Broken||M.C

*Eleven*

//His laugh is everything and he's just perfect\\

Avery

"You're so useless." He said.

I looked down and i could feel the tears coming. I knew what was about to come next.

WHACK!

He hit me with the wooden spoon.

"NO PLEASE STOP!!" I yelled

"You have to be punished for what you did."

"DADDY STOP IT HURTS!!"

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"Avery! Avery, wake up."

I opened my eyes and saw Michael standing over me. I didn't know what was going on. I blinked a couple of times and then I slowly sat up.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"I guess so. What happened?" I asked.

"You were screaming and I came running in here, because I didn't know what was going on."

I remembered the dream I had, well it was more of a nightmare.

"Yeah, it was just a bad dream." I said.

"Was it about your dad?" He asked.

I nodded my head and then all at once, I started crying. Like I just lost it. Michael put his arms around me and held me. I buried my head into his chest and just cried. He stroked my hair and I began to calm down. Once I finally did, I slowly pulled away from him.

"You okay now?" He asked.

"Yeah, I feel some better."

"Good. Anything else I can do?" He asked.

"Would you care to stay here with me? We can watch a movie or something."

"Sure, I'll stay." He said.

He sat beside me and put his arm around me. I leaned my head on his shoulder and then turned on my TV and then Netflix. We decided to watch some comedies. He didn't say it, but I think he chose those to help me feel better.

The sun was just coming and I was really starting to feel tired. I decided to close my eyes, just to rest them. I hadn't planned on going to sleep, but I guess I did at some point, because when I opened my eyes Michael was gone and the TV was turned off.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes. I didn't know how long I had been asleep, but I was still tired and I felt like I could sleep for hours. But I got out of bed and went into the bathroom. I washed my face and put my hair up in a bun. I threw on a hoodie and some sweatpants and walked out of my door.

I walked by Michael's room and I could hear him snoring and I couldn't help but smile. His little snore was so cute and I was so happy that he had stayed with me. He had calmed me down faster then I had ever been calmed down before. I had felt so safe with him there.

I walked into the kitchen. Mom was making pancakes and she smiled when I walked in.

"Smells good." I said.

"Thanks, hopefully they taste just as good."

"They always do." I said.

I poured myself some coffee and put some creamer in it, because I can not drink that stuff black. I don't even usually drink it, but I knew I would need it today. It was Michael's last day here and I wanted to spend the whole day with him. Hopefully he wouldn't be as tired as I was.