Too Good To Be True (MichaelMellxReader)

Ch.6// Confession

Y/N POV
I was sitting at lunch, and you know what, I was going to ask Michael if he loved me. I never heard him say it, and he acted weird when I brought it up, so I was going to be upfront about it.

I saw him walk in, and he sat down at my table, anxiously fidgeting with his fingers.
"Hey Y/N." He looked really focused and kinda sweaty.

"Michael I have a question-"
"Yah, I have some stuff I need to talk about."
He fidgeted with his hoodie strings more.
"Yes me too."
I sat and looked at him, waiting for him to speak, but he seemed too nervous.

"Why have you been acting so weird?"
I blurted out. He sighed, and his head hung.
"I... I have something to confess."
He looked absolutely defeated.
I put a hand on his shoulder.
"Did you murder someone?"
His head snapped up.
"No!"
"Okay, than it can't possibly be that bad."

He nodded.
"When we first got together, I didn't love you. I had just broke up with my ex-girlfriend and I-I needed a rebound."
Okay not the best news ever.
"My feelings scared me and I really just... expected sex. But-"
"You what?"
I didn't even want to hear the last part of that statement.
"You... expected sex from me? We didn't even know each other."

He quivered.
"Yes, I know. But you have to understand I-"
"Understand? What did you just assume I was some slut?"
My dad's voice rung around in my head.
That's what he always called me, a slut.

"Y/N I'm sorry, I-"
He reached out to grab my hand. I was overreacting, but I couldn't help it.
I pulled away.
"Don't touch me."
He looked hurt, but I was hurt too.
He didn't even like me.

"I just... I told you I loved you, I made myself vulnerable, and you were using me. You should have just been honest."
He nodded, and his head hung.
"I know, I'm sorry. But-"
"No buts. I don't want to hear excuses."
He sighed and nodded.
His mouth opened but I didn't want to hear another word, out of fear I might start crying.

I stood up and walked out of the cafeteria.
He just used me for sex.
I thought.
He's just like my dad.
Tears pricked my eyes.
Maybe my dad was right.
My feet stumbled along.
Maybe that's all I'm good for.
My pace quickened.
That's all people see when they look at me.
A slut.
The doors swung open and the crisp air hit my face. I started hyperventilating and my vision dimmed.

My dad's voice echoed through my head. I thought he was gone, every time I think he's gone, he's back... in my head.
He died after a drunk driving accident, with me in the car. He didn't care enough to keep me safe, he never did.

As my vision went pitch black, the last thing I saw was the sidewalk rushing towards my face, and the brick wall cascading down as I fell.

*time skip*

Michael's POV
I mean, I knew she would get upset, but she didn't even let me finish. I was going to tell her I loved her, I loved her so much.
I can't believe I've done this.

After a two more classes of incessant worrying, I knew I needed to find her, talk to her, apologize. I walked out of class, and two hands shoved me into the lockers.

I looked down to see Brooke, red in the face and baring her teeth.
"It's all your fault you Jackass!!" She yelled, hitting me harder into the metal behind me.

"W-what?" She looked about ready to cry.
She punched me in the nose, and I felt my eyes water.
Shit that hurt.
"It's your fault!! You hurt her, you scared her, you had to make her relive it!!"
She talking about Y/N dummy.
"What do you mean? What happened to her?"
Brooke scoffed.
"Panic attack, PTSD, whatever you wanna call it. She's recovering now, but let me tell you. You don't ever touch a hair on her head again."

I felt my heart drop, my head hollow, my air escape my lungs and none came back in.
"W-w-where i-is she?"
"Like I'm telling you. Just don't come near her."
And with that she walked away.
I didn't know what to do.
Maybe I was far too broken.

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