UNEDITED
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Michaels POV
"Well? what do you think"i flip my newly dyed fringe from side to side.
"Yeah, it looks cool" Rory giggles, making her way across the room to style my hair so it all spikes up. "Even though I love how quirky you are always dying your hair, you do realise if you keep doing it it's all gunna fall out right?" she laughs, rubbing my hair between her fingers to prove how dead it already was. I swat her hand away.
"When it comes to that I will buy a wig" she giggles again and walks back over to her bed.
"So Cassie texted"
"Yeah?" I question, although I have always fancied Cassie, I really can't be bothered to talk about her.
"Yeah. she says to meet her there and that she has a surprise"
"Really? ok cool. when are we leaving? I think I'm ok to drive now..." my voice trails of as I remember everything that's happened today. "Hey, I just thought. didn't you say your mum was at the hospital? how come we never saw her?" Rory's head snaps up.
"Oh, yeah, no I don't know. Haha" she nervously laughs.
"Rory...what aren't you telling me?"
Rory's POV
"Rory...what aren't you telling me?" shit. I don't want to have to talk about this now, or ever for that matter. Especially not to Michael after he's dealing with his own issues right now. He doesn't need to hearmine.
Ok Rory, you can do this, just lie to Michael.
I look into his eyes.
Shit, you can't lie to Michael, it's Michael. you've never properly lied to him before and if you did he would know you were lying instantly.
"Hey, look at that. it actually is time we go, I'll go get Luke meet you in the car haha" I make a run for the door but Michael gets there before me.
"Rory" his voice is stern and sincere. He looks at me with dark, hooded eyes.
I look away from his gaze and stare at the floor.
"Can we not talk about this now?"
"Rory"
"Bu-"
"Tell me what's going on."
"She's left..." my voice trails off and I frown at my feet, to scared to look into Michaels eyes.
"Wh-what do you mean? she was fine this morning? I-you-she-what?" he stumbles back to the door. My eyes brim with tears but I push them back and take hold of Michaels hand. He looks down and frowns.
"Rory....why, why are you wearing all those bracelets again..."
"Michael..." I try to sound confident but my voice comes out small.
"Rory you didnt... you promised Rory, no! nononononono" he starts to cry, repeating the word no. My free hand flies to my mouth as he holds the other firmly but gently in his hand. I feel wetness on my cheeks.
Slowly, he peels back the bracelets one by one until me entire wrist is exposed. fresh scares evident and red. I can't bring myself to look at them. "Why..." Michaels voice comes out as a whisper.
"I....Michael....can we talk about this later?" the words catch in my throat.
"No" he stops crying and his face takes on a much angrier expression.
