Michael Mell X Reader-One Shots

Michael Mell X Grounded Reader Pt. 2

A/N!
There are some abusive mentions and other sad depression stuff.

Idk how to write these author notes. Welp :/

~The next day at school~

I walked into school the next day, looking down. I ignored the comments that the “cool” people gave to me. I stuck my hands in my pockets as I walked through the halls, heading to my first class. I didn’t realize Michael was behind me until he hugged me and spun me around, making me face him. I looked up at him and gave him a fake smile, which he noticed quickly.

“(n/n)...What’s wrong?” Michael grabbed my hands, looking down at me.

“She got so mad Michael…” I looked up at him with tears forming in my eyes. “She pushed me to tell her what I did...She was so close...so close to hitting me and throwing things…” Once Michael let go of my hands, I hugged him tightly, letting the tears go into his chest, not caring who stared. I gripped the back of his sweatshirt, whining. “Ever...Ever since my father left...She’s...been like this…”

My father left about a month or more ago and my mother’s attitude changed completely. She started getting rough and harsher with me and not as cheery or easygoing as she use to be. Usually, it’s the fathers that do this, but no. My family is a different story. The only one my mom has left is me and it doesn’t feel like she really wants me. Everyone in our family left. She drinks and hits me whenever she’s drunk. Even when she isn’t drunk, I still get hit. Michael knows very little about this since it’s only been like a month since it started. I wore a sweatshirt even though it was pretty nice outside and kept the sleeves down. Michael’s sleeves were rolled up since he always wore that sweatshirt. I let go of him and slowly pulled away, tugging one sleeve up to show a hand-shaped bruise around my wrist.

“This is the farthest she’s ever gone...I don’t want to go home Michael…” I whined, staring up at him.

“Then don’t. Come home with me. I’ll take care of you, (f/n)...I won’t let her hurt you.” He brought me closer, kissing my forehead just as the bell rang for the first class. Michael let go of me and just held my hand and walked me to class, not caring if he was late to his own. He brought me to my class and quickly kissed me before going to his own class.

For the rest of that day, I was quiet and teared up here and there. Even at lunch, I was quiet while sitting beside Michael. I didn’t eat and just leaned on him. When the school day ended, I walked with Michael to his car and headed over to his place. His moms weren’t home like he said and I was glad. I went with him downstairs to his basement since that’s literally the first thing he does when he gets home. I sat in the same beanbag as him, curling up in his lap as he played video games. My phone was going off like crazy again and I just ignored it, nuzzling into Michael’s chest.

“Are you gonna get that?” He mumbled, totally focused on the game, pausing it once I didn’t answer. He looked down at me and saw that I fell asleep. My phone was still vibrating since my mom was calling. Michael reached over and grabbed my phone.

*5 missed calls from Mom, 6 new messages from Mom, 3 voicemails from Mom*

He opened the messages and read what my mom wrote.

Mom: Where the hell are you?

Mom: You're supposed to come home after school

Mom: (f/n). You better not be at that asshole’s house

Mom: If I find you there, I swear

Mom: That’s it.

Mom: I’m coming over there.

Michael looked at the time, seeing that the message was sent 3 minutes ago. He put my phone down, hearing a bang on the front door upstairs. He moved me so I was comfortable on the beanbag, letting me sleep as he went to deal with my mom. Michael went upstairs, shutting the basement door before answering the front door. He cracked the door, glaring at my mom.
“Michael!” She said cheerfully with a smile. “Is (f/n) here? There’s a project she has at home and She was supposed to come home an-”

“She’s not going.” He cut her off.

“Excuse me?”

“She’s not going home.” He repeated. This was raising his anxiety, but he held it back. He was doing this for my sake.

“You don’t have that say. I am her mother. Tell her she’s coming home right now.” My mom crossed her arms and the happy tone in her voice disappeared.

“No. She’s not leaving.” He started to close the door, but my mom just shoved it open, pushing Michael out of the way. He knew he couldn’t go after her as she went all throughout his house, searching for me. While she was searching, Michael called the police, knowing how dangerous my mom was to me. By the time the police showed up, my mom had a tight grip on me and was dragging me outside. In the doorway, she backhanded me, giving the police clear evidence that she was abusing me. They took her away and thanked Michael as he helped me back up to my feet. I held onto him tightly and cried into his chest hard. Michael watched as all the police cars drove off while holding me. Once they were all gone, he led me back downstairs. He sat down and pulled me into his lap, turning on some soft music.
“You’re alright now, (f/n). She’s gone. She won’t come back. I’m here.” Michael ran his fingers through my hair and held me as close as possible. He let silence take over, feeling my tense form loosen up and my breathing slowed down. He smiled as he watched me sleep in his arms. He got up and started to head upstairs with me, setting me on the bed. I groaned and stirred in my sleep. Michael got into the bed and held me close, just wanting to lay there with me for hours. I woke up 3 hours later and it was 7 pm. Michael was still beside me, playing some game on his DS, facing away from me. I moved closer, wrapping my arms around his waist and tangled my legs with his.

“Hi, Mikey….Are you ok?...” I asked quietly, nuzzling his back. Michael smiled once he felt my arms around him, spooning him.

“I’m fine. She didn’t do anything to me. As long as you’re fine.” He answered, pausing his game and set it on the nightstand. He turned around, facing me. “You know what this did though?”

“What do you mean?” I grumbled, looking into his chocolate brown eyes.

“We can live together.” He smiled. A small smile formed on my lips as well. “I could move into your house or you can move here.” I nodded, agreeing with him.

“That sounds great.” I smiled more, pecking his lips. “What would even happen with my house if I move here?”

“We can ask my moms when they get back. I can ask them to come home sooner.” I nodded to that as well.

“Can we go to my house and pack my stuff then?...I wanna come back here…”

"Of course we can. We'll go tomorrow, ok?"  Michael kissed the top of my head a few times, smiling down at me.

I nodded and smiled back up at him. "Thank you Mikey."

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