Chrissy
After Michael had yelled at me so brutally, I just walked away. I was hurt, and mad, and sad, and just ugh.
He said he had to clean up after my mess.
Like he wasn't willing to rescue me.
And when I decided to leave he didn't even stop me.
He didn't even ask if I was okay, or try to comfort me like he would usually do when I had nightmares.
No, he just yelled.
I collapsed in the clubs bathroom crying after the whole incident. He probably doesn't ever want to see me again, I'm sure of it. And now that I think about it, all that I did was cause trouble. I was nothing but a burden to people, and I belong nowhere. I don't belong with Michael and the boys. I don't even belong on this earth.
I sat there emptying all the alcohol I drank tonight through my tears.
The next thing I knew it was closing time. I was invisible, without even trying to be invisible. It's like my body automatically knew that I felt like nothing, and so it made me nothing.
The maintenance locked the bathroom doors so I assumed they were closing down the place. I finally got off my depressing ass and walked out into the hallways.
When I reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw Kian cleaning the counters. I sat down, watching him labor.
He wasn't a fit boy, but he wasn't too skinny. He had just the modest amount of muscles as he lifted the stools up to the tables. His eyes were droopy as he tried to close down the place.
A few minutes passed and his cellphone rang.
"Yes mom?" he answered. I couldn't hear what was on the other line and I wasn't in the mood to find out.
"I told you I'm at Joe's house working on a project!" He continued.
"No you ain't" I said aloud. A snide comment. He didn't hear me, of course.
"I'm almost done I'll be home within half an hour." He said before hanging up. He put his cellphone away and wiped down the glass before turning off the lights. He took off his apron and grabbed his backpack that he had stashed away under the counter. I followed him outside of the shop.
I should go back to Michael's hotel room. All my stuff's there too. Even Little Rascal. But no way was I going back unwanted. I wasn't in the mood to face Michael right now. And so I followed Kian all the way to his home.
*
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS??" Kians mom shouted the minute we walked through the door,
"4 am." He mumbled, looking down to his feet.
"You've been doing this for weeks! It's getting out of hand. I have to speak to Joe and his parents. Why can't you guys just do your school work during reasonable time." She complained.
She quickly grabbed the house telephone but Kian interrupted.
"Mom, no! They're all asleep by now, you'll just be bothering them." He said.
Ooh boy you in troublee
I left them two to argue as I walked around the place. It was an apartment, small, and shabby looking. They didn't seem like a wealthy family. There were only two bedrooms and one bathroom. I peeked into what seems like his mothers room and I didn't see a father.
I peeked into the other bedroom and immediately knew it was Kians, because I saw a big picture of him holding a basketball and a gold medal.
Gosh there were so many trophies. All for sports and academic competitions.
This boy was smart. And an athlete.
I jumped as his door shut as he walked into his room. He threw his bag to the side of the room and aggressively messed his hair up.
He kicked off his shoes so hard it came flying to my face. I didn't even have time to move, and so I just got face smacked by his Vans. And they did not smell good might I add.
He took off his clothes and I turned away in time as he slid off his jeans. He soon left to the bathroom outside. I just sat down on his chair in front of his computer.
I didn't know what to do.
I wondered what Michael was doing.
STOP CHRISSY STOP THINKING ABOUT THAT JERK
But I couldn't stop.
It's only been a few hours and I missed him like crazy.
*
Kian was fast asleep in his appropriate pajamas. I was so used to Michael in just his boxers that seeing this boy in a nice shirt and long pants looked off.
I wasn't tired at all. And so I did the usual stuff I usually do.
And guess what that would be.
Snooping.
Seeing what I could take.
I looked into their fridge and found that there was barely any food. Just some leftovers stashed away for being eaten again.
Their cabinets barely had any snacks too, which is sad.
They barely had anything.
I started to feel sorry for Kian and his mom. I can obviously assume that he sneaks out to work and get paid just to get by in life. Lying to his mother about it too.
I wonder how my family would be like. Do I have a father and mother? Do they live together? Am I an only child or do I have siblings? Do they struggle financially? I started crying again. Too much emotional shit I've dealt with today. Way too much.
I sat on the couch and played with my shoe laces. I was still in this tight dress and leather jacket that I managed to put back on before leaving Michael.
Michael.
UGH I need to stop thinking about him.
I grabbed a pillow and cuddled with it, imagining it as Little Rascal. Tomorrow 5sos will be travelling back home to Australia and I might not be able to see them again. I might not be able to see Michael again, and I started crying yet again. Despite how much I wanted to go with them, I wouldn't. I need to find my family. That was my goal all my life as a wanderer. Being with Michael distracted me from that goal, and I need to get back on that mission. I whispered good bye, so soft even I couldn't hear. It was a farewell to Michael and the boys.
I soon fell asleep, feeling more alone than I've ever felt.
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Sighhhhhhhh. Sighhhhh.
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Wanderer (Michael Clifford and Chrissy Costanza)
Fanfiction"Wha- who are you? How did you get in my hotel room?" He asked. Startled by the young girl eating all of his chocolates. "I'm a wanderer." She said as her face was smothered in the chocolate substance. "And I've followed you."
