Alone. (Michael Sutthakorn)

Chapter Ten:

(Jamie's POV)

"I'm not allowed near you." I said.

"Who told you that?" He said in a low voice, he was the least scariest thing but the scariest thing at the same time. The way his eyes would bulge and get darker with every step he took getting closer to me, scared me. Not only a little bit a lot.

"No one, it's clear your gang doesn't want me around so I decided to give them what they want." I shrug. He gives me a confused look. "For me to leave." I said stating the obvious.

"Aiden has spoke to you, hasn't he?" He shouted. I shook my head in disagreement. He knew I was lying, I'm such a bad liar. "Don't lie!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

I ignored him, and swung the bag over my shoulder and tried walking away from him. He pulled my shoulder causing me to hit into his chest.

"I'm sorry." I stutter. I've been hurt once today... By family, I don't want to be hurt by one of my so called friends. Admittedly he is the only friend I've had in a long time, well the only thing that is closest to a friend. I lost all my friends when I started to get bullied at the start of secondary school, I'm currently in my last year. I've still got no proper friends.

"For what? I wasn't-" He stopped realising what I thought he was going to do. He gulped and covered his mouth. I didn't know what to say, so I stared at him for a little longer examining his facial expressions. I didn't know what he was thinking, I couldn't work it out. Usually the facial expressions he pulls give it away, but not today. Not now. His face is shocked, yet sad, but then again his eyes are angry.

"Michael." I stutter scared of the response I will receive. Maybe he will walk away and leave me here? But maybe I might get a worse response, maybe he'll shout and scream or he could do worse?

"You thought I was going to-" He stopped unable to spit the words out of his mouth. I gulped realising what he was trying to say. He was upset that I thought he was going to hit me...

"No, I didn't, well I-" He cut me of not verbally but a tear trickled down his cheek. He let it go, he didn't care that it was there. This is the first sign of Michael being upset I've ever seen.

"Please don't, don't." I said putting my bag on the floor and walking a little closer to him and using my thumb to wipe the tear rolling down his cheek.

"You thought I was going to hit you.." He finally spat out, he moved away a little from me taking my hand in his which I tried to pull away. He didn't let go as much as I wanted to yank my hand away from his I didn't have the courage to do it. "Jamie, I would never in a million years hit or hurt you." He said with a meaningful look on his face.

I couldn't bring myself to say anything to him I just stood there. Today has been terrible, first my brother hits me as my home gets wrecked. Now, Michael. I practically made him cry.

"Please don't cry." I barely whispered. He wiped his eyes, he picked up my bag and pulled on my hand. I followed him, wherever he was going I was going too.

We arrived at a massive house, there was about four cars in front of the house. It had two garages next to each other, I was confused as to why we were here.

"This is my house, seeming as you had your bags I thought you could stay with me." He smiled. I didn't have the energy to protest so I went along with it. We walked up the the front of the house, the door was glass, with a diamond shape in the centre of the door.

"Mum!" Michael called as we walked into this massive house. I heard heels trail across the floor, getting closer to us. The door to the right of us flings open.

"Who is this?" She turns her nose up looking me up and down. I instantly move closer to Michael scared of what she thinks of me.

"This is, um, Jamie." He gulped, I could hear the nervousness in his voice. I new what was coming, she didn't want me here and at this moment in time I didn't want to be here either.

"Why is she here?" She asked still looking me up and down, obviously not going to comment on the way I looked. I still had the uniform of our school on, whereas Michael was in a Ralph Lauren top, and black skinny's.

"She has nowhere to go." Michael States making it sound as if I was homeless.

"So she is a tramp?" Michael's mother states offensively. I gulp, I look up at Michael. The look in his eyes, is bad as he stares at his mum.

"No, she has nowhere to go because she ran away and I thought you would be nice enough to let her stay with us, but clearly not." Michael yelled. He tried to stay calm, but there was no way he was staying calm.

"Well, Michael the answer is no." She said turning her back and sorting something out on the work top behind her. "Anyway, when have I ever agreed to homeless people staying in my house."

After she said that, that was it. I picked up my bag and walked out of the house. Is that what I was now, homeless? A tramp?

I heard footsteps following me along the pavement. I didn't bother to turn around because it was obvious who it was.

"Jamie, wait?" His voice shouts. I stop dead in my tracks and wait for him to catch up to me. I turn around to face Michael he obviously saw the tears brimming in my eyes because a pained look took to his face.

"Please, don't cry." He said going to touch my face, but I moved away. "We'll find somewhere to stay.."

"I promise."