Call Me Crazy || Michael Clifford

14 || Against the Wall

**I wrote this chapter similarly to what happened in a recent dream I had and I thought it was a great device for the plot I had in mind. It will be shorter bc dreams aren't very detailed (for me anyways) so just a forewarning**

Mom? I sit on the couch looking up as my mother and her husband are talking in front of me. They don't seem to be paying any attention to me as I wave my arms at them. It's like I'm invisible. Am I invisible?

I lift myself to my feet and step closer to them. I have to talk to them. Over and over again I try to call out for them, but nothing happens. Why can't they hear me?

"She never does anything," my mother complains to him. It's not even in a disappointed tone but rather an annoyed, fed-up tone. She's sick of me. She hates me.

"Yes I do!" I say loudly. "I do tons of shit! You just don't want to see it!" They keep talking like I never spoke. "Mom, you have to listen to me!" Nothing.

As one last attempt, I lurch forward. Trying to shove my mom, my hands go straight through her. It's like I gaze through her as I attempt to hit her arm. "MOM?!" I scream out as loud as I can. It only echoes off of the walls like a huge, empty room. Yelling out, my lungs start to hurt. No one hears me.

Tears brim my eyes out of frustration. They never listen. They never want to listen. I stomp away from them heading for the bathroom. It's so hard to be in here. In this house that is never going to feel like home. I'm all alone here as I walk through the dark house and flip on the bathroom light.

There's a knock against the door. I didn't want to look up in case I saw that wretched bitch of a parent. She's always the last person I want to see. If anything she's going to yell at me for invalid reasons and pin everything on me like usual.

At the second knock I turn my head to see a muscular figure in the doorway. They step into the lone light letting all their glory be presented to me. His muscular body is mostly bare except for the white boxers clad to his nether regions. The long, golden blonde strands atop his head cascade down and spill over his shoulders. We say nothing as he pulls me out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind him as I walk into the now empty living room. He gives me a warm, stubbly smile and begins to walk over to me.

"I missed you, Tammy," he says and hugs my body. His head dips into the crook of my neck. It feels so real. I can feel him trying to sway us, both of us relishing in the feeling. He takes a misstep and almost makes us hit the wall until we sway away from it letting gravity take over. Our bodies collide with the floor letting him tangle his limbs all around me.

I giggle at him. "Connor," I groan at him. My arms manage to snake around his torso. A low chuckle comes from him. All of his muscles constrict around me like I'm going to leave him if he ever lets go.

At last he lifts his head to look at me. He still is over me, hovering. "You look so much better then before." He kisses my cheek. "You look cold, though." His hand reaches out and pulls a blanket towards me. I sit up and wrap it around my body. In front of me I see him extending a hand out to me. Graciously, I take his palm. The two of us are lifted to our feet and I smile at him shyly. Connor's so sweet when he wants to be. My eyes meet his seeing a twinkle in his eye that I'm all-too familiar with. Repressing and eye roll, I begin to ascend the stairs.

He trails behind me as I make my way up. His footsteps are close behind me. My bedroom was just in front of me. I start to reach out for the knob when Connor gently turns me around and gently presses my against the wall.