I Won't Give Up ~ Michael Clifford

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Ricky;

*5 & 1/2 Hours Ago*

After we left Bree and Michael, I ended up taking Declan to the water park since it was hot out and he really enjoyed it then we ended up going for ice cream and came back to my apartment. My girlfriend, Kelsey, ended up coming over to have dinner with us and we had chicken, potatoes and vegetables with gravy. She watched a movie with us before she had to leave, and I let her go with a kiss goodbye and told her to text me when she got home safe.

Declan and I have been watching Disney movies for the passed six hours and munching on some chips and juice. We're halfway through Spirit when my phone started to ring.

Declan was quick to answer it, I don't know what it is with him and answering phone calls but it's very cute.

"Dad Mikey!!" Declan squealed, I smiled. "Mikeyyyy" Declan said again and I got curious.

I wonder why he's calling, probably Bree wanting to talk with our son. I continued watching Spirit, not really paying attention to the call between Michael and Declan until Declan tugged in my shirt, holding my phone up.

"Daddy, Mikey wants to talk to youuu" I furrowed my brows, confused.

"Hello?"  I said, standing up and going to the kitchen to refill on our juice. That's when I heard crying on the other side of the line, "Whoa, Michael. What's going on dude?" His breathing was out of control and I could hear that he was struggling to talk.

"I-I...She....I-I'm sorry!" Sorry for what? "Ricky, I'm so fucking sorry." Michael sobbed through the phone and I could faintly hear the rain in the background, maybe they're drunk?

"What's going on?" I ask, my patients running low, this better not be some stupid prank or I'll kill them both in Call Of Duty.

"There was.... A..A car accident.... A-and... Bree..." He cried out, and my heart stopped.

"Michael. What happened to Bree." I asked sternly, leaning against my kitchen counter

"She's in the ICU!" Michael sobbed and my heart dropped out of my ass.

"What? What ha-" I tried to speak but he hung up. I hit redial but it went straight to voicemail, I kept trying until I knew he wasn't gonna pick up so I threw my phone onto the table harshly.

"What's wrong daddy?" Declan pouts, his big brown eyes looking up at me.

"Nothing kiddo." I say, running my hands through my hair, I looked at the time and it was 7:30. "C'mon. Time for bed, okay?"

Declan didn't fight or fuss, I helped him brush his teeth and put him into his Toy Story pyjamas and tucked him in.

*10 p.m*

I put Declan to bed three hours ago after I got the phone call from Michael and I've been sitting on my couch for the passed two hours, doing nothing but crying my eyes out. I feel so hopeless because I can't do anything about Bree being in the ICU at the hospital.

I've had a few bong tokes and a beer to try help calm myself down but the heavy hearted feeling won't go away, and I've never had something like this happen to me before. I don't like this feeling, I really don't.

*Knock Knock Knock*

Wiping at my puffy red eyes, I walk slowly to my door and look through the peephole, it's Michael. I swing the door open and it revealed a red, puffy eyed, tear stained cheeked boy with dyed hair who looked worse than I did.

"Hey, can I come in?" Michael asked, standing there with one hand in his pocket, his other is being held up by a around the shoulder wrap.

I stood back, opening the door wider so he can come in and I close and lock the door. I go to the fridge and grab a beer, "Want one?" I ask, he nods so I grab him one.