Lace Underwear | m.c

Chapter 8.

I awoke with a terrible headache and Michael holding me close to him. I looked down to get out of his grip and noticed we were both naked. I could feel my face begin to become red from embarrassment. I felt Michael move around and his hand land on my chest. I looked over at him to see him up smirking.

"You're an asshole!" I shouted, slapping his hand away. I brought the sheets up to my neck and moved to the other side.

Michael chuckled loudly. "You drank a lot last night."

I panicked. Holding the sheets tight I sat up. "Please tell me we didn't do it." I responded.

"Do it?" Michael burst out in laughter. "No, we didn't fuck. Even when you're drunk you don't allow all your guards down. You suggested skinny dipping. I was sober and enjoying every moment of it." He explained smirking.

I sighed. "I'm glad you had fun. I'm sorry. I'm not like that on dates. I shouldn't have drank that alcohol you gave me. It was too strong."

He didn't reply and just got up putting his boxers on.

"Hey, bring me coffee and lucky charms with just a small bit of milk. Oh orange juice too!" I said before shutting my eyes again.

"No. What the fuck do I look like?" He demanded.

I opened my eyes and starred at him thinking. "Well, you look like my first real boyfriend who can be an asshole, but would be kind if he would bring me food." I replied with a shrug.

"Boyfriend?" He asked me confused. "Does this mean yes?"

I covered my mouth with my hands quickly.

"I'll be back girlfriend." He said and sent me a wink.

I wanted to be his but a didn't mean to let it slip out. Just the past couple days at the safe house have been extremely fun with him. We'd wake up late and cook something delicious and then we'd get ready and go to the pond or have fires. It's just been very relaxing and nice that I've started to like Michael more then I did before.

I got into the shower and washed up the dirty pond and alcohol smell from the night before. After showering I put on a light t shirt and a pair of skinny jeans.

I walked into the bedroom and Michael walked in through the other door.

"I have your food girlfriend." He said smirking and putting the tray on my lap once I was seated.

"Don't over do it." I replied before taking a sip of my coffee.

We both ate in silence which was different from all the other times. I felt Michael nudge me with his arm so I turned my head to see him giggling.

"You're a dork." I said laughing softly.

"I'm not a dork this is just extremely awkward and I don't know why." Michael said before taking a bite out of his pop tart.

I finished my cereal and looked over at Michael seeing him reading sheets of paperwork. Probably something about what we are stuck in right now. I leaned over and lightly pressing my lips to his cheek.

"I'll be back." I lightly whispered and got up leaving the room with our dirty dishes.

As I was cleaning the dishes I heard a loud knock on the door. I left the sink area and proceeded out to the front door to see Michael had already answered the door and by the look on his face it wasn't anything good.

"Michael?" I asked putting my hand along his arm.

"God dammit Bailey!" Michael yelled looking over at me. I could tell by his face he wasn't so mad. He was more scared.

I looked over to the two bulky men at the doorway. It hit me that this might be who is after me and now I've messed up.

"We were simply coming to welcome you two to the neighborhood. We own a cabin just across the street." The brown haired boy with a built body explained.

"Sorry Michael tends to be rude-" I started but was cut off.

"We have lots to do. Catch you around." The same boy replied and both started walking off.

As soon as the door was closed Michael spoke up. "It's them. It's fucking them. Bailey we have to leave. Go fetch your things and make sure you leave nothing behind. Now." He ordered me.

I walked silently into the room and took hold of all my things, putting it into my bags I had brought with me. I zipped up my suitcases and looked up to see Michael had finished packing.

"Are we going to die?" I asked, walking closer to Michael.

"Bailey, don't speak like that. Come on we have to start going now or we will never make it out." He said putting his hand on the small of my back guiding me out of the bedroom.

We both walked out and went into the car, putting our things in the trunk. I looked over at Michael, who gave me a faint smile.

"I only want you to be safe and if it's ever needed you know what to do." He began opening the glove compartment. He pulled out the handgun and gave it to me. "I have enough and you're going to need it one day if not today."

"Michael this is too much. A gun? Are you mad? I'm not shooting anyone in my life." I said, shoving the gun back.

"You at least know where it is, so if something does occur while we are driving I guess." He said sighing.

We pulled out of the cabin road and out to the dirt road that soon went to a big highway that we came from.

"We're going to keep driving further and further. Just until I'm positive they won't find us." Michael explained, keeping his eyes fixed to the road.

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We'd been driving for an hour now. Looking out the window I noticed that the same car had been following us the whole time.

"Michael, that car has been accompanying us." I stated.

"Yeah I've noticed. You have to be sure it's somebody who's going to harm you though. To do that we wait. Like I said, we are going to continue driving." Michael replied.

I sat back but shot up once I heard a loud gunshot. I froze completely and looked straight ahead.

"It's them. It's going to become a little crazy but I need to lose them." Michael explained before jerking the car to the left fast.

We swerved around a couple cars and they had still been chasing our car. Eventually we came to a red light. Michael sped through it but the other guys were hit head on like something out of a action packed car movie.

I felt Michael's hand rest on my thigh and squeeze it softly. "It'll be ok." He said quietly not taking his eyes off the road.