White V-Neck. [Mike Fuentes]

Chapter 24 - I don't wanna feel a thing anymore.

[A/N: I'm sorry to announce that due to the lack of feedback, I'm going to cut this story short. Sorry to all of those who were reading it but no worries, I'm already working on a sequel. Hope you guys enjoy this last chapter.]

**Ally's P.O.V.**

These weeks have been hell. So stressful and full of pain.

We had found the guy that had killed my sister. He was thrown in jail and sentenced for many years behind bars.

My mom had drifted away. Each time I spoke to her it seemed like she was avoiding me. She was so caught up in her work she hadn't come to visit for my birthday.

Oh well.

Mike was trying to be nice but when I didn't respond adequately, he would get mad and start yelling. I think it's because we've been drifting apart. Maybe it's just me. I don't know. I have been trying my hardest to make this work but it seems like I was the only one putting an effort.

He was also beginning to drink and smoke more. And I don't know how much I could take.

"Allison, come down here." he yelled from downstairs. He was probably drunk again. I sighed because I missed him calling me Ally. He didn't even do that anymore.

I quickly made my way down the stairs and into the living room.

"Yes Michael?" I asked coldly. If he wasn't gonna make the effort to make this work, then I was giving up.

"Don't talk to me in that tone."

"Well then how do you want me to talk to you then?"

"Don't start getting an attitude with me Allison."

"I can do whatever the fuck I want. I'm an adult." I snapped.

"What the hell has been going on with you these past weeks?"

"I don't know. You tell me."

"I said don't fucking get an attitude with me." he snarled grabbing a chunk of my hair and pulling me close to him.

I had gotten used to this. Whenever I gave him a hard time he used to inflict pain on me. As if it were gonna make me act any different.

"I. Can. Do. Whatever. The. Fuck. I. Want." I said, emphasizing each word by adding a short pause.

Another thing he had gotten back to doing was hitting me.

He raised his hand and as if by coincidence Jaime walked through the door with Vic. He just stood there, frozen.

"MICHAEL CHRISTOPHER FUENTES! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING YOU PRICK?" Vic yelled.

"I'M JUST TRYING TO TEACH THIS BITCH NOT TO GET A FUCKING ATTITUDE WITH ME."

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER. YOU'RE FUCKING PATHETIC. I THOUGHT MOM AND DAD HAD TAUGHT YOU BETTER BUT I GUESS I WAS WRONG."

Mike suddenly let go of me and I ran over to Jaime with an emotionless look on my face.

"Are you okay? Did he do anything?" he asked, clearly concerned. Vic and Mike were still yelling in the background.

"Yeah. He was just about to hit me again when you guys walked in." I said half smiling.

"What? Again?" he asked with a confused look on his face.

"Yeah. Again. Mike has been hitting me a lot lately." I said blankly.

It took a lot to set Jaime off but the time I told him about Mike he was on fire.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT! YOU DON'T DESERVE HER." I heard Jaime yell as he practically ran towards Mike.