Almost Gone. || Michael Clifford

Chapter 22 - Explanation

He held me tighter and I started to sob louder. "What's wrong, Melodie?" He whispered in my ear. I couldn't find the words to explain, I didn't know how to begin. I can't just blurt out 'I just got raped! He's going to think that I'm a maniac. But I will eventually tell him what's wrong, I just need to calm down a little bit.
"Come, follow me.." He held his arm around my lower back and I just followed him where ever he's about to go. I was still sobbing, but not as much as before and the tears still came one after one. I gained a few confusing and disgusting looks from people we met on the way. And a few even looked at me with pity. Like, have they never seen a girl cry before. Geez, they can at least look distractedly and not stare. A few people even whispered to each other and then looked at me with weird faces.

I gave them a quick glance before looking down at my feet. "Where are we going?.." I whispered to Michael. All the looks made me feel really insecure. If I didn't want to die before, I definitely wanted to do that now. "We're almost there" He whispered back. "Just a few more minutes" I slightly nodded and continued looking down at my feet. I could still hear the whispering and I felt their gaze on me. It was really uncomfortable and I couldn't help but cringe. Michael looked down at me with worry written over his face. "What?.." I questioned him, I can't stand that he'll stare, too.. "You moved?" I looked at him confused, "Yeah, it's called walking?" He shook his head a little, "No, no I meant you were shaking? I mean, you.. Uhm.. were, like, quivering?" I lightly giggled at how cute he sounded when he tried to explain what I did. He sounded nervous, but I like this part of him. He really cares, and that's adorable.
He looked at me like I was some sort of Alien. His left eyebrow was raised and if I had to guess, I'd guess he looked at me like that, because I giggled and how can someone giggle under circumstances like this? If he only knew how adorable he was, he would giggle, too. 

"Everybody's staring at me..." I said, so he would stop staring at me like I was from outta space. "Fuck them.. They don't know what happened.. So they have no rights to judge you anyway!" He gave me a reassuring smile before looking at the road again.
"Neither do you.." I answered to him, trying to play smart. "What do you mean, Mel?.."
"You don't know what happened either, Michael.." "But I don't judge you, Melodie." He sounded so serious when he talked now. I don't like it, well.. I'm not really in a "joking" mood now, but still.. He doesn't have to sound so serious.. I hate it.

I nodded, both in agreement and because I didn't know what else to say. 

After a few minutes walk, I started to recognize the environment. "Isn't your band there?" I whispered almost inaudible. "They're at the hotel, I think." Michael answered and opened the door to the bus. "Why?" He added, after I closed the door after me. "I just.. I don't really wanna meet anyone else... Not right now, at least.." He nodded and looked at his feet before looking at me. "Do you wanna tell me what happened now?" The dyed hair boy sounded so worried, and I don't want him to be that. He shouldn't be worried about me, I'm nothing and well.. He's in this really cool band, and has a lot of fans and friends. He can get whoever he want, so he would probably not even miss me if I went gone. 
But well, a promise is a promise, I guess... I have to tell him..

"It's nothing seriously.. Really.. It probably is my fault anyway.." I begun, and he grabbed my hand and led me to the little living room, if you even can call it that. We sat beside each other, but faced each other, as well. I looked at him, then at the TV, then back at him, then at the table. I was really nervous and looked everywhere. 

"You know.. You don't have to tell me if you don't want, too.. And I'm positive that it's not your fault either." He gently pressed my hand and I half smiled before answering, "I'll tell you.. But you probably won't even care.. But okay, here it goes..." I paused and I could feel tears running down my cheek.

"So... I came out from the hospital a while ago... I don't really remember if I told you or not, but -" 
"You told me about that, the first time we met" He interrupted me, "Sorry.. Go on" He added later when he noticed that I looked at him in a strange way. To my defense, I did look at him weird , but only because he remembered the first time we met! I guess, I was surprised, in a good way. 

"You remember the first time we met?" I smiled at him. It came out more like a question than a statement, so it didn't surprise me when he answered it, too "Obviously.. And apparently you forgot" he slightly smirked, "but continue, please". Michael talked really careful and he wasn't his normal self. He had this warmness in his voice. It's hard to explain, but I felt safe and that I could talk about everything with him. Tell him all my secrets, even though it's difficult to find the right words to begin everything. 

"I do remember, maybe not everything.. But I remember a few details, at least!" I defended myself. The green eyed boy stared at me and shook his head, "Of course you do" he said in a sarcastic tone. "I do!" The only reason why I continue this conversation was to buy some time, so I would know what to say, without stuttering that much. He muttered something and shook his head. I pretended to hear, so he wouldn't think I was stupid or deaf. "Okay.. Anyway.. I was in the hospital because I tried to.. Uhm.. do" I took a deep breath, "S-suicide." 
He looked surprised and pressed my hand gently, but he stayed quiet. "And as you may know, I lost all my memories. But as time went by, I started to remember more and more..All the memories I got back, was bad. And well, long story short: Mom's husband.. He uhm.. Is pu-punishing me. And -" 
"Wait.." Michael interrupted me, I looked at him with one eyebrow raised, waiting for him to finishing whatever he's about to say. "What do you mean by "Punishing you"?!" he now looked a bit annoyed and kind of mad. He clenched the hand, he wasn't holding me in. "Well, y-yeah.. He cut my leg.. and he.. uhm he.. ra-rape me.." I felt so ashamed to share that information. But I don't regret it, but it's so awkward to talk about. "Hey.." He put his hands of my cheeks and kissed my forehead. "It's not your fault, you know.. He's a dick and you need to report him! Either that or I will beat the dickhead myself!" At the end of that sentence, I swear to god, his eyes was red. He sounded frustrated, too "Or actually.. I think it's better if I show up outside his door and beat the crap out of him.. He doesn't deserve to see sun ever again!" "No Michael! You can't do that! He's much stronger, and he threatened me, he said that I couldn't tell anyone or he will just punish me even more!" I cried out, "He can't harm you, if he's fucking dead!" Michael sounded so pissed of, and by the look of his face, he was dead serious. 

"Be right back, just gonna make a phone call." Michael said as he grabbed his phone from the table. I didn't get the time to answer him, because before I knew it, he was already outside the bus. 
Maybe I shouldn't have told him this, I should've kept my big stupid mouth shut. Now, Michael's mad and he doesn't have a chance against Stephan. 
But now when I'm thinking about it, why did he have to go outside to make a phone call? He could've gone to the "kitchen" as well or the bathroom if he didn't want me to hear him.
Oh god. Please tell me, he didn't go to my house. 

I hurried to the window and looked around, but to my surprise, Michael was still there. He didn't talk in the phone, but he looked pissed. And he held his phone in his hand, like he waited a call or a text. He always glanced at it, then looked around, then glanced at it again. 
In the corner of my eye, I saw three dudes. As I turned my head to their direction, I recognized one of the guys as Ashton. The other two seemed to be in Michael and Ashton's age, they looked really good and the one who appeared to be the tallest was blond, with beautiful blue eyes and he had a lip piercing as well. The other guy had black hair with a blond highlight. He had shiny brown eyes, too. Even though Michael's friends looked good, I still wanted Michael. They all was equal cute, But to be honest Michael's hotter than them, shh don't tell them I said that.. 

None of the guys smiled, and they all looked like they were going to kill someone.. Kill someone.. Stephan! Fuck! I can't let them do this, even though I really wanted to see blood from that idiot, they have no chance against him! 
I rushed to the door as the four of them stood outside, probably planning on how to kill the maniac. 

"Michael, please tell me that you won't go to my house!" I called out as fast as the door had opened. 
"Melodie, I'm sorry.. I have too.." The colorful boy answered.