High strung: Micheal Clifford Imagine

It was a guitar!

This chapter has quite a lot of cussing (swearing) so if you feel uncomfortable reading that stuff I recommend you don't read the story 😊 but if you don't care than please read on I love the support you people give me by just adding the story to your library so thanx and enjoy reading this chapter it's got some spicy stuff in it sorry it took so long I have a major procrastination problem but hope u enjoy
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LANI
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"Hey Mikey were on in 20 minutes get ready."
Luke shouts to Michael.

The boys are doing their pre performance rituals before their last show in Your hometown while you are waiting back stage for the performance. After the boy finished their rituals Calum comes rushing over to you,

"Hey Y/N were having like a after party and we were wondering since you've seen the show like a couple thousand times you go down to the supermarket down the road and pick up all this food for the party if that's okay oh and here's $150 to get the food and some stuff for your self"

You nod and take the money and the list of food off Calum and head down an alley way that leads to the supermarket and start to read the list while reading you bump into someone so you look up to apologise but you freeze and look into those eyes that have hurt and broken you so many times that you've lost count

"Nick?!" You scold

Oh Y/N, I haven't seen you since the day you brought that pathetic little harp of yours to school.

You cringe to the memory of him slamming you to the lockers, kissing your neck, spitting on you while watching your guitar be destroyed.

"It was a guitar." You mumble quietly

"Huh? I didn't hear that!" he says in a stern manner as he leans into you making you back press against a brick wall

"It was a guitar, you idiot," you say even quieter

You can see Nick's rage growing

"WHAT DID YOU SAY BITCH?!"

Your anger boils with hatred as you scream

"It was a fucking guitar you Idiot now go fuck one of your sluts and get out of my way!"

Nick all of a sudden pushes you against the alley ways brick wall you try to struggle but he's got you in a grip and starts to kiss your neck you can smell the alcohol on him you try to scream but he shoves his tongue in your mouth you bite his tongue and he hisses in pain and put you in a tighter grip bruising your arms he unzips his pants and scream and shout and struggle more and more till you hear a voice and the next thing you you know your on the floor passed out cold