Alone. (Michael Sutthakorn)

Chapter Twenty-Five

(Jamie's POV)

"You can't do that!" I stuttered.

Can the do that? I don't want to go back, I would prefer to be homeless then live with them. They treat me like crap, it's like I am only there to help them around the house.

"Ms Clark, I think I can." He said giving me an apologetic smile.

"You're going to take me back to a household where my brother hits me!" I shouted at them. I maybe should of told them that when I was explaining what had happened.

"I'm sure that is not true." The police officer said completely ignoring the statement.

Everything I said isn't true in their eyes. I feel the tears brimming in my eyes once again, i don't want to leave Michael. I want to stay here, he'll look after me.

"It's true! Please, you've got to believe me." I begged them, I moved closer to the policemen begging for them to believe me. I need them to believe me, I can't go back there.

"Ms Clark please pack your stuff and let's get going." He said smiling. What have I done, I ran away to get away from being blamed for all the things Charles done. Yet, I'm still being blamed.

"Whatever." I said, I walked upstairs. I had nothing to pack but I was hoping for Michael to follow me, which he did.

We were both in the bedroom, I broke down in tears. I didn't want to go back, plus they've moved. I have no idea where they live, they could live anywhere.

"Princess, don't cry." Michael mumbled into my hair while he was hugging me. I couldn't help myself, I kept crying.

"I don't want to go." I cried harder into his shoulder. "I don't want to leave you." I said hugging him, I squeezed him. I didn't want to let go.

"Here, take some of my things." He smiled, I could see the tears in his eyes. I know it's seems pathetic but it was sad. We had just got back together and then something stupid like this happens.

He pulled out a bag from under his bed, he stuffed it with some of his jogging bottoms and a lot of his tops, I even saw him throw one of his beanies in. I placed my phone charger on the top of all the clothes he had put in there, I put my leather jacket in there too.

I can't believe I'm actually going.

"Babe, we will see each other again." He smiled. I was still crying, I was so emotional.

"Does this mean we're breaking-" I started but he cut me of instantly.

"God no!" Michael said bringing me into a hug, he put out and connected our lips. Our lips were moving perfectly in sync, I didn't want to pull out of the kiss by I knew I had too.

We walk down stairs with my bag packed. The police were standing there. I smiled at them, I followed them out to the car. I got in the back. I began waving at Michael, I felt a warm tear roll down my cheek.

I felt the car start up, I took one last look at Michael and we began driving off.

"Are you even allowed to do this?" I groaned looking out of the car window. I had no idea where we were going, we were nowhere near where I lived anymore.

"Yes, Ms Clark." They laughed. "Of course we are, we don't do things that are against the law." He reassured me, I let out a loud sigh. Loud enough for them to hear.

Why did Zoe say sorry through text? Did she say something to the police?

"Excuse me?" I said tapping one of them on the back trying to grab their attention.

"Yes?" The one in the passengers seat said turning around to face me.

"Did you talk to a girl named Zoe?" I asked, he raised his eyebrow. Either he was confused or he had no clue how I found that out.

"Unfortunately we can't tell you that, that is classified." The police officer said. Well, I'm guessing what I was saying was true.

I knew Charles was an idiot but I didn't think he would blame everything on me. In all honesty I thought my Dad would be a bit smarter than that. I thought he would of known that I genuinely wouldn't of been capable to of done that.

"Ms Clark we are here." He said opening the door for me, I stepped out with my bag. People were giving me looks on the street, by looks I mean dirty looks.

We walked up to the house and they knocked on the door. The urge in me wanted to run away, as quickly as I could. I really didn't want to be here. I heard the door open, I didn't bother looking round. That is how much I didn't want to be here.

"Hello Jamie." I heard my brothers voice say. I looked round to him, I saw him smirking.

That was it. I jumped on him I began trying to punch him, I'm fed up of him! I'm not putting up with his shit anymore, he can't fucking do that!

"You were the fucking one who got in trouble with drugs you dick!" I said punching him while I was on top of him. I felt people pull me of him.

"I wouldn't touch drugs." He said trying to play innocent which made me angrier than ever!

"Whatever, dick." I said pushing past him into what is my new family home.

"Well you made quite the entrance didn't you?" My dad snarled, I turned my nose up at him. I'm not going to be here long, I didn't care if he hated me. I'll find a way out.

"Cool." I said putting my bag on the floor. "Where is my room?" I said to my Dad.

"Upstairs, end room." He said. I raised my eyebrows, I walked up the stairs covered in old carpet. Dad has never been the decorating type, if you saw my house properly you'd understand.

I reach my room, it had pink carpet on the floor and a bed with a cover with a couple of pillows in the corner.

I didn't care.... I'm not gonna be here long.

(- okay she is back at her family home, ok.)