Loved || mgc

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A week passed. The boys and I were getting closer over time. We'd played games and stuff together. Life seemed to be getting better.

Through all the conversations however, I prayed that one topic wouldn't come up- me going home

I was playing snakes and ladders with Calum. The radio was playing and every few minutes, Luke's voice would be thrown over the house asking Ashton, "Is dinner ready yet?"

And we finally got a reply different to "No."

"Yep!"

"Finally!" Luke yelled.

Ashton came in with a large dish of lasagne, and soon enough we were helping ourselves to it. Calum turned the TV on and some movie was already playing, so we kept watching it.

I was putting in my second serving when Michael hurriedly barged in. He picked up a remote and changed the channel.

"Michael-" Ashton started but was stopped by Michael's raised hand.

Michael was flicking through channels and finally stopped at a news channel. He muted it, I don't know why.

The reporter was on a beach. The beach - the one Lily died on.

Why was there blood all over the sand? Why were there letters in bottles?

I looked at Michael. His eyes widened as they were glued to the TV. He dropped the remote, turned around and ran.

That's it. I'd had enough. I wanted to know how he knew me, and what all of this was.

The dingle of metallic keys sounded - Michael was goung somewhere.

I had to go too.

Without thinking twice about it, I stood up. Luke tried to grab my wrist but he missed. Before the boys could get me I ran to the door which Michael had already exited. He'd left it open.

Making sure he wouldn't see, I sneaked into the back seat, given way by the open window. I curled up and took slow breaths, praying he wouldn't notice me.

- - -

Unable to see where we were going, I waited in anticipation.

Michael stopped the car and got out. I sat up a little so that I could breathe properly and could see out of the window.

The reporters had left the beach. Blood was splattered on the sand and the letters were there as seen on the news. I counted 4 letters in bottles.

Michael ran towards a woman climbing the bridge. She was wearing a black cloak, covering her body entirely, except her hair and eyes.

He gabbed her and pulled her back avoiding her from climbing the bridge.

He put his hands on her shoulders and she looked around to see him. Michael tried to talk to her, but it seemed like she was trying not to listen. She escaped his grip and began running in the opposite direction, which happened to be the direction of the car.

She let the cloak go, exposing her face and her clothes.

I couldn't believe my eyes.

She was wearing my mum's blue ripped skirt and olive shirt. Her face told me just who she was - my own mother.

I was stunned. My eyes were glued onto her face so well that I didn't notice Michael was running after her. When I noticed, I saw he got a glimpse of me.

Shit.

I couldn't do anything now, I'd just have to wait.

My mum was now completely out of sight and Michael slowed down in his tracks before coming to a final stop.

He stood there for a minute to catch his breath, before picking all 4 letters in bottles up from the ground.

He walked towards the car, carrying the glass bottles in one arm. I kept myself ducked just in case he hadn't seen me. Once again I slowed my breaths.

My breath hitched when he opened the door. He sat in the front seat of the car and closed the door, then placed all of the bottles into the dashboard.

For a minute, he didn't say anything.

"What are you doing here?" He said.

Shit. He knew.

I slowly got up and sat in my seat. He eyed me through the backview mirror.

I looked down at my hands and began fidgeting with my fingers.

"What are you doing here?" He repeated a little louder, and this time he turned around to look at me. I looked at him.

I was not a little girl who'd just made a mistake like he was treating me. I was justified.

Anger filled my lungs and I exhaled red hot words.

"If you think that after knowing me, expecting me to trust you for everything, and now knowing my mother, that even then I'm not going to follow you-"

"So you just want to know how I know so much?" He cut me off.

I paused.

"Yes." I stated firmly. "And what exactly just happened here with mum."

He looked back to the front in his normal position. He took a deep breath before exiting the car.

What's he doing now?

I observed his actions whilst sitting alone in the car. He started pacing around the car.

I sat as I watched him circle the car repeatedly.

Fifteen minutes passed. I decided to get out of the car.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

He didn't make a different move; simply continued his pacing.

When he finally came over to where I was standing, I pushed my hands out to stop him moving on.

Inertia acted on him as he bounced backwards a little, finally coming to his senses.

"Huh?" He looked at me. How much cuter could he get than when he's confused?

"What are you doing?" I repeated.

Information seemed to process slowly in his mind as he blinked a few times and exhaled with mouth in a perfect 'O' shape, letting it make a small noise.

He walked over to the front passenger seat and opened the door for me. He then went to sit in the drivers seat.

Once we both were seated, I waited for him to speak. We both looked out at the beach in front of us.

A loud ringtone sounded, abruptly breaking the silence in the tense air. Michael pulled his phone out of his pocket. I peered over and saw 'Ashton' written at the top, with a cute picture of Michael and Ashton underneath.

Michael answered. "He-"

"IS SHE WITH YOU?" Ashton yelled, so loud that it sounded like the phone was on speaker.

"Yes I am, calm down!" I laughed, leaning in towards the phone.

"She's with me and she's okay." Michael reassured.

The call ended.

"Lucy, what I'm about to tell you will definitely take you by surprise." He finally said.

And now I shut my mouth, ready to hear what I'd been waiting for for ages.