Forever together

Michael's Background

(Still on date) Michaels POV

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"I should start when I was five. I was put up for adoption. Then two years later some family took me. That's who I am living with now. Then in my sophomore year of high schools turned to drugs and street fighting. I was and still am the CHAMPION. I win all of my fights. When I was not home I was training. Although I am still street fighting, I also street dance. I guess you can say I have dancing in my blood. My mom was a dancer. She had brown curly hair, blue-green eyes, and a five and a half frame. She was amazing," I started to before my voice cracked. A sob came out as she rubbed my back. "Michael you don't have to tell me all of this right now. I want you to tell me when you ready or feel like it," Ryan spoke o me in a clam motherly manner. " I want to tell you now. I don't want to lie to you anymore about my happy life. When really is not. Anyways, my dad, I don't remember him one bit. I can only remember my mom. One day a letter came in the mail for me. Once I opened the letter and read what it said I burst into tears. My real mother and father died in a car crash. Mike, my dad, was driving. He just so happened to be drunk. Kelly, my mom, told him not to drive when he was drunk, but he did it anyway. I had a little brother and sister that also died that night. Amanda and Jack were both four and twins. In the letter it described them as they looked like my father. The bad part is I don't know what he looks like. Until the day I left for college. Another letter came in. Inside was a picture. One of my mom, dad and I, and another of my mom and dad with Amanda and Jack two weeks before they got killed. Also in the letter was what happened. Mike drank three shots of vodka and still drove. He ran through a house and out the back plus the house the one behind it and wrapped around a pole because he fell asleep or passed out. They got drunk at a birthday party," I looked at Ryan. She had tears in her own eyes. You could tell she was crying by the blood shot and red, puffy eyes, and the tear marks going down her cheeks. She looks at me about to talk," Look I won't pity you are anything, but can I tell you more about me without you pitying me." I looked at her nodding a yes. "Welll....."

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Cliffhanger. Hahahahahahahahaha I will make you suffer until tomorrow hopefully so see you then.