Redstitution [a Michael Clifford fan fic]

Explaination.

Michaels pov.

"We like to call this place redstitution" I answered.

"Why?" She asked as if it was the weirdest name on earth.

"Every one here has red hair. 'They' dye it" I simply said using my hands as quotation marks.

"Oh. So whys mine still black?" She questioned, looking down at her locks.

"Probably because 'they' are too busy. It happens some times but you'll definately have red hair by tomorrow"

"Okay. So why am i in an institution? I swear im not crazy or anything."

"Well, that's what you think. You see, everyone here has done something that someone else doesn't like, for example a friend of mine learnt Russian, I went to university to study forensics even though my parents told me to study mechanics. It doesn't matter what we have done whether it be big or small, someone with lots of money didn't like it so they got us sent here." I explained "The real question here is, what did you do?"

"I don't know... Maybe it was my music... Maybe it was... Oh never mind" she stammered.

"Well you'll definitely have time to figure it out, you'll be here for the rest of your life. Sorry"

"The rest of my life?! I can't be here for the rest of my life, I have goals, plans, things I need to do! Who's going to take care of my cats while I'm gone?!" She screamed.

"I don't thing you'll need to worry about your cats, everyone has their pets brought here with them. Nothing else though, just you, the clothes on your back and your pets." I then pointed to the pile of black clothes in the corner. "You'll be wearing these from now on. Get dressed." I told her. I turned around so that she could get dressed modestly, not that she knew it would be her last time without someone watching in person. The cameras are always watching.

I thought she was done so I turned around, she wasn't. I saw her standing there with her back to me, she was half naked wearing only underwear, trying to get the sports bra that had been provided for her on. She was beautiful, she had a curved back that perfectly complemented her ass, her hips were wide but not large, her ass wasn't big enough that it took away the attention from her legs but big enough that my eyes hovered there for a moment longer than they should have. Her legs were long and curved, strong like she had been dancing her whole life but her thighs were big enough to show that she had given it up recently. Her arms were shapely and tense while she struggled to do up the hooks on her bra. When I noticed myself staring at the side of her breast that had peaked around in the midst of her struggles I stopped myself, I couldn't let myself catch feelings for someone that hadn't even been initiated yet, I had to wait and see how she went in her trials. When I noticed that she had finally done up her bra and that she was starting to turn back around I spun back towards the door hoping that she didn't see me. Unfortunately I had been caught staring.

"Like what you see, Comrade?" She says with sarcasm.

"Not yet sugar, hurry up and get dressed, we have somewhere to be."

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