Teenage Runaways {A Michael Clifford Fanfiction}

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Why does Calum look so hot there ?!?

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A. BUSE
verb
əˈbyo͞oz/
1.
use (something) to bad effect or for a bad purpose; misuse.
"the judge abused his power by imposing the fines"
synonyms:misuse, misapply, misemploy; More..

The definition for abuse.

The internet can not tell you how it feels.

How it changes you.

How it hurts.

It can only give you the basic definition of the meaning.

For the next few days Lacey was on my mind.

Her hair.

Her eyes.

Her smart ass mouth.

There was just something about that girl that made me want to hate her, but at the same time I wanted to find out so much more. Like, why was she stealing from the store? Was she homeless?

I wince, taking off my shirt I see the bruises covering my back from the day we got back from the store.

Flash back.

"Michael?!" My dad calls angrily. "Where the fuck have you been? You think you can take my car uh?" He delivers a harsh punch to jaw.

I can hear Abby's shrikes. "Please don't. Not In front of her." I plead. Feeling the metallic taste of blood on my lower lip.

He smirks. He stalks away gripping my arm from behind, he's quiet until we get to his bed room. "What ar-" I'm pushed to the floor. "Shut up."

He hawks up a wad of saliva, spitting it on the side. "You think your a man? I'll show what being a man is." He said, unbuckling his belt.

Think.

My mind tells me. Think of anything else.

Mom. I miss you. Andrew. I wish you were here, things have gotten worse since you died.

Slap.

I could feel my breath becoming weaker. "Stop,please. I-It hurts." I bit my lip hard when he tugged on my red hair. "Shh, I'm close." He whispered in my ear. His hot breath made me squirm.

Thirty minutes later I'm lying on the floor. Not bothering to go find my pants that were strewn on the floor some place. He's always been violent. He blames me for her death. I do too.

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I once had a friend, her name was emily. She was sweet, the most kindest person you would ever meet. Until the day he came home, and saw us kissing on the sofa. He told her, and I quote "get your skank ass out of my house!" I can still see the hurt look on her face.

She wanted me to do something.

I didn't.

I just sat there. Motionless. He kicked the girl of my dreams out of my life. And I didn't fight for her. Now she's gone. "Mikey?"

A small voice interrupts my thoughts. I look over to see Abby in her p.j's, blanket in her hand. Along with MR.fluffy, her stuff rabbit she had since birth, "Ab's why are you up?" I walk over to her, pulling her up to my chest.

"I couldn't slweep." She says tiredly. "Daddy's yelling again, can I sleep with you?" I nodd, I walk over to my twin sized bed, setting her down on my chest. "Go to sleep." I breath.

"I love you mikey." She yawns.

"Yeah, I love you too."