End Up Here // Michael Clifford

Chapter 9

I woke up with an arm wrapped around my waist and smiled.

"Michael."

He made a noise that wasn't really human.

"Get up."

"Only if you kiss me." He argued.

"Or I could poor cold water on you." I reasoned.

"Or you could kiss me."

I laughed and kissed him quickly.

"That's not fair, that's not even a kiss." He whined.

"Awww, too bad." I got out of bed and pulled all the blankets off of him.

"IT'S COLD!" He yelled.

"I know, that's why I did it. Now get up."

"Fine."

He got up and we wandered downstairs for breakfast.

"What are we eating?" I asked.

"Whatever your making." He rubbed his eyes still half asleep.

I chuckled, "I'm making liver and onions."

He made a weird face at that as I began to make pancakes.

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We were sitting on Michael's couch watching tv. I haven't checked my phone in a while...

I picked it up to multiple messages from my Dad.

From: Dad

Keely get you ass back home now.

From: Dad

Keely I said so, also your mother said so

From: Dad

Fine, don't come cryin to me when he fucks you and moves on

From: Dad

I guess you just want to get hit. Because if you don't get your ass home now that's what you'll get. Like earlier. Only worse.

My hands were shaking as I showed Michael the messages.

"Keely, I'm so sorry. I won't let him hurt you, I promise, and I won't leave you Keely. Your so beautiful." He smiled down at me.

"Thanks Michael." I smiled also. I was still nervous as fuck.

"I'll take you home now." He patted my thigh and stood up. I sighed let's just get this over with.

We arrived at my front doorstep. I opened the door, Michael's fingers were intertwined with mine.

My Dad was standing there. He cleared his throat, "What's he doing here?"

"Well he is my boyfriend." I said a bit more cofidently. He wouldn't hit me again. It was a mistake that he hit me. He won't. He loves me. My Dad strode over to hug me and apologize. Or not. He strode over to me and hit me. No, not a slap. He hit me. With his fist. I felt a cold liqud run down my face. I was on the ground.

"What the acual fuck?" I heard voices yelling and screaming. Then a female voice before I closed my eyes drowning out everything.

My Dad fucking hit me.

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"Keely?" I heard a whisper.

"Keely?" The voice came again.

"What?" I asked, my voice dry and cracked.

"Hi."

I opened my one eye to Michael standing near my bed. Wait, this isn't my bed. It's his.

"Michael what happened after-uh, my Dad-"

"I packed your bags and we left."

I sighed, "Is that it?"

He fidgeted nervously.

"What happened?"

"Well, your Mum, she came to defend your father-"

"Defend?" I asked hurt.

He nodded, "She said I was a bad influence on you, and uh, she saw you lying on the ground bleeding. She said you deserved it and then I packed your bags."

Tears formed in my eyes. My mum? The woman who gave birth to me? How. Fucking hell.

"Is that it?"My voice a whisper because if I talked normally my voice would have cracked.

"I hit your Dad before we left." He looked down at his feet.

"Thanks for hitting him." I laughed, my eyes still filled tears.

"It takes someone to bring tears to your eyes.
It takes someone to make you smile.
But it takes a real special person to make you smile with tears in your eyes"

He gave me a sad smile then lifted both his hands.

"What are you doing?" I chuckled.

He drove his hand down towards my stomach and started tickling me.

"Michael! S-Stop IT! NOW!" I screched.

"Only if you say I'm the toughest guy around."

"YOUR THE TOUGHEST GUY AROUND!"

He stopped tickling me and smirked.

"I'm just kidding your a cupcake." I smiled.

"A cupcake? I am NOT a cupcake." He protested.

"Michael, you may seem tough, but if you were an acual cupcake, you'd be the one with the brightest colors and candy heart sprinkles." I laughed. He would.

"I am ruggedly handsome. Not a cupcake." He assured me.

"Oh please, your adorable!"

"I'm not adorable, I'm bad ass." He crossed his arms over his chest and I rolled my eyes.

"Okay badass, what are we doing today?"

"Mhmmm, I'm taking you out, to meet my friends." He decided.

"What if they don't like me?" I asked shuffling my feet. Michael and I were just standing in his room talking so I didn't really know what to do with my hands. I just crossed my arms. Wow, I'm just really socially akward.

"They'll love you." I smiled and rubbed my shoulder.

"Can Ashton come?" I asked.

He looked hesistant but then nodded and hugged me.

Im so lucky.