MICHAEL'S POV
What the fuck. Mary and Luke.
What the fuck. I thought she is different. I thought that he was different.
I got mad and just drove away.
Why the fuck would they be like this. I got so mad, that I took out my phone, and called.
"Hey Stacy. What are you doing right now?"
"Hey Mikeyy, nothing, wanna do something?"
"Hm, sure, I'll come and pick you up, cya."
"Okay, byebyee"
I pushed my nails into the steering wheel and felt anger. Just what the fuck.
I already saw Stacy's house and decided to call her to come outside.
"Hey, I'm here."
"Heyyy, you can come in, my parents aren't home until tomorrow"
"Hm, sure"
MARY'S POV
Shit, Michael must have thought, that me and Luke. Even though Luke tried to kiss me, I blocked him, apologized and told him, that don't feel this way towards him. He understood that, and respected me.
So we talked about stuff. I told him about Stacy, Seth, everything. And he was so supportive.
"Mary, it all will be okay. I will talk with Michael and tell him, that we just talked here. And if you're worrying about him and Stacey, he couldn't do anything like that. He isn't like that."
"Yeah, I hope that everything will be okay. Mikey seems like a good guy."
MICHAEL'S POV
As I lied next to Stacy, we being naked, I felt wrong.
But who cares? Right?
She is happy with Luke and I'm happy with... any girl.
MARY'S POV
Luke just went home, because I have to clean the whole house. My parents are coming back from their vacation tomorrow.
I cleaned the house for 2 hours, while blasting My Chemical Romance and All Time Low.
It's weird to say that, but it was fun to clean.
It's Saturday night. Would it be depressing, if I went to bed this early?
Yeah, didn't guess so.
I set my alarm to 8:00, because my parents should arrive at 9:30.
I woke up to the alarm beeping loudly.
Ugh, and this is how my week of freedom ends.
I changed my Pj's, made my bed, put my hair in a bun and went downstairs.
I decided to do some pancakes, so my mom and dad would have something to eat, when they arrive.
The time turned 10:30 when I finally heard the door open.
"Hey, mom and dad, how was the trip?" I yelled from the living room.
didn't get answer and heard sobbing from the corridor.
I got up and saw mom crying her eyes out in there. And she was alone.
"Um, mom, are you okay? Where's dad?" I asked carefully.
"WELL WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK?" she yelled at me, "Your dad left me for a young chick."
"What?! Do you want some water?"
"Fuck you and your water. It's all your fault."
As she had said that, she stood up and next thing, I felt a hot stinging slap on my cheek and fell down.
I couldn't do anything, as I felt kicks in my stomach. I cried. I just cried.
I couldn't scream for help. I was just down there, crying.
When she finally stopped, I ran upstairs to my room, still in pain.
I didn't know what to do anymore.
Michael is mad at me.
My dad left my mom.
And my mom.. She is abusing me.
This really can't get anymore shittier.
I realized, that my phone was ringing, and I picked it up.
Michael...
"Hey Michael, I wanted to say that I'm sorry, that what you saw yesterday, me and Luke, we're just friends and we were talking and..."
"I'm sorry Mary.."
He was sobbing.
"What's wrong, Michael?"
"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..."
"Michael, what did you do?"
I felt how my stomach was turning itself around and my throat was getting dry.
"Michael....?"
"I slept with Stacy"
I felt how my eyes were filled with tears. I didn't say anything.
"I'm so sorry, I..."
I ended the call and just locked my room door and layed down on my bed.
Now I'm sure, that it can't get any worse.
Notes
Ugh, the first day of school was really bad and I kind of got my emotions out in this chapter.
I hope you liked it, and comment and rate it, if you want to.
CYAAAA
xo
