Michael Clifford Imagines

You Better Run

You Better Run

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You looked at your watch, "shit" you mumbled to yourself. The tears started to fill your eyes but you refused to let them fall.

You were ten minutes late on getting home, you had missed the bus so

that meant you had to walk back to your house. Your dad would kill you.

You were petrified of the things you knew your dad would do to you.

Sometimes he just slapped you, you didn't think that was too bad. But

sometimes he took his anger out on you and sometimes it got bad.

You never told anyone how you got the bruises on your face, you

always made up some lie about how you fell off your bike or got into an

accident.

Michael, one of your best friends, never believed you though. He was

very protective over you and whenever you appeared into class with a

fresh bruise he always threatened to kill whoever touched you.

You hurried home, you knew your dad would be waiting for you when

you got home and you knew the later you were, the worse your

punishment would be.

"Hey Y/N!" Michael shouted from behind you.

You wiped away your tears before turning around, "Michael I really need

to get home" you said panicked.

"Okay, um text me later, so I know you're okay"

You nodded and turned away. Once you turned the corner you ran.

Finally a few minutes later you made it home. Again you wiped away

your tears and carefully opened the door, making sure it didn't creak,

your dad hated it when he heard noises in the house.

After looking around you found your dad wasn't there. You sighed in

relief knowing he had gone to a bar, though it scared you to know he

would be coming home drunk.

You went and had a shower, making sure to scrub the dried blood off

your legs.

You heard the front door slam shut and footsteps up the stairs.

"Oh my god" you cried running over to the bathroom door and making

sure you had locked it.

Again you panicked. You had brought clean clothes into the bathroom

with you but you soon realised you wouldn't have enough time to put

them on.

Once your dad started banging on the door you grabbed the clothes,

wrapping a towel around your body.

"This is such a stupid idea y/n" You whispered looking out the window.

Every second that passes, your dad grew more and more angry, you

decided the best thing you could do now is run. And so you did.