help //m.c.\\

chapter forty-one

            "Who was that babe?" Michael asked from outside of the room. What the fuck do I tell him? Oh, no one, just my psychotic dad who wants to kill me. Don't worry.

"Some telemarketer that won't stop calling." I sat my phone down and backed up against the wall.

"Fuck." I sighed and slid to the ground. I ran my fingers through my hair a couple times just to get the tangles out.

"Babygirl, can I come in?"

"Yeah, whatever."

"What's wrong? Woah, you dyed your hair too?" he bent down and picked up a couple strands.

"There was some left so I just used it in mine." I smiled at him.

"It's pretty. If I do colors in mine, will you?" He rose his eyebrows and smiled.

"Only if I get to pick the colors out."

"Deal." he grabbed my hand helped me up.

"So, tell me what's wrong."

"What do you mean? I'm fine." I said trying to look confused, but I actually knew what he was talking about.

"And I'm not stupid, spill the beans, kiddo." I laid flat on the bed and out of no where, Hamlet jumped up to cuddle me.

"There's nothing wrong, Mikey. You don't have to worry." I smiled at him.

"You make it sound like it's my first time talking to a girl. Teegan, please just tell me what's wrong." I sat up on his lap and put my hands on his cheeks.

"Michael, if something was wrong, I would tell you. I just don't want you to worry about this."

"I won't if it's not a big deal."

"Well if you make it a big deal, you'll worry about it."

"Just tell me baby." I looked down.

"My dad called me and I think he knows where I am." I tried to speak quietly.

"What the hell? You were going to try to keep that from me? He tried to fucking kill you, Teegan! How did he find you? How did he get your number? I can't fucking believe this." He was now standing up, pacing back and forth.

"Mike, stop. It's okay." I reached out to touch him, but he moved so I couldn't.

"Don't tell me to stop. You weren't going to tell me and if he finds you, you are going to get killed. I'm going to kill that bastard. Fuck!" Mike ran his fingers through his hair and chucked a pillow across the room.

"Hey, listen to me. It's okay. We move fast and he won't be able to keep track of us. Mikey it's okay." I tried. He looked at me like I was fucking insane. Like he was disgusted. I backed away from him a little bit and looked down.

"Wow. You think that you are perfectly fine don't you? If it weren't for the boys and I, you would be dead. No one would have known that he was hurting you. You would still be living in a hell hole, Teegan. I'm here to help you. If you don't tell me things, then I can't fucking help you."

"Calm the fuck down Michael. I will be fine. And before you guys, I was fine. Maybe I don't want your help. I didn't ask for you to be there. You just were."

"Whatever. If you don't need my help, then fuck off."  With that, I walked out of the door. Phone in hand, Hamlet by my side. I had no clue where I was going to go, but fuck, I was leaving. 

        It was all a blur after I left. I was currently standing in a phone store, charging my phone. Some guy had come up to me and asked me when I was leaving because I was there so long. I grabbed my phone and walked out.