-[Chloe PricexReader]- All Over Again ~Life Is Strange~

Chap 30: Michael

A/N: So, I found out that not writing this, actually made me feel worse. So I guess one week was enough for me already. Also, I really want this to progress because the way I ended the last chapter was just so, 'uncomfortable'. So here's a new chapter I guess. :D

   You laid there on the ground, watching as your brother's body lay limp on the foyer, twitching once before it is unable to have anymore movement. Lips agape, Chloe looks at the gun in her hand which sent the fatal bullet that plunged into Michael's heart. You climbed over to Michael, you arms trembling as you support you whole weight on the the tip of your hands. Slowly, you approached him. A puddle of blood now formed under his body, you fingers grazed against the back of his head, tears brimmed above your waterline as you could almost see his soul ascending from his body.

  "Michael, get up. Michael... Please...'' You shook him lightly on the shoulders, seeing him not even flinch you broke into tears. Chloe dropped the gun as it landed on the grass. She staggered a few steps back, before she knelt on the grass in front of the weapon she used that took away the life of your brother. You pushed Michael over, you could see some blood streaming out of the corner of his lips, you hugged him tightly in your clutch. Sobbing quietly as as you rocked back and forth with Michael's face on the nape of your neck and you chin resting upon the top of his head. You could smell the familiar stench of the cologne he used on his shirt.

  "Oh Michael..." You sobbed quietly as Chloe stared at her gun. Suddenly, she looks up and reached for her pockets.

  "I-I got an idea, holy shit, this will work." You overheard Chloe, but honestly at this moment all you could think about is that your brother is dead in your arms, accused of selling drugs, and shot by your lover. Dialing a number on her phone, she stood up quickly and paced around as she juggles out a few curse words when the other end wouldn't answer.

  "Come on you hippie, answer the godamn phon- MAX! I need you to- No, you listen to me, this is really import- SHUT UP AND LISTEN." She takes a deep breath "I need to rewind, rewind as far as you fucking can. After you rewind, send me a text, tell me not to bring my gun, please. Do it. NOW- You know what, send it to me and (Y/N), I'm scared my punk ass won't listen and this will happen again... I'm sorry... I can't tell you what happened, all you need to know is that I shot someone... Please, just send it.. NOW-"

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  "Chloe, why are we at our parents house?"

  "We're here to see you deadbeat brother-" Before Chloe could finish her sentence, both of your phones rang at the same time. You took out your phone as Chloe already opens the door.

   Maximoo: DON'T LET CHLOE TAKE HER GUN! SHE SHOT SOMEONE, STOP HER BEFORE SHE DOES IT AGAIN!!

  You remembered that Chloe said she's going to see your brother, you feared that he was the someone she was going to shoot.

  "Chloe! Come back!" You yanked at her sleeve and pulled her back into her truck. As she lands on her seat, she looks at you wide eyed, in anger, maybe also in shock. When did you get so strong? Oh yeah, maybe because she's going to shoot your brother? Maybe.