Skype - Michael Clifford Fanfiction

Chapter 3

I arrived home. But I did remember to full the gas thank.

I walked in.

" Where were u? your late for lunch like 3 hours ago "

" I was cared away writing song with a friend "

She noded.

" Go and eat. its on the table. " she was making eyes at me. what the hell did I do to her.

I ate. slowly. I wasn't that hungry anymore. so I tru out the rest and went to my room. And shut the door.

Why was she making eyes at me. Did I do something wrong? or did I hurt her feelings or something. I don't know but know I just wanted to sleep.

* The next day *

I woke up to my brother screeming in the bathtub.

" Please shut up " I whispered.

I got up and changed to my jeans and a hoodie. It's my lazy day wath else do you expect me to where.

I knock on the door my brother was screeming in.

" Can you shut up. I was trying to sleep here "

" Well it's your fault for not making mom happy"

Ok what does he mean by that.

I walked downstairs seeing my mom with ice cream her computer and tissues like she was crying and she was still in her pj.

" Mom are you ok? "

" Get out! " she yeld. " get the fuck out! "

I was shocket from the words she told me. what did I do.

" What did I do? "

" You lied to me. your not the dather I knew. I don't ever think your my dather" she sayd.

" So GET OUT! PACK YOUR STUFF AND LEAVE! " she screened. This is pretty mush the first time she actually did this to me.

I ran up crying. I toke my phone out and started texting Michael.

Me:

Michae can l stay at your place my mom is kicking me out of the house.

Mickey :

Sure ill help you pack up. and I'm coming now. Be there in 2 min.

I started packing my things till I herd my mom call me.

"Betsy your boyfriend is here! "

I'm not dating him where is she getting that idea.

U can downstairs and bringed Michael up to my room.

" So do u know why she's kicking you out of the house "

" I have no idea and I'm scared to ask. "

It was being awkward for I while and it was getting more awkward when my mom came in my room.

" Here take this it was for your birthday till I found out what u did last night. here " and she thru a new acrostic guitar. " You have to be out for tonight. "

And she slammed the door.

" Ouch that must hurt "

I fell to the ground. bawling. I couldn't take it anymore. why was she saying that I was not her dather. What did I do so bad last night.

" You ok " Michael sayd rubbing circles on my back.

I sniffet. " yeah I'm fine "

* later that night *

I'm don't now. Im sure I toke everything I hope.

I walked out the house looked at it once and jumped in Michael car.

I was sad but I had to go.

I decided to look thru twitter. I have loads more followers then before.

I had 200 and now 1054. wath the hell.

I looked at my message. there pretty hurtful.

Like

@misspizzamichey23

Stay away from my man. your to ugly for him. I know I'm ugly but I'm way pretty then u. that's how ugly u are.

@5sos#1fan

Your just an ugly, fat and slut.

And there's one from my mother.

@KatyBaker5

Your the worst dather I've ever had and hope u never come back home ever.

I just realized I had a tears coming down my cheek.

" You sure your ok "

" No not really. " I started crying hard. " I have no one. my mom twitted me and full of other people twitted bad stuff about me. and I don't even know why my mom is kicking me out the house "

" It's ok you have me " he smiled at me and looked at the road.

He had his hand on my lap. And it was silent but had music from the radio.

Sorry for the chapter for being to small I'm tryin my best to make it longer.

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Emillie Paquette

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