Homeless (Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 22

 

It was now almost 1am and Michael still wasn’t home. I waited and waited for that trailer door to open, but it still has not open. He probably had to stay longer to clean up or something. But who the hell keeps a Toy store open after midnight? I hope that is what was going on. I sat at the table picking at my leftover pizza as I waited. I then looked at the clock. 1:15 it read. Where the hell was he. Soon I heard a knock at the door. I immediately knew it was Michael. I jumped out of my seat and rushed to the door. I opened the door to reveal Michael, but he looked horrible. His eyes were red, He had a busted lip, blood on his shirt, and a half empty beer bottle in his hand. As soon as I saw him, I knew that he didn’t come right from work.

“Michael what the fuck-”

“Save it!” He cut me off and stormed into the trailer. He was most diffidently drunk. I closed and locked the door and had him sit at the table.

When he sat down, he gulped down his beer, finishing the rest of it in one sip. He then slammed it down on the table. He wouldn’t even look at me. I wanted to say something, but I could tell he wasn’t in the mood to talk about whatever the fuck happened. So I just sat across from him in silence. I then slowly reached out for his hands. I held his hands in mine. He didn’t pull away which was a good sign. Now all I needed to do was to get him to say something or at least tell me what happened.

“Michael? Are you okay?” I said looking right at him, but he still would not look at me.

“I’m fine.” He said still not looking up at me.

“You don’t look fine Michael.”

“I’m fine!” He yelled pulling his hands away from me.

I took a deep breath and moved closer to him. “Michael what happened? Please tell me. I can help. Not telling me what happened won’t help.” I softly spoke rubbing small circles on his back to relax him.

He then took a deep breath and stood up and walked over to the counter. He grabbed my pack of cigarettes and my lighter. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it up, and placing it in between his busted lips. He then blew out a puff of smoke and spoke, “After work I actually did come home, but then I went out again.” He said looking at his feet. I don’t understand why he won’t look at me.

“Well where did you go? Why did you leave?” I snapped. It might be a bad time for me to snap on him, but he promised me he would be home at 8 and we would do something tonight.

“I needed to get out of the house I had to get away from my parents!” I snapped back as he smoked his cigarette.

“You could of came over here.”

“No I needed to get far away. So I went out to the bar.” He yelled.

“How the hell did you get into the bar you’re only 18?” I asked.

“Fake ID what you don’t have one?” He questioned as he continued to smoke.

“Um no because I’m homeless and have no fucking money where have you been.” I hissed back.

He didn’t say anything. He just sighed and took another hit.

“Why did you need to get away from your parents?” I softly spoke trying to not start an argument.

“They are just a pain in the ass and expect me to be fucking perfect!” He yelled smack a cup off the counter. It caused me to jump a bit at his anger. Now I understand. I know what he is going through. I stood up from my chair and slowly moved closer to him.

“What did they say?” I softly asked.

“They never can fully accept me for who I am and expect me to be perfect” He said taking a deep breath. He then took one more puff of smoke then put out his cigarette.