Daddy issues [ Michael Langdon ]

Chapter one.

       Michael had his lips pursed. He was frowning in the direction of me, Shea. Immediately he smirked, his dirty blonde hair by his ears moving slightly when he stood up. I gulped and looked up at him. "Michael please." I whisper nervously. He chuckles. "I don't take 'please' into my vocabulary. I don't appreciate you begging, dear — I always get what I want." His eyes shift black.

5 months earlier.

     Michael and I were the best of friends and had been for nearly 11 years. It was a never ending friendship. We had met in kindergarten and it grew from there. "Michael, that is bloody stupid of you to call my boyfriend a rat." I whisper slowly in my defense as I walked alongside him. I didn't know he was the Antichrist. He rolls his eyes, fingering his jacket pocket as a tool to fidget while he spoke. "I didn't just call him a rat, darling, I called him a filthy rat, searching in the sewers for scum while he has a lovely girlfriend wrapped around his finger — you. It's clear he's cheating on you." He scoffs quietly. I shut my eyes righty and stopped walking. I didn't want to believe what he was saying, what I was hearing.... and what I had seen. After a moment I heard his shoes come to a stop as he placed a hand on my shoulder. "You would be in a lot less pain if you simply accepted the truth, Shea."
       Why wouldn't my boyfriend go digging around for other girls? A stupid thought, really but — I'm a seventeen year old, 5'4" girl who spends more time with Michael than I do with Gem, my boyfriend. I whimpered as Michael caressed my cheek, my eyelids finally opening to look at him. "You shouldn't settle for someone that doesn't pay enough attention to you." His voice grew raspy and soft. I loved that voice he used. Over the past 3 years I had developed feelings for that boy, Michael Langdon, but I couldn't say it to him. I didn't want a relationship to spoil our friendship. So I tried to cut off my feelings, finding a boyfriend I had been dating for the past 9 months, who turned out to be cheating on me with 3 other women. I knew what Michael was saying about him was true. "You need to be the one to leave his ass. He shouldn't be leaving you. Power is pleasure." He mutters the last sentence mainly to himself, but I caught on, frowning at him. "Power is pleasure? Are you joking? I can't even look at Gem without wanting to cry." I whined and hugged my waist. I could nearly feel Michael rolling his eyes again. "Then I'll come with. If you start crying— that fucker will get what he deserves. A good beating." He growled silently. The rings on his fingers shimmered and I nervously eyed them. If he hurt someone with those, it would immediately go bloody. "Mic, for the sake of ourselves and Gem? Don't hurt him. Remember last time you got charges for beating that other kid up at school a few months back." I remind him. "Yes. Because he was being a complete and utter asshole." He laughs sternly and I look away. His hand firmly wrapped around my hand that was closest to him, calmly swinging our hands back and forth. He did this sometimes to calm me down. And it did. "I'll speak to Gem today. It's over." I sigh. "Good. Now that you've said that — take a breath of fresh air. Soon you won't have any more pain in that big smart brain of yours." He grins toothily. I nod, inhaling deeply. When I exhale, I only had one thing on my mind.
Michael.

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With love,
The writer. ]