Too Good To Be True (MichaelMellxReader)

Ch.8// Lay It All On The Line

Y/N POV
And so I told him everything. All the abuse, being taken advantage of, the no regard for my life or his, his death.
I remember it vividly, how could I not?

We were driving back from my mom's house. It was my dad's turn to take care of me, and the sun was just setting on the horizon.
The warm colors of the sky almost made me forget how heavily the car smelled of booze, and the sloppy, jerky movements of the vehicle.

I looked up to the front, and he looked like he was going to fall asleep. I snapped my fingers in front of his face.
"Dad? Wake u-"
He grabbed my wrist.
"Shut up." He grimaced.
My wrist hurt and he wasn't even holding the wheel anymore.
"D-dad? Stop! Dad pay attention."
He scoffed and threw me back. I held my seatbelt tighter, but instead of grabbing the steering wheel he grabbed an empty bottle.

"Goddamn I'm out." He muttered.
There were horns blaring, my heart was racing, my head was pounding, I took a sharp breath in.

I saw the brick wall in front of us. The solid brick wall, ready for impact. Well so was I.
I pressed my back up against the seat, and tried to scream for my dad, but he was focused on speeding up. He wanted to hit the wall.

Then the impact. It was all so painful. I felt my body, my stomach, my heart, and my dinner lurch forward.
My eyes peeled open and it was a wreck. Glass everywhere, broken windows, the front console and the dashboard was smashed in.
My dad was no longer sitting in his seat, and there was a hole in the windshield.

"DAD!!" I screamed, I unbuckled my seatbelt, but my car door wouldn't open. I scratched my head and found blood at my finger tips.

There was probably a lot of cuts from glass, maybe some broken bits, but I had too much adrenaline and fear coursing through my veins to notice. And soon after the ambulances arrived, medicine.

The drugs filled up my brain and my eyes fluttered closed. The last thing I remember was them pulling my dad's lifeless body from the front of the car.

He tried to kill himself that day, and it worked. He maybe tried to kill me, but he didn't take me down. He only broke me. I was still a little broken, but I'm still here. And that's enough.

After my entire explanation, sad-sob story or whatever, I looked to Michael. He didn't have the usual pitiful look on his face that most people had, he looked interested.
Are you okay?
That asshole.
He's in a better place.
All responses I have got before. But his interested me.
"Do you know why he did it?"
I had never considered that before.
Hated his life? Maybe, but I don't think so.
Money he owed? Possibly.
Wanted to kill me? That could've been likely.
Was just drunk and didn't think about it? No.
He definitely thought about it.

"I don't know. I just know he knew what he was doing."
Michael sighed and hugged me close.
I wrapped my legs around his waist like I did before and he picked me up.
We went up to his room, and I saw the purple light of the sunset peek through the blinds.
He set me on the bed and laid next to me, running his fingers through my hair.
"You are so important to me."
He said. It made me feel fuzzy.

"You are so sweet." I whispered back.
He kissed the side of my head, and I kissed the tip of his nose.
Before I knew it all the sunset-purple faded and the only light that shone through the room was the moonlight.
I listened to Michael gently snoring behind me, his loving arms around me, I drifted off to sleep.

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