Jet Black Hair/ Michael Clifford

Chapter 25

Morgan's pov
When I woke up and read Michaels text I panicked.

"Hello?" He said when I called him.

"What do you have to tell me" I rushed.

"Whoa babe calm down can I come over"

"Yeah please hurry"

"I am just please" I heard him sigh heavily "don't have a panic attack before I get there"

"Ok bye I love you"

"I love you too see you soon" then the line went dead.

I sat on the couch and stared at the wall waiting for Michael to get here. When the door opened I ran and threw myself into his arms almost knocking him over. He wrapped his arms around my waist so I didn't fall.

"Michael" I breathed.

"What angel"

"What do you have to tell me" he placed me down and grabbed my hand pulling me to the couch. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket.

"This was on the fridge we found it when you fell asleep" he handed me the piece of paper with a sad look in his eyes.

Dear Morgan,
I'm so sorry but I had to leave. I'll see you when I'm ready. I'm not able to take care of you but your almost 18. Your mothers death was harder than I though it would be.
I love you

So I lost my mother and now my dad is leaving. I couldn't take it anymore. Michael sat there anxiously waiting for me to do something. There was so much weight on my shoulders. I had to deal with my mothers death. My dad just randomly leaving. Brad and Natalie bullying me. The whole school hating me. And Luke Hates me. I felt like I was being crushed. So I screamed. Then I cried tears of frustration.

Michael moved closer and took the note from my hand and placed it on the table. He placed his fingers under my Chin and made me look at him. He wiped away my tears and connected his lips with mine. All my problems slowly faded away. He pulled away and rested his forehead on mine searching my eyes.

"Are you ok" he said caressing my cheek. I sighed and shook my head. There was no point in trying to lie. He would call me out on it.

"I know it seems hard now but I promise you'll get threw it and I'll always be here to help" he softly kissed me.

"Next time your frustrated don't scream" he chuckled. "It won't help" he added laying down and pulling me on his stomach. I wanted to protest it but he placed his hand over my mouth. "Shh" he said removing his hand. I sighed and laid my head on his chest.