Old scars

Chapter 11

Mike's Pov

"Bye Mike. I would promise you would see me again, but I can't give a promise I can't keep."

The words echoed through my head. I can't believe she's gone. It had been a little over two weeks  since she went back to her dad. I had barely left my bunk, how was I supposed to get the strength to move when the love of my life is gone. The others were upset, mostly Vic, Kellin and me though. Tony is worried about her, even though he doesn't show it, he's clearly upset. I have spent my nights looking through online news reports from the area she's from, hoping to find something about her. Vic is about as persistent as me in finding out, and we take shifts looking for her. Right now I'm supposed to be sleeping and Vic and Kellin are up.

I decided to get out of bed and actually do something, if Maria didn't love me enough to stay, then so be it, I'll just go fuck a groupie. Yeah, I think I will actually. I pulled out my phone. Now let me see, who can I call... Crystal...no too slutty, Brandi.. She's dead, Melanie... Eh, not today, I'm not drunk enough. I scrolled all the way down, but I stopped at a familiar name. The name that was haunting my dreams.
Maria. My thumb hovered over the number. Should I? Fuck it, I pressed the button and held the phone to my ear. An agonizing silence filled my head, every now and then being interrupted by the dial tone. Finally someone picked up, only, it wasn't Maria.

"Hello, who is this?!" Boss' voice called.
Fuck, he can't know it's me, he'll find me and make me pay, real good. I just stayed silent, seemingly annoying him more.

"I swear to god if this is that no good boy from the states, I will find you and give your whole family a selection of Colombian neckties!" He seethed. How hadn't he figured out it was me yet, didn't she save my number? Oh, maybe she used Whiskeyhands instead of Mike. That would make sense actually, considering I have her as Twinkletoes on almost everything.

"My daughter is home now and you will never put your filthy paws on her again, do you understand?!" He asked. Even though I'm pretty sure it was rhetorical, I decided to answer anyway, just to piss him off even more.

"Yes sir!" I said in the best country accent I could do. I heard screaming and yelling from the other side before I hung up.

I walked out into the lounge and sat down next to Jaime and Tony who had joined the lovely couple on the couch.
They all looked at me weirdly, they must have heard my 'conversation' with Boss.

"Pack up boys, we're going to Mexico!"

Maria's Pov

Everything was crumbling around me. I felt like I had been chewed up and spit out again. Nothing cheered me up, nothing made me smile. I was supposed to be strong, independent, I wasn't supposed to need anyone. But Mike Fuentes changed that. I can't live without him, he was my lifeline. So now I find myself, sitting in my room, gun pressed against my temple. Mike always said that suicide wasn't the answer, but in this case, I can't find the other options. I had planned my exact time of death, and the clock was slowly ticking. I switched off the safety and pressed to weapon even harder to the side of my head. This is it, this is how I die.

Just as I was about to pull the trigger, I heard shouting downstairs. Who in the world had the audacity to interrupt my special moment. The voice down stairs sounded suspiciously a lot like a certain raven haired singer. I jumped to my feet and walked toward the door. My slender fingers were securely wrapped around my gun as I walked closer to the door. I crept down the stairs and into the kitchen. There, on the ground, was Kellin pinned down by some of dads men.  He grinned sheepishly up at me.

"Miss, stand back. He's armed!" David yelled. He was my dads right hand and he was super overprotective over me. He twisted Kellins arm further, causing him to groan out in pain. I looked at Kellins  'weapon' and nearly bust out laughing. He had taped a fake weapon to his belt and was trying to reach for it.

"Hey sugar buns." He winked. Everyone looked at him like he just ate a cat, except me of course. I had no idea how Kells convinced Vic to let him come in here, but I understood why he was the best option. Kellin was the only one who looked like someone dad wouldn't trust, plus he knew Vic and Mike too well.

David and the other boy pushed Kellin toward me.

"Here Maria, show this dickbag the door won't you?" Dad smirked. He obviously thought I would kill Kells for calling me sugarbuns. I just nodded and led Kellin to the door. Before he left he leant over and whispered.

"Keep your window open and put a scarf in the corner, we will get you at three, be ready."

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A/N
Really short chapter but I have to brainstorm some more for the next one. Also... MIKEYWHISKEYHANDS IS 31 TODAY☺️☺️☺️☺️

Stay creepy my little creatures