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♡Handling The Truth|Part Two♡

You zipped the last of your bags closee as Michael stood at the open doorway of the bedroom. His arms were folded, and he was focusing on you as you moved.

Grabbing your two bags, you let out a sigh - lugging them out. As you brushed past Michael, you took one last look at him before looking away. He was so heartless - he looked like he didn't even care.

You were four months pregnant, and you were made to carry your heavy bags on your own. Luisa was waiting downstairs - and when she noticed that you were carrying the bags on your own, her eyes widened.

"Aw hell no!" she exclaimed, running up to take the bags from you. She grabbed the bags, proceeding to look at Michael - who was now standing a few meters behind you. "You're a bastard," she sneered.

"Luisa, it's fine," you whispered. "Let's just go,"

"I hope you die," he spat at Michael before turning around, leading the way out. You followed her, and just as you reached the main doorway - Michael cleared his throat.

"(Y/N)," he called, making you stop. You turned around to look at him, noticing that he had a serious look on his face. "You're better off without me,"

"I know," you responded before turning back around - following your best friend to her car.

That was the last time you were ever going to see Neverland.

~•♡•~

Once Luisa and you had gotten back to her house, she carried your bags for you - all the way up to the room that she had given you. Your best friend had offered you a place to stay at her house, and you could not have been more grateful. She had told you that you could live with her for the rest of your days, especially since her residence was huge.

"I hope you like your room," she said, opening the door. "It's one of the bigger rooms in the house," she grinned as she took the bags into the room, setting them near the edge of the large bed.

"Thanks," you smiled, walking in. "I love it,"

The curtains were lace, and the bedsheets were a beautiful shade of pink. Everything seemed to suit you.

"(Y/N)," she sighed, straightening up. You turned to face her as she walked up to you - setting her hands gently on your shoulders. "I want you to know that I will always be here for you," she flashed you a reassuring smile. "No matter what,"

"Thank you, Luisa," your eyes began to tear up a little. "It means a lot to me - it really does,"

"Don't thank me, girl!" she laughed. "That's what best friends are for!" she shook her head. "Now, why don't you get sorted, and then we'll watch a movie,"

"That sounds great,"

~•♡•~

About an hour after you had unpacked, and freshened up - you joined Luisa in the living room. She had already started a horror movie for the two of you to watch - and the snacks had already been laid out.

You giggled as she pulled you into the living room, making you sit on the sofa whilst she sat on the floor.

"This is going to be just like old times!" she exclaimed, referring to the many times that you would stay over at her house - watching scary movies until odd hours of the morning.