Funky Punk {mgc au}

{5} You're safe now

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*mentions of physical, verbal, and sexual abuse in chapter, if you feel the need to skip there will be a "⚠️" right before the scene and "❤️" where it ends*
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Michael

We go upstairs and out to my car "it's like midnight" Dakota mutters "and?" I look at her and start the car

"What's something you've always wanted to do but never did?" I ask her and she looks and me for a few minutes and then looks away "I don't know..." she mutters and I shake my head "of course you know Kota" I chuckle

"Well, um, I just wanna watch the stars, and smoke....with you" she says quietly and I smile "we can do that, I know the perfect place"

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We lay against the cold concrete on top of an abandoned store, I come here often actually to clear my head and I'm glad to share it with Dakota.  "Michael, can I hold your hand?" She mumbles between a drag and I chuckle "why do you ask? You're fucking hot, and it's not like I'd be disgusted by you holding my hand anyway" I look at her and she bites her lip as her fingers interlace mine "because...I don't like people touching me, so I feel the need to ask because I'd like people to ask me" she mutters and I nod "makes sense, why don't you like people touching you?" I ask

"That's personal Michael" she states and I stay quiet "I know you're confused"
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"Then why can't you just tell me? Is it just a personal space thing? Because I totally get that, I just feel like I have to be cautious" I confess to her and she sighs "it's more than just a personal space thing..." she says quietly and I sit up and look at her, she looks sad

"Dakota?" I frown and she sits up "I-I moved here for a reason Michael." She brings her knees to her chest and drops my hand and I sit quietly listening to her "My mom and I came here from New York to get away and have a new beginning. Michael, did you ever wonder why I don't have a dad?" She glances at me and I shrug "I never wanted to invade your family stuff" I mumble

"Well the reason I don't have a dad is because we left him in New York, we left him in New York because we have a restraining order against him. My father abused my mother and I. He physically, verbally, and sexually abused me. My mom didn't get as bad as me, but that's why I moved to Wyoming and that's why I don't like people touching me. That's why I don't talk about New York or my father or any friends. Michael, I didn't have any friends there because I was afraid they'd find out about everything, so I kept to myself. That's why I was scared when I ran into you on the first day, I thought you'd hurt me" I listen to Dakota's words and she's crying "Dakota, you don't have to say anymore if you don't want to...can I hold you?" I ask her softly and she nods
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I pull her into my lap and she cries into my chest and wraps her arms around my neck, holding on tightly while I rub her back "You're so brave" I whisper in her ear "you're safe now Kota, it's okay" I hold her close "I'm sorry for being such an asshole to you" I mumble and she shakes her head and looks at me "Michael, you're my best friend" she sniffles and then gives me a kiss on my cheek.

"I'm sorry all this shit has happened to you" I mutter softly and wipe tears from her cheek "don't cry baby" I whisper to her and she lays her head against my shoulder while I continue to hold her. Nobody's gonna ever hurt my Dakota ever again, I'll make sure of it.

Dakota

Michael is the only one that knows about this, other than my Mom of course and it's kinda relieving to tell him. "Don't tell Luke, Nate, or Em, please" He looks at me "I promise I won't say a word, this stays here, just between us" I nod "thank you"

I look at Michael and admire his features up close, I have no intentions on getting out of his hold anytime soon and I think he's perfectly content with that. He looks at me "What are you looking at?" He mumbles and I smile "I'm looking at you silly" I bring my hand up to his cheek and he leans into it "you're beautiful" I say shyly and his pupils dilate slightly "beautiful? Most girls don't tell guys they're beautiful" he says and I nod "that's because not many guys are beautiful, they're handsome, not beautiful. You're beautiful" I feel color rise in my cheeks

"You make this very difficult doll face" he bites his lip and I lean in and kiss him. He's taken aback by my sudden actions and kisses me back. I pull away, embarrassed "I'm sorry" I mumble "that was a little unexpected for you, I'm sorry" I look away and Michael tilts my chin to face him "It's okay Dakota, you've surprised me since I met you, so don't feel bad....oh and you're an excellent kisser by the way, so feel free to kiss me whenever you want" he chuckles and I blush "noted"