Part 1

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I lay in my bed waiting for my phone to vibrate and tell me that my so called boyfriend Michael had finally text me to say what time he is gonna take me to the movies. I knew in my mind that it wasn't going to happen, I knew that he was either say in a tattoo bar completing his arm with with a ink filled needle. I rolled over, phone in hand. I closed my eyes praying for a single message off Michael to tell me where he was. *BANG BANG* "finally" I growled running for the door. I grabbed my keys and opened the fine wooden cut door infront of me "Michael where have you bee..." I stopped as I looked at one of michael stall bestfriends and band mate Luke "what are you doing here?" I question him, moving out the way in order for him to walk in. He looks at his feet and I close the door "Brooke, we need to talk" his Australian voice followed "About what?" I place my keys back on to the desk. He rubs his long sleeved tattoo "Michael" he looks at the floor.

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