Lace Underwear | m.c

Chapter 12.

Michael and I were in the middle of a full on flour war when the door bell rang. I brushed my hands down my apron and smiled at Michael's even paler face.

"I'll get the door and you can put the cookies in the oven." I said while walking down the hallway towards the front of the house.

I turned the door knob of the door and saw the familiar dark haired boy at the door.

"Hey, Bailey! I'm Calum, if you don't remember." He stated with a chuckle.

"Yes, I remember you! Michael is in the kitchen." I opened the door letting him inside.

We both walked into the kitchen and Michael greeted Calum with one of their silly little handshakes. I sat at the table only picking up bits and pieces of their low conversation.

"So Luke." I heard Calum bring up.

"I really don't want to talk about it. I don't ever want to." Michael replied.

The timer on the oven went off telling me that the cookies were done. I walked over silently and grabbed hot pads taking out the baking sheet.

"You bake?" Calum asked while reaching for a cookie.

"Occasionally I'll bake. Careful! They just came out of the oven." I scolded rolling my eyes.

"Her cookies are like heaven though." Michael said.

I shook my head, laughing softly and putting the cookies on a plate.

I left the room to let them talk and sat on the couch scrolling through the shitty television shows. Reality show after reality show. I sighed and turned the tv off.

"Calum, I swear to god if you think that is a good idea you're a fucking idiot!" I heard Michael scream.

I tiptoed over to the kitchen, keeping my distance and watched as Calum chuckled lightly.

Michael was eating a cookie while Calum was planning something out on a piece of paper.

"Well, imagine how much money we would make off of selling those!" Calum replied while writing down something.

"Calum I will not deal that drug. I only deal two. That's all." Michael said calmer.

I gasped lowly and stared at them both.

"Does Bailey know about this? I mean she probably wonders why you have all this cash sitting around." Calum asked.

"It's none of Bailey's fucking business, Calum. I just told her I had it saved up. Now would you please change the topic because I have everything under control."

I walked into the kitchen and both of their heads turned to look at me.

"So what drugs do you deal?" I said casually.

"Bailey, you weren't-"

"Yeah, yeah, I wasn't supposed to hear that. Let me guess marijuana and-"

"Bailey! This isn't your business so please just leave the room." Michael yelled towards me slamming his hands on the table.

I jumped slightly and sighed, looking away.

"And quit with the jumpy reactions. I didn't rape and beat you. Sam did so please stop that." He added and sighed.

"Yes, Michael. Whatever you want." I said with a small sarcastic smile.

I turned around and walked toward the staircase, but before I could make it up the first stair, I heard Michael's voice, "And do us a favor cut the attitude."

"Fuck you Clifford." I replied and ran up the steps.

As I reached the room, I sat on the floor grabbing my bags from under the bed. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't scared. Seeing Michael like this terrifies me.

I quickly packed clothes for a couple days and put my shoes on. I slowly walked down the steps trying not to make any sound.

I made my way to the door and saw Michael walking down the hallway.

"Where are you going?" He asked like nothing was said.

"Anywhere away from here." I replied turning around.

"No you're not." Michael said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me away from the door.

I pulled back and his grip only became tighter.

"Michael, stop! You're hurting me."

"Michael, stop!" He said mocking me and chuckling softly. His grip softened and he let go.

I yanked the door open and walked outside with him following.

"I'm leaving. Goodbye, Michael." I said typing in a familiar number in my phone.

"Just leave! After I saved your ass from being killed. You didn't mean much to me anyways." He shrugged softly and turned around to leave.

"Hi, Mark. Can you come pick me up?" I asked softly through the phone.

"Sure thing. I'll be there in ten."

"Thank you." I replied, hanging up.

I sat on the last step of the porch let the tears go. I always knew Michael had a short temper, but this was too far. My first guess his that it was because Calum is here and he wants to treat me like some pet but that's not what I am.

Hearing him say that I meant nothing to him makes everything hurt so much because I care about him more than anything.