Teenage Runaways {A Michael Clifford Fanfiction}

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"Michael! Get your lazy ass up and go to the store!" I'm instantly brought into the coldness.

I groan loudly, looking at the clock. "Its only six!." I yell yanking the covers back over my thin body.

"What did I tell you, boy, we need food. Now go to the damn store." A tight grip on my arm makes me yelp in pain. He pulls me from the bed onto the floor. "Hurry the hell up."

I nod quickly. "Can I take the car?" I ask,hoping I don't have to walk again. He laughs humorously like it's the funniest thing I've ever said "No you can't take the car. You think I'm an idiot."

Yes.

"No, i-i just thought that since I would most likely have a lot of bags it would be best if I did." I mutter. Mentally smacking myself for stuttering a habbit I get when I'm nervous.

His eyebrow quirks upward in thought. "No,I think it would do you good. Your fatass needs the exercise."

I sulk my head. "I weigh 105.." I trail off. "How the hell do you know? I haven't made you a doctors appointment in... Three years."

I nod. "I made one myself a few months ago. I think I've lost weight since then." I play with the him of my frail jacket.

He shoots up, storming over to me. I feel a sudden sting on my left cheek. "You did what!?" He yells, I can practically see steam rising from his head.

"I m-made an appointment, I needed to. I was sick and mom-"

"Don't mention that whore in my house."

It's not your fucking house.

"I'm sorry... Can I go now?" I ask. Praying he says yes. This house is disgusting. "Yeah, fine. Take Abby with you." He moves his hand motioning to the front door.

I run down the steps to Abby's play room. "Ab? Babe we're going to go by-by okay. Put your jacket on." I whisper lightly to my six year old sister.

"Mikey?" She says sleepily. "Where we goin?" I step over the gate, walking over to her closet. "The store. We have to hurry before dad gets mad." I hurriedly put on her hello kitty coat. Stuffing her gloves in my pocket. "Come on Ab." I say grabbing her hand.

"Slow down, bubby your walking to fast." She wines. I see the car keys laying on the front mantel by the door, I smirk knowing the basted is probably drunk off his ass.

"Did daddy say you could drive?" Abby ask as I buckle her up in her car seat. "Sorta, he can't just expect me and you to carry all this stuff, not can he sugar plum." I laugh kissing her cheek.

She groans whipping of the saliva "ew, gross mikey germs."

~O~

"Can we get candy?"

"No."

"Why."

"It's bad for you."

"So is smoking, but you do that anyway."

We were walking down the candy lane, and Abby had been asking none stop for some candy. I would but we only have so much money, and we need actual food.

"I said no Abby."

Abby's bottom lip starts to quiver. "B-but I wanted a candy b-bar." She exclaims pointing to the large sized payday.

"Abby please I said n-"

"I say, if Abby wants a candy bar, she should get a candy bar." A voice says. I turn, a girl maybe about 5"4 with long dyed brown hair is holding out the candy bar to Abby. I quickly snatch it out of the strangers hand. "Who in the blue fuck are you?" I yell making her wince.

She flips a chunk of her hair behind her shoulder. "Lacey, who in the blue fuck are you?" She laughs.

"That's none of your business." I glare, stalking down the isles, picking up Abby along the way.

"I'll see you around." Lacey calls.

"Stupid fûcking stranger, trying to give my sister candy and shit." I mumble as I throw the items onto the conver-belt.

We pay for our food, me carrying six bags with Abby only carting two, those containing things like toilet paper, and paper plates.

"Stop that thief!" Someone yells. "She's getting away!" I'm suddenly knocked off my feet by a strong force. I'm met with the same light blue/grey eyes. She smiles setting something in my hand, just as fast as she was there, she was gone.

"Why didn't you stop her?" The man yelled. Running a hand threw..the hair that was left on his head. I just shrugged.

I look down at my hand. Smiling slightly.

A payday bar.

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