Michael Afton x Reader

Chapter 3

It had only been a few hours before you woke up again. The warmth of Michael's body was enveloping you in a tight protective hug. You could hear his thundering heart beats through his chest. Your head ached, your eyes did too. You pulled yourself away from Michael , standing up and almost falling back down immediately. It felt like a hangover, though it was just the aftermath of a scarring and traumatic experience. Fists clenched by your side, you angrily begin to dress yourself. Michael still deep asleep, snoring loudly.
You gathered your belongings in your bag and crept downstairs, if you weren't afraid of anything you would have been stomping. You would have beat Michael awake. You would have broken all of the things he held dear to him. Thinking of last night caused some of your tears to return, you let them, since there was nobody awake at this time, or so you thought.
You put on your shoes, as you left them at the end of the staircase. Putting on your coat and zipping it up before you heard somebody clear their throat. Looking over, you see Mr.Afton making his way towards you, in his arms he cradled a sleeping Norman.
" Off so early? " he said quietly. You weren't sure if he could tell by your exhausted expression, and you felt that your eyes held sadness as well as the clear impression you've been crying, but apparently not. Maybe due to the lack of lighting here, the only source of light was from a lamp located in the living room, which was a fair distance away.
You nodded quietly and looked at Norman. Despite the dark you could see the tear streaks on the little boy's cheeks. You quietly gulped and seen William nod at you. He guided you to the front door and quietly unlocked it for you.
" Feel free to come by whenever you'd like. Remember, (y/n), you're like family to us " .
You gave a forced smile and quickly left. Once on the streets, you were able to cry your heart out. Silently though. It was, after all, still 4 or 5am. You ran home, wanting to trap yourself in your room and get the day over with as soon as possible.

-=—— The Next Day ——=-

" (Y/N)!!! Aaahh, you never wait for me! " your friend pouted, running up to you and slapping your back . You laughed and apologized. " Sorry, sorry, I was afraid i'd be late ".
The two of you walk into your history class, and take your unassigned-assigned seats which are right next to each other, of course.
" So..what's your deal..?" your friend asks.
You look over at them, confused. " My deal with what?"
" You haven't been responding to any of my calls " they respond.
You shrug , " Maybe didn't hear it " you say back. " Sorry, again. Stress, y'know " you apologize once more.
" Stress causes wrinkles, you know that right?" they half-shout, some people turning around to look at you two.
" Sh, I know " you shush them and nod.

Before your conversation could continue any further, the teacher walks in and the lesson begins. The lesson was about the Industrial Revolution, nothing really important there. Half way through the class, a very panicked and sweaty Michael comes bursting through the door.
" Afton. You're late " the teacher snapped at him. Michael huffed, glaring at the teacher before taking a seat. " Principal's office , Michael ".
" What?! I just- I sat down! " Michael stood right back up. " Michael, out, or your father will be told about this! "
He groaned loudly and left without choice, slamming the door loudly behind him.
All the time, you avoided eye contact with him. You KNEW he was staring directly at you, you could feel the piercing glare.

" Y/N, what's wrong with Michael? " your friend asked, knowing that you and Michael hung around a lot. You didn't look at them, but shrugged. The lesson continued .

-=—— After School ——=-

" Oh..well there's my dad! Gotta go! Bye! " your friend bids you goodbye before running over to their car. You sighed and decided walking home alone isn't that bad. You just weren't used to it. Michael and his friends didn't bother you. You didn't want them to, but you still wanted the attention. Rumours already started to rise up about things you have done to make the group of boys distance from you. Your least favourite being that you slept with one of them . And you know exactly what 'slept' implies.
Your grip tightened on your backpack's handle and you sped up your pace.

" WAIT!! Y/N! "

..
That voice.
That demonic voice.

You stopped walking and stood still as if you'd become invisible.
Eventually, he caught up to you.

" Y/N! Look, i'm so sorry but how you're acting is childish! " Michael grabbed you by the soldier and spun you around to look at him.
A crowd, quickly began to form around you two.
" Michael. I don't want to talk to you " you said , puffing out your chest to appear confident. " I know you're mad but just please. I know what I did was wrong and I apologize, i'm so sorry! Please, Y/N, just..just give me another chance! " he begged.
You had made up your mind already.
" Michael, i'm sorry. I don't want to see you. You hurt me. A lot. "
" JUST FIGHT ALREADY! "
You dismissed the kid who yelled that.
" Do you know how difficult it is you be looking at you right now? I'm tired of seeing you endlessly put your brother through pain. It's not funny. I don't want to witness something like that, Michael " you continued, tears in your eyes. " It won't happen again, please (y/n), just listen "
You turned to leave, but he grabbed up by the shoulder again. This time, you turned around and delivered a harsh smack across his face. Gasps among the crowd and silence. He stood there, a bright red mark on his cheek. He touched it gently with his hand.
You began to back off slowly.
You could see the anger in his eyes.

" I'm..sorry " you cried. He wouldn't hit a girl. Right? He wouldn't.
" You whore " Michael rolled up his sleeves, threw his bag on the ground and began to chase you.
You ran as fast as you could, your chest heavy, making it difficult to do so. You could hear the hoard of students behind Michael , recording what was going on.
Michael catching up to you , yelling rude words at you.

This isn't fair!
You thought.
I didn't mean to, but he deserved it!

Soon, you were cornered. Panting for air as you heard someone also doing so behind you.
Turning around, there Michael was.
He approached you, your back to the wall with no escape now. You cried , tears hitting the concrete floor.
Michael hugged you.
You stopped making noises and felt his embrace. By then, the crowd had found you two and were recording everything.
Michael pulled from the hug, his tender arms wiping your tears.
You couldn't help but press your face gently against his arm.
You hiccuped, and he brought your face up with his hand.
He had his eyes closed.
You knew yours had to be too.
It was time.
The moment.
The-

" MICHAEL. AFTON. "
A rough, demanding voice yelled.
" HOW DARE YOU PULL SUCH A STUNT AND LEAVE YOUR BROTHER WAITING! "
Mrs.Afton came pushing through the crowd. " Young man, I can NOT believe you would do something like this! My heavens, (y/n), have you been crying?!?! Oh dear, oh dear, that's not how a proper woman should be treated! Michael Afton you are in serious trouble, young man! Get in the car immediately! " she demanded.
You watched awkwardly as Michael shamefully walked past the crowd, you could hear the taunts.
Mrs.Afton pulled out a napkin from her purse and began to gently dab it on your eyes and cheeks.
" There, there, lovely. It's alright. I'll have a talk with Michael, he doesn't know how to treat a lady at all! " Mrs.Afton tsked, pulling out her mascara and applying it to your eyes in hopes it conceals your teary face.
" What are you all doing here? SHOO! " Mrs.Afton turned to look at the crowd.
They dispersed not needing to be told twice.
" There, you look fine. " she smiled then put it away.
You still looked down. Your hair was messy, you were extremely sweaty too.
" (y/n)... You left without notice last night...was everything okay? Michael was really upset " she said, putting a hand on your shoulder.
" Yeah. My mom called " you didn't have any other excuses but at least it was believable. " Alright. You're welcome to stay again , okay? " she smiled lovingly at you. She quickly brushed your hair out before leaving you be. You denied her offer of dropping you home.

You waited until her car was out of sight before you began to walk.
Your mind was dizzy, everything happened so fast.

Was Michael really going to kiss you back there?