Lace Underwear | m.c

Chapter 13.

"I can assure you that Michael does care about you. You matter to him. I've never seen him so wrapped up in a girl. I would even say he loves you." Mark explained. "Only a couple months ago, he was partying and hooking up with random people every night. You have an effect on him."

I took a deep breath and sat back in the chair. We were both currently at the warehouse talking and what Michael had said to me.

"He most likely said those things because Calum was there." Mark added.

I sighed and played with the hem of my sweatshirt.

"What if he was faking this the whole time and now he decides to be truthful?" I asked.

"Bailey, there is no way that Michael doesn't care about you. Look, I know you're upset and all that girly stuff, but can we drop it? He'll explain himself and you'll be running back." Mark said with a low sigh.

I nodded and stood up grabbing my bag of clothes. "I need somewhere to stay in the mean time."

"You can't just stay at Michael's? I'm not sure where I could put you. Unless you have an idea."

"You could let me stay at your place." I suggested.

"I don't think that's a good idea. How about we rent you a room at the hotel in town?"

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I was laying in the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling. My phone rang for about the hundredth time. Of course it was Michael. He kept calling and texting. I just didn't want to talk to him at the moment.

I grabbed my phone and turned it off. I grabbed my jacket and pulled it around myself.

My father invited me to a family dinner tonight and I'm just praying that none of them hate me now. I mean having to say your only daughter is a drop out who lives with this crazy guy who also dropped out isn't the proudest conversation.

I walked at a fast pace towards the Italian restaurant I was to meet them at. It was a chilly day and getting darker by the minute.

I walked into the restaurant spotting my mother immediately. She made eye contact and quickly looked down. I made my way to the table and my father waved at me.

"Bailey how's it been?" He asked softly as I sat down.

"It's been alright. How have you been?" I replied with a smile.

"I've been ok. Lots of things have happened. But talk about you. Was your vacation good?" He asked politely.

"Where'd you go?" My little cousin Robbert asked from the side of me.

"I went to the beach with a friend. I had a great time." I said softly.

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Dinner ended and for the most part it was alright. My mother rarely looked at me, but I understood.

The wind blew my light jacket from my body and I wrapped it back around myself. I turned my phone on and immediately regretted it once I saw over fifty missed calls from Michael.

I sighed, opening my door and calling Michael.

"Bailey! Are you ok? Are you coming back? I'm so so sor-"

"Save it Michael. No, I'm not coming back tonight." I calmly said.

"Bailey, you need to come home right now. I'll come and get you. You're not safe alone." Michael said softly into the phone.

"I don't think you realize that I'm old enough to take care of myself. I'm in no harm with being in my hotel room."

"Whatever you say, but it's not safe. Just please come home." Michael begged.

A big part of me wanted to go back to the house and just forget about it all but then the other part knew that letting him get what he wants isn't the answer.

"Michael, you hurt me. I'm not going to come home that easily. I'll talk to you later. Good night." I said hanging up the phone right after.

I knew that I might have been over exaggerating, but he said that I didn't even matter to him. It hurt to hear that and I don't want to give into him every time he says hurtful things to me.