Wrecked • Michael Clifford

Chapter 6

"Lyric you know not to have boys over when we are home alone." My dad said as he and my mom glared at me. We were sitting at my kitchen table as Michael had just been kicked out of my house by my mom. "Yeah I know. He's from your new band. It's not like he's a stranger." I said with a blank look on my face. "These boys are rockers. I am not opposed to you hanging out with them or having them over when we are here, but there is no way you're having them over while you are home alone." My dad said roughly. "You are grounded for 3 weeks." Mom said standing up. "No phone, tv, or going out with friends. No exceptions." My dad said in a harsh tone. "What is wrong with you people? I'm not 4 anymore! I'm an 18 year old women I think I can live for myself. You people can't tell me what to do anymore. You're all classy and proper and business people. I'm not like you all. I don't want to be music producers like you guys. So just stay out of my life and let me be myself." I screamed before running up the stairs. "Lyric." My dad said grabbing my arm. "Stop touching me!" I said pushing him back as I ran up the stairs and locked myself in my room.

I slid down to the ground crying. "I'm so done with this life. My parents, this house, how they want me to act. I'm not music producer Ms. Johnson. I'm Lyric." I said crying. I picked up my phone and dialed Michael's number. "Can I please stay with you for a while? Maybe a week or so?" I said crying. "Yes! Of course. Lyric what's wrong? Why are you crying? Do you need me to come pick you up?" He threw all these questions at me. "No what's your address? I'll be there soon and I'll tell you everything." I said wiping the tears from my face. "417 Druitt Street. Be careful Lyric. He said before hanging up.

I ran into my closet and ripped 9 outfits off their hangers before running down my closet stairs to grab 2 pairs of converse and 1 pair of vans. I grabbed my make up and hair stuff and threw it all in my black duffel bag. I unlocked the door and ran down the stairs. I swung the front door open and slammed it shut. "Lyric get in here right now!" My mom said running out the door. I got in my red jeep and sped out of the driveway. I typed Michael's address in my phone and drove to his house. When I got there I looked in my rear view mirror and noticed I had black mascara running down my face. I walked up to the door and knocked on it. A few seconds later Michael swung the door open, looked at me, and pulled me into a hug.

"Lyric tell me what happened and tell me now." He said with a concerned look on his face. "My parents think they can control me Michael. I can't take it anymore." I said sitting on his couch. "Stay here as long as you won't. I don't live with my mom anymore so it's just me here. The rest of the boys stay here a lot though." He said smiling. "Thank you Michael. I would love to stay here." I kissed his cheek before getting up and grabbing my bag. "Where can I unpack my stuff?" I asked looking around.

His house was pretty big. It was a two story house with crisp white walls. "Upstairs first door to the right." He replied. I walked up the white stairs and entered the room. It was huge with a big bed with a gray comforter on it. The room was clean, but had some clothes lying around here and there. I noticed this wasn't a spare bedroom, it was Michael's room. "I don't have much stuff, so there's quite a lot of extra space in the dresser and closet." Michael said walking into the big room. I unpacked all my stuff and sat down next to Michael who was laying on his bed. "I'm glad I have someone like you to come to when my life totally sucks." I said laying my head on his chest. "I'm glad to have you too." Michael said smiling.

I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand noticing it was 2 in the morning. "I'm so tired." I say yawning. Michael stands up pulling down the comforter and putting on his pajamas. I grabbed mine and went into the bathroom to change. When I walked out in my shorts and t shirt Michael didn't have a shirt on, but just pajama pants. "I don't usually sleep with a shirt on, but" he couldn't finish his sentence. "It's fine." I said smiling and crawling under the sheets. He slid next to me wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I closed my eyes trying to fall asleep. "Goodnight Lyric" he whispered as he kissed the top of my forehead.

I think I might be in love with this guy.