Never Be ~A Michael Clifford Fanfic~

Chapter 7

Bree's POV

The next morning I woke up to my phone ringing. I groaned checking the clock on my night table seeing it was only 5.30. I took my phone answering it.

-Hello? I asked waiting for a reply.

-Bree. A raspy mans voice said.

-Michael? What's going on? I asked qurious crossing my eyebrows. He mumbled rapidly and I could see him in front of me tears streaming down his cheeks, shaking his head in confusion not knowing what to do with himself.

-Martin. Was all he said then sniffled.

-What happened to Martin?

-He.. he's dead bree. And this house does not belong to me anymore it belongs to the goverment and I have to be out by next week. He cried out loud in sorrow. I hated hearing him or seeing him like this. He was helpless and I didn't know what to do.

-Oh no.. Michael i'm coming over okay? I didn't know what to do so while he was still on phone with me I sat up and put some sweats on and a big hoodie over my head. He sniffeled in the other end of the line multiply times not saying a single world to me while I took my car keys and wrote a little note to my parents so the would knew where I were when they got up. I hurried out to the car starting the engine driving over to Michael's. It would only take a few minutes to get there.

Michael's POV

I heard the engine go off in the other end of the line hearing how she drove away. She would soon be here, comforting me. I needed her so much I can never imagine why I wanted to make Harrys plan come true. I'm glad I stopped being around him.

I walked into the living room seeing a family photo from when I was a little kid on me my parents and Uncle Martin. He had a bright white smile formed on his face, blue shining livefull eyes and a normal coloured skin. These few months I've stayed at his house he was always pale white, he barerly smiled except from when he said good morning to me. This last week of his life he wans't able to walk and he barerly ate. I think he wanted to end this as fast as possible, I knew he was in alot of pain and he just couldn't deal with it. But where was I supposed to go? I know bree said I could live with her nut will her parents allow it? The answer is simple, no. I take one last look at the photograph trying to remember the time when he was healthy, when he played socker with me on the yard. When he used to throw me up in the air, catching me and doing it all again. I was around 7 at that time. After that he got to sick and had to move to USA to get a special treathment and a house to stay in to he was either healty or dead. In this case, dead. I felt the knot in my throat again tears streaming down my face for what felt like the hundreth time.

I heard a car parking outside the house, a car door being closed in a rush and feets rushing throught the driveway up the stairs knocking on the door. I could see how she sttod on the other side of the door mumbling to her self nervous and sad for me.

I opened the door and she threw her arms around my neck hugging tightly sniffing in my neck. Was she also crying? We stood there for a moment in silence. When she let go of me I wanted her to keep hugging me but instead she looked at the ground holding my hands. She looked up, her lips pouting and her eyes red from crying. She looked straight into my eyes with a look from a lost child, not knowing what to do. How was she supposed to know what to do when she wanted to comfort me in every way possible but she was sad her selfe? She wanted the best for me and I wanted the best for her. She was my everything and without her by my side right now I wouldn't be this strong.

-Hey.. she finally said giving me a weak smile.

-Hey.. I said breathing out. I took her hand leading her to the kithen. She looked confused until I opened the freezer taking up a big package of strawberry icecream and two spoons.