart
I write with a poison pen
But these chemicals moving between us
Are the reason to start again.

The blood in my veins
Is made up of mistakes
Let's forget who we are
And dive into the dark
As we burst into color
Returning to life

Cause I've got a jet black heart
And there's a hurricane underneath it
Trying to keep us apart
I write with a poison pen
But these chemicals moving between us
Are the reason to start again.

"Damn that sounds good! We should do this more often!" I tell her when we're finished. "This calls for pizza!!"

a/n: after reading thus far, jet black heart takes on a whole new meaning, doesn't it?

Oh and hey, now that I got through the hardest part of all, feel free to send me a msg! My twitter is @5sos_moms