*Mitzy's POV*
"Mitzy! Mitzy!" I hear a voice say.
I gently open my eyes and I was on the floor.
"What the heck." I groan in pain. I touch my forehead and it hurt a lot. I got up and looked around.
I was in Michael's crazy Aunts office. I remembered everything. I looked in the mirror and there was a huge bump on my forehead...
"What the fuck!" I yell in shock, seeing the hideous thing on my foreahead.
"That's right. I won." Michael's aunt laughs in my face.
"Mitzy see! I told you!" Michael says next to me.
I turn around and was about to go at Michaels aunt again, but he held me back.
"You little bitch!" I groan.
"Mitzy that language." I hear Chad say by the door.
"Chad?" I asked confused.
"Yup its me. Lets go. You are prohibited to see this guy ever again." He tells me.
"Fuck off!" I yell at him.
He took Nash from me, that doesn't mean he could take Michael away from me. I don't know who he thinks he is.
"Excuse me?" He says.
"Who do you think you are?" I ask him.
"Your dad." He says.
"You were never there! You left! Your novody to me!" I scream at Chad.
In comes Nash and pulls me out.
I try to break from his grip but I failed.
"Nash let me go." I tell him.
He ignored me and just took me into the car.
Michael was just staring.... I can't leave him here. She will kill him.
"Nash! I can't leave him!" I yell.
"Mitzy. This is home." He tells me.
"His aunt abuses him." I say crying.
Matt, Hayes, and Cameron were in the car. Nash kept trying to comfort me.
"Mitzy you need to stay away from him." Nash tells me.
"Who are you to tell me what do you?" I sass him.
"Look. You need to listen to us. That woman could have killed you." Cameron tells me.
"I'm going to kill her! Look what she did!" I say pointing at the bump she left me.
"Why did you fight her?" Matthew asks.
"She slapped me first!" I yell and cry a little.
My forehead hurt a lot.
I can't believe they are prohibiting me to not be with Michael anymore. This can't be. They can't tell ms what to do.
I am very mad.
Chad got to the car, and started driving.
"I can't believe you Mitzy." Chad tells me.
"I was defending myself! She slapped me and hurt my wrist!! Then you come and want to take every one away from me. What is your problem? I hate you. Don't you get it? I usually don't hate people, but I hate you a lot. I don't wanna know anything about you. Why did you even come here in the first place?" I rant at him.
