Lace Underwear | m.c

Chapter 2.

I wake up and groan loudly. Opening my eyes, I look at my surroundings. I'm in Michael's bed with him cuddling into my side. I suddenly remember the night and falling asleep here.

My stomach hurts and I feel like I'm going to be sick but Michael is to sound asleep to feel me trying to get loose. I lean over and puke right beside his bed.

Guilt fills me quickly and I start to feel really bad.

I hear a loud groan and Michael getting off me.

"Fuck did you throw up?" He asks in a mad tone.

"I'm so sorry. You wouldn't let go and I just.." I sigh and get up. "I'll clean it." I add.

"You better fucking clean it. I'm not cleaning up your mess." Michael says while getting up and grabbing stuff to clean it up with.

"I said I was sorry. Don't be such a baby about it. At least you don't have carpet." I reply.

"And I also have shit to get done instead of making sure you clean up your puke." He yells back and leaves.

I bend down and start cleaning up. I finish and wash my hands. Slipping my shoes on and grabbing my phone I head downstairs to a surprisingly cleaned up house.

"Are you taking me home?" I ask Michael.

"You can walk right. I have shit to do I said." He said to me while packing some bag.

"I live to far to walk." I replied.

"Goddammit. Calum, drive Bailey home. I need to get to the warehouse." Michael said and waved a goodbye to me.

I rolled my eyes and walked out groaning.

"Hangover?" Calum asked getting in the car after me.

"Is this what this hell is?" I asked rhetorically.

"Drink water and take painkillers. You should be fine." He said smiling politely.

I gave him my address and he dropped me off. I walked quietly up to my room and took a shower. I changed into a lose fitting sun dress and flip flops.

I liked Michael but he was odd. From going to nice to mad and go horny back and forth got to me.

I sighed and went downstairs making myself something to eat.

"How was the birthday party." My mom asked poring herself some coffee.

"Great actually." I say and smile.

I grab my toast and walk to the living room and sit down on the couch. I watch tv and eat my toast.

"I'm just going to say it. Bailey, they believe your father has died. They aren't sure though and probably will never know unless he comes home." My mother says sadly.

I nod. I knew this day would come.

"I'm just going to go for a walk." I say standing up and walking out the door.

The tears start to fall as I walk to the park. I sit down and put my face in my hands. I sit there for a couple minutes before pulling myself together.

If my father is really dead I don't think he'd want me being upset. That's what he would want is for me to not weep over him.

I stand up and start walking off to go back home.

My mother will probably ring my neck for leaving like that. She understands little things like this but she'll still go on about how I should've respected her and asked before just leaving.