Dysfunctional

10

Cassie P.O.V

I woke up the next morning snuggled into Michael. He had his arms around me. His face was buried in my neck. His hair tickling me as he moved slightly.

I tried to move but he held me tighter. "Stay," he groaned into my neck.

"Michael, I've got to. I have school tomorrow and I didn't do any of my homework."

"Please?"

I sighed brushing my hair out of my face. He pulled me closer to him, eliminating and space between us.

"Mikey," I giggled.

"I'm not letting you go,"

"And what's this going to prove?" I asked.

"Absolutely nothing, I just don't want you to leave." he laughed.

"Clifford," I warned.

"Hewitt," he mocked.

"Don't do that it's only cute when I do it,"

"Whale then,"

"No whale jokes!" I giggled.

"Are you shore?"

"Clifford, that was the worst excuse for a joke I have ever heard."

"Fine," he sighed letting go.

"Thanks babe," I kissed his lips before grabbing my clothes and heading to the bathroom.

I changed quickly and headed out back to his room. He was still sleeping when I got back into the room. "Bye Clifford," I smiled.

He jumped out of bed. "What no goodbye kiss?" He asked grabbing my waist.

"Um I don't think you should," I teased

"And why is that?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Just don't feel like it, call me later Clifford." I winked at him before getting out of his grasp and began heading for the stairs.

He sighed before running after me. I laughed quietly to myself as I heard him running down the stairs. He grabbed my arm and pulled me into him.

"I think you'll feel like it," he said before crashing his lips onto mine. I giggled into the kiss as we stayed there for a minute. I broke the kiss.

"Well thank you," I giggled before pecking his lips again before heading out the door.

I got home about an hour later. I dropped my bag on the ground and headed upstairs to my room. My parent's door was closed, which meant they were home and probably flat out drunk.

I went into my room and grabbed my laptop. I opened Twitter to see dms in my inbox. They were from the queen wannabees. Great.

I opened one from Rachel Lysander.
"What you hang around band members now? Who do you think you are? You're nothing but a little bitch and a piece of trash! Get a life!"

I opened the others. They were saying basically the same thing adding in a few different profanities.

The tears burned my eyes. I knew I shouldn't let them get to me, but there was nothing else I could do. They found new ways to get inside my head. I couldn't escape. I had a broken family and a broken life. What else was I going to do? I didn't deserve this.

I went into the bathroom grabbing my blade from underneath the trash can. I locked the door and sat in the bathtub turning on the water.

I sat down in the tub. The cool water surrounding me. I took the blade and looked at it. I remember what Michael said.

I should call him instead. But how can he fix this? I can't control it. No one will really help. I threw the blade down in frustration. I got out of the tub and grabbed my phone wrapping a towel around my body.

The tears were streaming down my face. I unlocked my phone and hit Michael's contact. The tears blurring my vision. After two rings he picked up.

"Michael?" I sobbed into the phone.

"Don't do anything, I'll be over in five." He assured.

"Okay," I sobbed.

"Stay on the line alright?"

"Mmhmm,"

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" He asked I heard his car start in the background.

"No," I whispered.

"I'm almost there okay?"

"Yeah."

"Did you do anything? Cuts?"

"No, I was about to. But I called you."

"I'm glad you did," he sighed.

"Are you here?" I asked shakily.

"Walking up the front steps babe,"

"The door's unlocked," I sighed.

I hung up the phone and heard Michael open the door and he went up the stairs. "Babe?" I heard him whisper.

I opened the bathroom door and stood back. He immediately engulfed me in a hug holding me tightly.

"I don't want you hurting yourself," he mumbled.

"I'm sorry," I cried into his chest.

"Don't be, let's get you dressed and I'll stay with you today okay?"

"Okay," I mumbled.

I pulled away from him. "You're such a white girl quoting The Fault in Our Stars," giggling a little as I wiped my eyes.
He chuckled. "You did too,"

"Touché,"