Hairdye {M.C fanfic}

Chapter 10

A/N
Really quick I wanted to clarify that the main characters name was Jasmine but I changed it to Hailey so if there is any mistakes in the previous chapters I apologize. ^.^ Also the story is always in Hailey's pov unless otherwise stated.

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"You have an electric guitar?" "Yeah i've had it for almost 2 years, I got it for my 15th birthday, my dad used to teach me..." I smiled sadly at the memory. He was gone now. I remembered it like it was yesterday.

*Flashback*
"Okay, so now tune the guitar, just like I taught you," said my dad. I placed the guitar on my lap and started to do as he told me. The sound of the phone ringing interrupted us. You don't mind if I get it, do you Leyli? (A/N her name is Hailey, her father nicknamed her Leyli) I sighed and shook my head knowing how crucial and important his job was, he could never miss a phone call, he could never risk it. My father went to answer the phone, I only caught bits of the conversation.

"The jail where she was locked was on fire??....prison riot.......her brother could be a suspect...I'll be there right now."

My father hangs up the phone and looks at me sadly. "Im sorry Leyli, I have to go."
*Flashback ends*

Little did I know that he wouldn't come back that night.

"Where is he now?" Michael interrupted my thoughts. 

"He uhh, he passed away..."

"Im so sorry."

I wanted to tell Michael everything that happened, but I didn't know if I could confide in him. He would leave me.

He would run away and think im a freak. I cant tell him that the night my dad died, he "murdered" a whole family. Its the reason I had to move. Of course I knew it wasn't true. My father would never do something like that! He was a detective/ police and he was loyal.

Sadly the rest of the town didn't think so. Our neighbors labeled us murderers too. We came here to get a fresh start and I didn't want to ruin that, but on the other hand, Michael wouldn't care, would he. I feel like I've known him forever.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" Michael asked.

Did I wanna talk about it? Yes. I can trust him.

"Michael, promise me you won't leave me."

Michael nodded reassuringly. "Why would I leave you Hailey? Im here and Im not going anywhere."

And so I began to tell him. I told him that my dad was a detective and worked for the police. And I told him all about the case that ended his life.

"He had been assigned to this case involving one of his ex girlfriends. When he was dating her they went to his high school reunion, a fairly early one since it had only been five years since he had left high school. Apparently he reunited with his best friend, Hailey.

Hailey was found dead within a week of the reunion. His girlfriend was behind it all. She got crazy jealous because he kept wanting to meet her again, to catch up and talk and such, but the psycho killer didn't believe so.

She went to prison and remained there until almost two years ago. There was a fire started in the prison and she escaped. My dad was determined to find out who had helped her. They got a lead on her brother so he went to her family's house. And that's all I know.

Michael, the whole family was found dead...as was my dad, except the gun had his fingerprints on it. They assumed that he had killed the family and then committed suicide." At this point I could barely speak. My voice cracked continuously.

"He didn't do it Michael I swear, I know him, I saw it," You could barely hear my words as the tears fell freely from my eyes and showed no sign of stopping. "Th-the thing i-is Michael, I f-followed him the-there. I w-was the o-one who c-c-called the police b-but I-I was t-too late, h-he was alre-ready d-d-dead. But I-I s-saw her, I s-saw her l-leave the h-house. N-no one b-believed me and s-said that I w-was t-traumatized and in n-no r-right state o-of mind t-to know w-what I-I s-saw."

Michael looked at his lap. "I-I get i-it i-if you w-wanna l-leave me, t-that's w-what e-everyone did b-back then a-anyway, nobody wanted to talk to teh family of a 'murderer'."

"That's not it at all, I would never leave, and I believe you, Jasmine, you're my best friend, and best friends stick together."

I smiled at his words as he wrapped his arms around me in a tight hug. I could feel the heat radiating off of him. I could feel his heartbeat and the rise and fall of his chest when he breathed. It was the most calming thing I had ever experienced. A moment of pure bliss.

"Thank you Michael."

"For what?"

"For listening."

"I'll always be here to listen when you need me."

I chuckled at his answer, trying to lighten the mood. He looked into my eyes and I fell into a trance. It was so easy to get lost in the sea of ever changing shades of green. He had this effect on me. He gives me a feeling that I can't fight.