Broken Home (m.g.c)

5.0|Navy Blue

PART ONE

My eyes opened slowly, to reveal a blue walls and a very white ceiling. It was extremely bright, which meant that I wasn't in my room nor anywhere in my house. Blue walls, they were a dark navy colour, that meant that I wasn't at Erika's either. I tried to sit up, but my ribs sent a striking pain down the rest of my body. All I could do was lay here, in a strange, blue room.

I could hear yelling, but I had no idea where it was coming from. I immediately recognized the voices, Luke and Michael.

"Why is my girl friend, in your bed?" Yelled Luke, hatred in his voice.

"She's not your girlfriend, and we were studying and she fell asleep" explained Michael, in a surprisingly calm voice. That was until I heard something break and a thud follow. A door slammed shut, and someone was coming upstairs. I was stuck deciding whether or not I should pretend to sleep, when he walked in.

"I'm sorry about that" Michael says, taking a seat on the end of the bed- his bed?

"It's okay," I reply, trying to sit but forgetting about my ribs, I let out a yelp of pain as I finally sit up. I looked back up at Michael, I could tell that he was trying to hide the concern on is face, but he wasn't doing a very good job because I could tell that he was worried. "I'm fine," I continue, in a hopeless effort, "I swear, I am, I'll prove it! I'm going to that party tonight".

"Okay, well get some rest, the t.v is over there, the remote is next to you and your soup will be done in a few minutes. Then we'll talk about what happened".

Before I could protest, he left the room and I listened to his foot steps get more and more quiet. I reached across and grabbed the remote, gasping from the pain. I was going to make it through that party, even if it killed me. I turned on the television and clicked on Netflix, immediately going to Lilo & Stitch. The movie always made me feel better, my dad would always put it on when I was sick, or scrapped my knee, it became a tradition.

I giggled as Lilo picked Stitch at the dog shelter, I was so engrossed in the movie that I hadn't noticed that Michael was standing in the doorway with my soup and a smile on his face. I had never seen Michael this way, I always saw him as the bad boy with anger issues, never the boy to bring a girl soup when she wasn't feeling well. He walked over, and handed me the soup, taking a seat on his bed next to me. I ate, and watched the movie, letting the occasional giggle out here and there. Michael just watched me, he would watch me eat and laugh, or even just watch me watch the movie. It made me slightly nervous, why was he staring at me? Once, I was done my soup and the movie had ended, Michael grabbed the remote and turned off the t.v.

"Grey, please tell me what happened" Michael says, a pleading look in his eyes. He couldn't genuinely be worried, I'd known him for three days.

"Nothing, I must've fallen or something" I reply smoothly, fiddling with the hair tie around my wrist. Quietly, snapping it on my wrist.

"Grey, I know what an anxiety attack looks like" sighs Michael running a hand through his bleached hair, "listen, Ashton had really bad anxiety a few years ago and he's okay now, and you will be too".

If I make it that long, my conscience says.

"What was that?" Asks Michael. I must've said that out loud, nice going Grey!

"Nothing," I rush out, "what time is it?"

"Almost five" Michael replies after checking his phone, he quickly unlocked it and dialed a number, closing the door behind him. He clearly didn't want me to know who he was talking to, it was probably Rani. What would he say to her? Oh, yeah, by the way the girl I kissed is in my bed, probably not.

I let out a sigh and stand up to see that I am no longer in my turtle neck, but am in an overly large t-shirt, that had a random band logo on it. It was clearly a guys, most likely Michael's. I slowly lifted the shirt to see a new bandage on my ribs, Michael clearly knew that something was going on with me, after tonight I would have to distance myself from him. He couldn't find out. I would have to come up with an excuse and fast, why would a normal teenage girl have severely bruised ribs? Maybe I'm clumsy and fell, or maybe I walked into something, he knows nothing about me, so any excuse could work. I walked over to the door, wincing with each step, I pressed my ear to the door and listened to the conversation.

"Not right now, Calum" Michael sighed, "she's fine I promise, she'll be at the party tonight".

I was thankful that Michael had lied for me, but why was he lying to one of his best friends for a girl that he had just met? It made no sense to me, and I wish that I could figure this out but it was too complicated for me to figure out on my own. I couldn't tell Erika about this, she would most likely be happy that I was happy, and she'd want to come over to talk about it, which could not happen. I loved her too much to let her fully into my shitty life. I would have to figure out what was going on with Michael, all on my own. Before I could continue my train of thought, Michael opened the door thus causing me to fall straight into his arms.

"I see that you're not too hurt to eavesdrop" chuckles Michael, lightly placing me back onto my feet. I was just glad that he wasn't angry that I had been listening in on his conversation.

There was light knock on the door, and Michael went racing down the stairs. I definitely could not go down the stairs right now, so I was just going to have to wait for him to come upstairs with whoever he was with.

"Tiara!" Michael says, squealing like a girl. Tiara was definitely one of his best friends, if not his number one bestfriend. "I'm going to get ready down here, Grey is upstairs".

I suddenly felt the need to explain why I was wearing Michael's, as Tiara looked me up and down and continued walking into Michael's room. I took it as my cue, to follow her.

"I don't want to know why you're wearing his shirt" Tiara says, putting her hand up as if she could read my thoughts, "put this on". She handed me a very short black dress, and a pair of black thigh high boots. She turned around which meant that I was supposed to change, I slid off Michael's shirt and slid into the dress that met my mid thigh. I then slid on the heels and zipped up the side of them. "So, I brought over some make up, I tried my best to find your colour" explains Tiara.

I sat on the bed, as she sat next to me, pulling the make up out of her bag. She started with powder on my neck, it had taken me this long to realize that my makeup had been taken off and my bruises were fully exposed.

As she applied concealer to my under eyes a smile slid onto her face, "Michael really likes you, y'know".

"He's dating Rani" I mumble out, and I'm basically dating Luke, my conscience says.

"They broke up at the fair" states Tiara, in a very confused tone.

We sat in silence for the rest of her doing my make up, she applied contour to my pale face and a peach highlighter. She then, lightly filled in my eyebrows and then applied a wing of eye liner to my eye. She applied mascara, and a dark maroon to my lips. She also pulled out a dark brown hair dye, that matched my natural hair colour.

"Let's do it" I say, I could really use a change in my life right now, even if it was just a change in hair colour. I had dyed my hair after Mom passed away.

It was time for a change.