I Think I Just Got Your Family Killed

Chapter 13

Heather's Point Of View

Mikey charged into my room, snatching the laptop from my hands. I just sat there and stared blankly, emotions conflicting. I knew what I did was wrong, but I did not want to be punished... Or did I? It felt so strange to want to "serve my time" for what I did. I think I felt... Guilt.

I stared up at him and let tears glide down my face, real ones. Mikey look genuinely hurt and I had truly grown fond of the band, especially him and Frank.

He just scoffed, "Like I would fall for that. Are those the same tears you cried when you were pretending I had terrified you? The little show you put on for my wife?"

I sat down on my bed and hugged my knees to my chest, "I wasn't really lying..."

Mikey started to calm down, sitting on the bed, about to comfort me.

Then, suddenly, his eyes filled with anger and he shot back up, "I can never tell when you are telling the truth or lying! It drives me insane!"

I calmly got up and hugged him. I could not say why I did... It just felt right. He looked even more conflicted than before and I almost felt regret, as if I did something wrong.

But, then he smiled a little and spoke gently, "I really can't stay mad at you now, your little red face that's puffy from crying makes me feel more gloomy than angry."

I peered up at him, straight into his eyes, "I am really sorry Mikey."

He sighed, "It does not matter if you are sorry if you keep doing things like this. Your 'jokes' hurt."

"I really do not intend to, anymore at least. Before, it was a fun way to make others fight, but now... I don't know why I do it, I don't want results. It's just a habit really."

"Such a weird habit. Why can't you like bite your nails or have the urge to comb your hair every five minutes. Those would be much easier to deal with than lying, 'pranking', and screaming at people."

"I'm not a normal girl."

"Whoa... The way you said that... Are you an alien?" Hes mock terror made me giggle and I playfully shoved him.

He stopped laughing and looked at me, "So, how about every time you do something like this... You have to do something you don't like... What do you really not like?"

I frowned, "I don't know. Running? Ah... Chores?"

"How about you have to set the table for dinner, clear the table, and do the dishes every time you prank someone? Sound fair?"

I glared at him, but sighed and gave in, "Fine. Deal."

He grinned at me and laughed, "Hopefully you prank a lot... I really hate doing dishes!" He winked at me and stood up, walking towards my door. When he got to the doorway he turned around, a serious expression on his face, "You know... I really care about you Heather, you are like family now. I am trying to do this for you. Not just to punish you..."

I smiled at him and nodded, "I know, Mikey."

With that, he grinned and walked out.

I frowned as soon as he left the room. Great, four more days of being at Mikey's boring house... And no pranking.

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I am sowry for not updating. Blame my friggin' geometry homework... -_- Although, I found this cool spellchecker online thing so I should be able to update via Ipad, whitch means I'll be able to update more. ^_^ I LOVE ALL OF YOU PEOPLES WHOM ARE READING THIS!!!

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