Ends With You (A Michael Clifford FanFic)

Chapter 89

Michaels POV

Once again I found myself lying in the dusty old bed, trying to ignore the fact that my worst enemy was in the bed right across from me. The moon was shining right onto my bed out on of the barred windows. I sighed angrily and pushed myself out of bed, going over to the window. I could never get any sleep in here. I would never be able to sleep as long as I knew Sarah was out there alone... laying in bed alone... what if she was crying right now?

" Damn." I said, punching the wall.

" You know.. You can sleep. She'll be fine without you." Becca said, facing away from me.

" What do you know?" I snapped at her, sitting on my bed, my head hitting the wall.

" I just know.. she's a strong girl... and her love for you is even stronger." she whispered.

" Excuse me?"

" You heard me."

" I know... I just can't believe that something nice came out of your mouth..." I said.

" Yeah don't get used to it." she chuckled.

Sarah's POV

Just like every night since mich was in jail... I couldn't sleep. Not even for a second. I was so scared for him... what if he was being treated horribly or he was cold... or lonely? All these things were running through my mind at once. I needed to take a walk to clear my thoughts. Since it was starting to get cold in Sydney I grabbed my jacket and slipped out the door quietly, not wanting to wake up the others.

I walked down the sidewalk.... softly humming to myself as I went. The air was crisp and cold, freezing my nose and hands, my breath forming to mist in front of me. As I walked through the now quiet city the memories of me and Michael played in my mind as I passed each place. I didn't realize it but tears were rolling down my cheeks. It was getting harder and harder to be me these days. Since me and Michael had been going steady for almost 2 years... the girls were starting to get more and more frantic, trying to get us to break up. There were thousands of rumors going around, and even more girls were sending me threats. Not to mention my friends, everytime one of the couples had a fight I had to help them fix it and it was getting a little irritating.... oh and the love of my life is in jail and his career is going down the drain by the minute, what a great life right? Wrong.... I kicked an empty can down the sidewalk, my hands shoved deep into my coat pockets, the cold starting to get to me, so I headed back to the house.

When I got to the house... I had a strange urge to check the mail. I knew if I didn't I'd be tossing and turning all night. I back tracked to the mail and opened the mailbox, surprised to find a letter. I pulled it out and leaned against the mailbox. On the front was the initials MI inscribed nicely in cursive... woah wait.... M....I....Oh no. I clutched the letter to my chest tightly and looked around, suddenly getting the chills. I ran inside the house, locking the door behind me. I hung my coat up and plopped down onto the couch, slowly opening it.... afraid of what I was going to read.

Dear Bitch

Well we heard Michaels in jail for what we did :) Well that wasn't exactly our goal but this works to... as long as he's away from you were happy. Were pretty surprised you don't know who this is.. It's pretty easy to figure it out. Or maybe not for you because your dumb as hell. Well we just wanted to let you know were done with trying to get rid of you, you have to many people always surrounding you and frankly were just tired of plotting and wasting our time on you.

Have a good life with your jail husband

Hate, MI

It wasn't easy to figure out who it was... MW? That could mean anything. M...I.....M...I?M...I...., MI?! Then it hit me. Oh my god! Why didn't I realise it before!