Homeless (Michael Clifford Fanfic)

Chapter 45

I slowly turned back around to see Max holding a gun at me and Michael.
"I gave you the fucking money what else do you want!" I spat.
"Kayla-" Michael pulled my arm. If he thinks I was going to play nice I'm not.
"We need you to go retrieve something for us. Drugs. We got a buddy who hooked us up. I just need you to go get it." Nick said.
"Why can't you get it yourself?" I asked.
"Because if we get caught we are fucked." Nick laughed.
"Well no matter what you're sort of fucked we will make sure you get what you deserve." I said.
"We are not risking our lives for you fuck ups." Michael protested, squeezing my hand tight.
"Get me the drugs, and no one gets hurt, hopefully." Nick smirked.
"I'm not doing it!" I shouted. I began to move toward Nick when I heard a gun fire next to me, followed by a cry if pain. I whipped my head around to see Michael on the ground in pain. Max shot him in the right arm.
"Michael!" I yelped, running back to his side. I collapsed on the ground next to him. I helped him sit up against the wall. his arm was badly bleeding. Why him. Why was it not me. I felt a tear stream down my cheek. This was all my fault.
"Michael I'm so sorry." I cried.
"It's not your fault. Better me than you. Fuck!" He cried in pain, holding his arm tight.
"I promised your parents you wouldn't get hurt." I sighed, feeing more tears.
"I'm fine Kayla." He said.
I turned back around to face Nick and Max. My face was red. My blood boiling of anger.
"So are you going to go get the stuff now? Or next time your little lover won't be so lucky when I blow his head off." Max laughed. He was twirling his gun around in his hand. I took that as an opportunity. I charged at Max, knocking him into an old book case. I smashed his head against the wood, tossing him to the ground. Nick then came at me. With a utility knife. I quickly grabbed his arm and kicked the back of his knees, knocking him also to the ground. I got on top of him and began throwing punches. This was like the last time when Michael saved me. But this time I felt stronger. I felt my punches were more powerful that I was now not only doing this just for myself, but for Michael. I was then pulled off of Nick by my hair and thrown down onto the ground. Max then went to come hit me, but Michael got up and threw him against the window, breaking the glass and sending him outside.
"Damn babe for one good arm that was good." I smiled.
"Thanks for an 18 year old girl you can really kick some fucking ass." Michael laughed.
Before I could say anything else, I felt a knife against my throat and saw a gun pointed at Michael.
"You mother fuckers think you can get away with this shit?" Nick yelled.
"I'm going to slit your fucking throat then blow his head off." He yelled.
Fear ran through my entire body and I could see the fear in Michael's eyes. He was still bleeding bad I'm surprised he hasn't passed out.
"You're done!" Nick laughed, holding the blade closer to my neck.
I then saw a smirk form on Michael's face. I looked at him confused.
"Nick! Let them go you are done no matter what!" Someone behind me said.
Nick turned us around and I saw the cops had finally arrived. I was relieved.
"I'll kill her if you get any closer!" He yelled.
"No you won't. You don't have to do that. Let her go, and we will get to the help you need. You won't be starving on the street anymore." He said.
"I'm going to jail no matter what I'll still kill her!" He said.
"That will get you more time if you do. Just let her go Nick we got your buddy in the yard. You're surrounded." He said.
Nick sat in silence for a moment. I was now shaking. This could be it. I saw the paramedics treating Michael which made me relieved. I saw a tear run down Michael's face. He was just as scared for even more scared then I was.
I then saw Nick drop the knife and put his hands up. I ran to Michael's side and hugged him. They then made the arrest and walked Nick outside. Nick gave me one last glare. I smiled at him and waved him off. He was finally gone. It's all over. The pain is over. Now that that is done, I need to focus on getting Michael to the hospital.
"Michael. We did it. It's all over." I smiled.
"Yay." He lightly smiled.
I then grew nervous. His face began to grow pale. He couldn't keep his head up.
"Oh fuck Michael." I lightly smacked his face. "Michael stay with me. Michael look at me. You are going to be okay, we are getting to the hospital stay with me don't you leave me okay I love you okay?" I said.
"Love you too kitten." He lightly smiled. His eyes then rolled to the back of his head and he was out.
"Michael! Michael come back!" I cried, lightly hitting his face.
The stretcher then came in. We then helped in onto the stretcher.
"Michael we are on our way to the hospital wake up." I cried. More tears rushing down my face. What if we couldn't save him.
"Is he going to be okay?" I asked.
"He lost a lot of blood but there is a chance he can save him." The paramedics said before walking him out. I then stood there. I was shaking, having trouble breathing. What if they couldn't save him? I fell on the floor and began to sob. I then realized I was laying in a pool of blood. I was too busy crying. I was too weak to get up. I'm laying in my boyfriend's pool of blood sobbing how much worse can my life get?