Escape from his grip

Part 13

"Michael, what are you doing" I shouted, I put some pyjama shorts and a Abby dawn T-shirt on.

"Just... hold on a second" he laughed, stumbling up the stairs.

I sat down watching him fiddle with lots of wires.

"PLAYSTATION!!" he yells jumping on the bed next to me.

He handed me a controller and set up FIFA 14.

We had been playing FIFA for a while and It was 12:30 am.

We was in the middle of a game when there was a knock at the door.

I sat up immediately.

"Wait here, I don't want you to be worried" He smirked and walked downstairs leaving me even more worried.

I listened to what was happening downstairs. I could hear Michael greeting someone in. "Is the daughter of Daniel and Margaret Milward here?" A lady said.

'Why would she want me?' I thought to myself.

"Amelia" Michael said from the bottom of the stairs.

I hurried downstairs to see two police officers stood by the TV.

"What ... what's happened" I asked presuming the worst.

"Perhaps you would like to take a seat" They suggested.

I sat down on the sofa.

"I'm sorry to say that Both Margaret and Daniel Barlow have been murdered" The man said.

My jaw dropped as I lost my breath for a few moments.

"No ... no" I whispered catching my breath. Tears began to form in my eyes, this couldn't of been real. The two kind people that raised, cared and loved me were gone.

"We had your brother come to the hospital and assure us that they were your parents" The woman added.

"Thank you" Michael said quietly.

He opened the door and the officers walked out.

"They're gone" I stated, tears falling down my cheeks.

"To a better place" Michael added, hoping he could lift a tiny bit of the pain.

He took the seat next to me, he put his arm around my shoulder.

"This isn't real" I cried.

"Let's go to sleep, it's late" Michael insisted.

"No! My parents have just died you dick, and you expect me to sleep" I yelled standing up.

He stood up and followed me into the bathroom.

"I don't want you to be sat up all night crying because of something that isn't your fault" Michael said taking my hand and looking at it for a while.

I pulled my hand away.

And walked downstairs.

I didn't know where to go, I just needed to go somewhere.

I picked up a hoodie and walked out of the door, I was walking down the street wrapped in one of Michaels hoodies.

It was warm and smelt of him.

I wiped my tears with the sleeves.

I felt a hand on my shoulder.

"Michael go away" I said.

"It's not Michael, But are you okay, I saw the police go into your house and you walk out. Do you want to come my house and talk about it" The voice asked.

I couldn't see who it was but I was willing to talk to anyone.