unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 9

*Michaels P.O.V*

I'm sat in Brookes bed with her in my arms. We were both crying slightly, I hated thinking that I made her feel unwanted and unloved. It's a horrible feeling. Because I've felt like that my whole life away from her...

She sniffled and looked up at me.

"Michael, what did your parents do to you?" She asked.

I gulped. I really hoped she wouldn't ask that, I'm scared of the consequences my parents would take on me if they found out I told.

2 weeks ago:

I woke up shaking, I didn't wake up from a nightmare or anything, it was 9 in the morning.
I felt full of energy and I skipped downstairs.
My mind immediately thought of Brooke. Is she okay?
I walked into the lounge and instantly regretted it. I saw my mother there reading a paper, I froze and decided to leave.
"Where the fuck are you going to in such a hurry?" She said turning up at the corridor I was in.
I turned on my heel and faced her, and I gulped loudly.
"Get the fuck back in there. Or are you just a scared little pussy?" She said.
I started shaking. She seems out of it, and when she's out of it, she takes her pain and anger out on me, until I was the one in pain.
"Well?" She said. I still haven't moved from my spot. "Get. The. Fuck. Back. In. There." She repeated slowly.
I obeyed and slowly made my way to the lounge. I sat down on the couch and I felt myself sweat. I was nervous. What was she going to do to me?
She walked back in after, she just stood infront of me, a few feet away. She stared at me intensely, it made me feel uneasy. She sucked in the insides of her cheeks and her eyes filled with hatred. She looked more crazy than ever.
"Look at you. Disgraceful." She huffed. It actually didn't get to me, I was used to this. In response, I stared at her intently.
"Where the fuck do you think your life's gonna go? The day you're 18 you get the fuck out my house, understood?" She says.
"Not that you'd fucking know what day I turn 18. And don't worry, I'm out before then." I replied. I wish I didn't, because it earned me a slap across my face by my mother.
"You're fucking disgusting you know that? How dare you speak to me like that? What type of son are you?-"
"WHAT TYPE OF MOTHER ARE YOU?" I shouted in response. This time, I earned more of a punch.
"Michael if you don't shut that filthy mouth of yours now, I'll beat you to your last breath." She threatened. I gulped hard-because I knew she truely meant it. Fuck!
I didn't say anything, I didn't even look at her.
"You think you can just lock yourself in your bedroom and run away from me? Lock yourself away and run away from problems? It doesn't work like that, asshole." She said bitterly. I sucked the insides of my cheeks in to stop my bottom lip from quivering.
"You know what, you try and act like some punk ass kid and act like you're all tough, yet you can't even face your own mother, you have no friends-"
"Actually, yes, I do. I have 5 best friends and I'm in a band with 4 of them, but you wouldn't know would you? Or care." I replied bitterly. This time I received 2 slaps, wehey, good on me. She scoffed.
" '5 best friends' hey? Well how come I've never met them? Seen them?" She replied harshly. I just rolled my eyes.
"Because I wouldn't dare bring them around here because of you." I answered. She scoffed. She had her eyes somewhere, and in one quick move she snatched my phone from the table.
"Hey! Give it back!" I yelled.
She shook her head 'no' and tapped on my screen.

Shit.

I don't have a password on it.

She was tapping away for a couple of minutes and I watched her scowling down at it. She started laughing bitterly.
"Ha. So, who's Brooke exactly?" She said. "Oh, is it one of your best friends?"
"Yes." I said through gritted teeth.
"Shame. She must have problems or something..." she mumbled.
"And why would that be?" I spat.
"Because she hangs out with you." She sneered.
"And what is '5sos'?" She asks.
"It's the band I'm in now get off my phone!" I said a little louder than intended. I leaped to grab my phone but she slapped me in the face. "Sit."
I obeyed, holding a hand to my cheek where she slapped me.