Michael's dad had been leaving the house earlier, and coming home later.
That scared Michael.
He had no idea where his father was, what he was doing, if he was coming back. Coming back alone, or coming back with someone to start a new family with. Someone who would kick him twice as hard as his dad, or someone who might become another victim of his fathers whip.
Two more weeks. Two more weeks until he would be eighteen. He would take the money he'd saved, the clothes in his closet, and leave. He'd move thousands of miles away from his abusive childhood home. He'd find his mother, who might love him instead of beating him.
Michael locked the front door, knowing his dad always came through the back. It was 1 AM, he had a good two hours before his dad came back.
He opened his computer, clicking on the tab he'd been staring at for hours.
Name: Karen Clifford.
Location: Austin, Texas.
Status: single
He looked at the picture, wondering if this was his mother. He had so many questions for her. Why did she leave him? Was he a mistake? Did he do something? Why didn't she love him?
He held his breath and clicked on the green button that read send message.
Michael Clifford: hi, I think I'm your son.
He stayed awake for another hour, staring at the message he couldn't take back. He closed the computer and hid it under his bed before closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep.
Completely unaware of the gunshots coming from down the street. Completely unaware of his dad walking into the house, passing out in the kitchen. Completely unaware the women he thought was his mother read the message two minutes after he closed his eyes.
A/n
ily
~Kaylee
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shooting stars//muke
Fanfiction"When I was little, I thought airplanes were shooting stars. And every night, I wished for a voice." •/•/•/•/• Michael Clifford says nothing, and Luke Hemmings manages a few words. But Michael lives in a world of noise while Luke lives in a world of...
