Stepbrother

Breaking Walls

I surprisingly sleep through the whole night, and well practically. I wake up to a cold liquid being dumped directly on my face. 

I jump up and gasp in shock "Michael, what the hell!" I cry and smack his neck. He pretends I had hit the life out of him and falls back choking on air. I roll my eyes unamused and lay back in bed putting a pillow over my face.

"Wake up sleepy head, it's already 1:30." He says chucking a pillow at my side. I quickly sit up and see all my boxes already unpacked.

"Who unpacked everything?" I ask looking around at all my things scattered around my new room.

"Well, everyone but you." Michael smirks. I roll my eyes then jump up out of bed. I look around and grab some clothes and walk into the bathroom. I strip and jump into the shower and stand under the hot water just enjoying it for about ten minutes. My mind wanders back to New Mexico and all my friends. 

My heart begins to sink as Im hit with the fact that I'm probably never going to see any of my friends again. I feel my cheeks begin to heat up and tear roll from my eyes. I cry for about a minute before I feel the water turn cold against my skin and I jump out of the shower.

I dry off and put my under wear and bra on, I jump when I hear the door handle rattle.

"Hurry up, I need to shower." Michael complains on the other side of the door.

"Well, I hope you like cold water." I smirk and pull on a black short sleeved v-neck and some white ripped denim shorts. 

"Your kidding right?" He groans and I open the door walking past him.

"Nope." I smile innocently and sit down at my vanity.

"You suck." Michael says playfully rolling his eyes.

"Actually, I prefer swallowing." I wink and turn away from him. Michael raises his eyebrows laughs and bit and walks into the bathroom.

I giggle fairly proud with myself and begin to dry my hair and plug my phone into my speaker. I blast the music and sing along to all the songs that pop up. 

After finishing my hair, leaving it in its natural beachy waves, I start on my makeup. I decide to go for a lighter look and just do some foundation and mascara. 

After I'm satisfied with my apparence, I turn up the speaker even more and start dancing along to the music. I swing my hips and grind against the air. 

"Do you like the way I flick my tongue or nah? Or nah?" I sing along and seductivly dance around until I hit a solid warm body. 

I squeal and start to fall back wards as I'm turning around, a firm grip tightens around my waist stopping me from falling. I look up and my eyes met with Michaels blue-grey eyes. My cheeks turn bright redux I realized I'm still pressed up against him.

"Oh, uh, I'm sorry I didn't see you there." I finally manage to squeak out.

He just smirks, ruffles my hair, and walks past me. Woah um excuse you, bitch don't touch my hair. I give him a look of disgust and run my fingers through my hair.

"You assaulted the Queen." I try to keep a straight face as I turn to scold him.

"My bad, please for give me your highness." Michael plays along and bows down to me. I smile and playfully put my foot on top of his shoulder.

"Now my slave, fetch me food." I giggle, but my laughs turn into screams when Michael grabs my ankle and flips me over onto the ground. Before I can react I find myself pinned under a pleased looking teenaged boy.

"Who's the boss now?" Michael chuckles looking down at me.

"I mean, that never changed." I smile and bring my knee up into his groin. I am rewarded with him groaning in pain and falling back off me. I laugh and run out of the room before he could catch me again.

I walk into the kitchen and see my mom laughing with Greg I watch from around the corner. It's been along time since I've seen her laugh like that. Actually, I've never seen her happier. I smile a but and walk into the kitchen.

"Hi, sweetie!" My mom gives off a radiant smile.

"Hi, mom" I smile back and sit down at the kitchen counter.

"I made French toast earlier,  want me to heat it up for you?" She asks already getting up not waiting for my answer. 

"Yes please." I say and turn to see Michael walk in glaring at me. I hold back and laugh and look down at my phone. I sigh and delete all the messages from classmates questioning me about where I went and why'd I leave. All my friends were mad at me for not telling them I was leaving so soon.

Maxie pawed at my leg distracting me from negative thoughts. I pat her head and watch my mom serve Michael and I French toast.

"Thanks mom." Michael and I say at the same time. Did Michael just call my mom, mom? No way I'd call Greg my dad, ever. Sure he was a cool guy, but he isnt my dad. I stare at him in awe not realizing I was staring until Michael spoke.

"Take a picture they last longer." He says not looking away from his plate slightly smirking. My cheeks flush and I begin to eat. 

I slip a couple pieces to Maxie before washing my plate and putting it in the dishwasher. I walk over and pick up Maxie's leash.

"Mom, I'm taking Maxie for a walk." I yell up the stairs towards her room.

"Thats fine, but take Michael so you don't get lost." She calls out.

 I can feel Michael smirking behind me. I roll my eyes and sigh, my walks were my alone time I used to escape everything. Bringing Michael along would not calm me in any way. I sigh and call Maxie clipping her leash onto her collar. I notice she's slightly limping, being such an old dog it worried me. I knew she was at the end of her life, she's been slowing down, having problems laying down and standing up. The worst part of having an old dog I slowly watch them die. I knew my mom saw it to, she keeps talking about getting a puppy. But I don't want to get a new puppy, if I got a puppy I wouldn't give as much attention to her and I owe her the best rest of her life as possible.

"Let's go!" Michael lightly smacks my leg. I roll my eyes and walk outside with him gripping onto the leash. For most of the walk it was silent, Michael and I sat at the dock while Maxie and around, well more wobbled around. 

"So," Michael broke the silence, "tell me about yourself." He says staring straight ahead.

"Theres not much to know about me." I look over him.

"Of course there is. I'm sure there's lots of things that have happened up until now." He looks back over at me. 

I stare him in the eyes in an almost challenging way before speaking "Well, I watched my dad get murdered when I was 3, and that kinda fucked me up. Ya know, just a little. I'm 15 and I'm a sophomore, my life just got completely ruined because my mom dragged me away from my life to be here and now I have no friends, and I like icecream." I stare down at my feet. "What about you?" 

Michael sits there staring at me wide eyed. I hold back that lump in your throat that yoh get before you start to cry. My attempts fail and I choke and tears start rushing down my face.

Without saying anything Michael pulls me into his arms and just holds me. I bawl into his chest as he rubs my back and rests his chin on my shoulder.

"It's ok, I'm here, you're ok, you're ok." He whispers into my ear.

"I'm here."

A/N 

I'm so sorry for the slow update :/ I'll try to update faster next time.

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