𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙙 | 𝖬𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝖳𝗈𝗐𝗇𝗅𝖾𝗒 - 𝖣𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖺 𝖷 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

3

Y/n pulled up to the gate in which Michael De Santa lived. The home was a beautiful large mansion. It was a Spanish renaissance styled home in Rockford Hills. Although she was an unknown person, the gate automatically opened due to the sensors feeling the weight of her car.

Slowly she pulled in, scared of what she was going to find.

She wanted to believe this was her best friend Michael, but deep down she knew this is a new guy. Michaels gone.

Parking her car in the driveway and of the large house, she walked up to the door. Taking a deep breath she knocks on the door and prepares herself for disappointment.

"Fucking christ Michael! I swear to god if this is another one of your damned hookers!" A females voice shouted from the house, although it was muffled. The door swung open to reveal a familiar brown haired woman; her hair down to her shoulders along with light blue eyes. She was wearing a bright pink tank top along with black joggers.

She stared at the woman for a few seconds trying to see where she recognized her from before her mouth ran dry.

"Amanda..."

Amanda stared back into Y/n's eyes her mouth hanging agape. "I- Y/n...?" A man's voice yelled through the house. "Well Amanda? Who was it? A hooker?"

The man walked to the door looking over Amanda's shoulder seeing an all too familiar face. Y/n and the man made eye contact.

Her breathe hitches as she see's the sight of the man she's been mourning for the past decade.

"Holy fuck..." Michael muttered under his breath. The last person he ever expected to see again was Y/n.

Y/n looked down at the floor wiping the involuntarily tear off her cheek. "Well, we need to fucking talk, huh?" She laughed, her voice cracking as she spoke.

Amanda ushered the girl inside their home, before leading the group to the living room. The two old friends just stared at each other for a few seconds, not sure what to say.

Michael cleared his throat and looked at Amanda. "Amanda.. Could Y/n and I have a moment?" I looked back at her with pity in my eyes as she nodded and left. They had always had a rough relationship, but their children made it so they couldn't split up. If anything was the same, she was sure if something hadn't changed it would be that.

"Y/n... I have so much explaining to do.. I'm so sorry." She scoffed as she looked at the face of her 'dead' best friend.

"Yeah you have a hell of a lot of explaining to do damnit! You were all I had Michael! You cant fix this with a simple sorry. I mourned you for so long! Don't you understand?"

Michael swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat. "Y/n I didn't want to. I fucking HAD to! Won't you let me explain!" She held back the tears threatening to fall.

"Then explain Mikey. Fucking explain."

Michael sighed looking around the room in hopes to find an excuse. "I'm in the witness protection program, I had to pretend I was dead okay? You think I fucking wanted to walk away from my life?"

Y/n raises her eyes in disbelief before standing up over the male.

"Are you fucking kidding me?  Yes I fucking do think you wanted to 'walk away'. Look at this damn house you're living in! You didn't lose anything Michael. You still have your family! When you 'died' I was alone! Trevor is god knows where, Brad's in fucking prison and Lester's no fucking help! Somehow we all just migrated towards this shitty ass state and that's the only reason I found you!"

The middle aged man just let the angered woman yell at him, he did believe he deserved it. He stood up walking past her as she finished yelling. "Yeah I didn't lose my family but I lost you Y/n. You fucking think that was easy?"