Unanchored: Inspired by Demi Lovato (book 1 of the unanchored series)

28.⚓️

The four visions that I had, what did they mean? The flashbacks and the...future? I sure hope the last two visions aren't from the future. The last thing I need is blood on my hands, literally. That's not even the point. I can't believe that Nick killed himself in my dream. He kept saying "Come on, you have to do it. Just do it. It's all your fault. Things are the way they are because of you." What he said, it got me wondering what is he talking about? What was so bad that he needed to kill himself? What did he do? What was he hiding? I needed to find out before he actually tries to kill himself.

And FYI, what the fuck happened back there with Demi and Emma? Why were they ganging up on me, accusing me of something that I didn't do or something that I had no knowledge of yet? See, I knew something bad was going to happen. I fucking knew it.

"You know just because you have an emotional breakdown, doesn't mean that you have to dye your hair." Michaela said, applying the blonde dye to my hair while I had my head in the bathroom sink. "I've already told you a thousand times, Mick. It wasn't a breakdown, I was hospitalized because I fainted. Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember." Michaela kept implementing the dye into my long blue hair. "It's a good thing that the hospital didn't have to give you a pacemaker thingy or whatever to monitor your heart."

"Yeah," I sighed. "I guess I got lucky, eh."

"It's all that stress you've been under lately. I mean...look at you." I scrunched my nose up in offense. "Um...look at me? Mick, you're wearing a fucking Peppa Pig pajama set." Michaela grew quiet and to tell you the truth, I was a little scared. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to run but I couldn't because my fucking head was down a sink. "Hey, can you please speak? Could you say something because I'm not sure if you want to bang my head against your sink or burn me with scalding hot water."

"Would you calm down? I'm just thinking about something." Michaela replied. "Something or someone?" I asked, having a gut feeling that Mick was probably missing Charlie. Mick took a deep breath, "Someone." I sighed deeply.

"Hand me a towel." I said as Mick takes her hands out of my hair and puts a towel in my hand. I unfolded the towel and put it over my head, twisting the end into a big bun. I took my head out of the sink and stood up straight, looking at Michaela. I sat on top of the counter while Mick sat down alongside me. I cleared my throat, "Mick, my...friend." Oh, God. That was so hard to say. After all, she is letting me stay at her house. Maybe she feels guilty for what she did to me. Whatever, I don't want to get into any of that. "I know...that you may still have feelings for...Charlie and it's okay." Michaela moved her head to me, "It is?"

"It is." I nodded, chuckling. "I mean, it's your ass that has to wake up to his armpit sweats in the morning." I snickered as Mick laughed, hitting me on my shoulder. "Hey," I said and Mick looked at me. "You want to finish dying my hair or do you want me to be the next Melanie Martinez?" Mick dropped her mouth, "Oh, shit. I totally forgot. Get the fuck off of my sink and let's get that blue poop out of your hair. ASAP." Mick pointed to my head as I got off of her counter.

The finishing results of my now blonde hair, what did I have to say? I looked like fucking Hannah Montana or that Lisa girl from Blackpink before her debut.

I loved Mick like she was my sister. Oh, God. It feels weird saying that too. Anyway, like I said, Michaela is like a sister to me and I didn't want anything to happen to her. I felt the same way with Gracie, Emma, and Rina.I really don't want her to get hurt again but if she wants to be with him, I couldn't stop her. But if a bitch needs to get a little crazy, we can get crazy.

Three days after Christmas, Michaela, Jackie and I went out for some coffee and doughnuts. After that, we headed back to Michaela's house. Jackie wasn't home, she was out buying groceries because the refrigerator was practically empty. Michaela and I were lying on the living room couch, my head was on her hands and my leg was over hers. She ran her fingers through my hair as we were watching Clueless, and right in the middle of the movie, I said, "I still can't believe she fell in love wit her stepbrother."