IDIOT ⇔ m.c

3〕cuddling & smirking

Turns out them guys were the people who murdered his parents, and their looking for Michael.

Michael had dobbed them in because they were doing drugs, so they spent a lot of time in prison.

Now, Michael has to hide.

It was a bit overwhelming, and Michael seemed a little disturbed by it.

I would be too.

He drove out of town and eventually pulled into a driveway to a house.

The house was beautiful, keeping a white theme.

My house was huge compared to this, but any normal person would think that this house is nice too.

"Where are we?" I ask, following him to the door.

Michael pulled a key out and opened the door.

"My house."

I was partially surprised, but he had made his way inside so I followed.

It was a pretty nice on the inside and he told me to relax.

I nodded and collapsed on the couch.

My parents would kill me, and I'd get some questioning.

But I had a feeling I wouldn't be going home too soon.

My brother kept popping in my mind, because I knew that he had a lot of secrets.

I'm gonna talk to him about it, confront him.

Suddenly my lower back ached.

The tattoo was fresh and Michael had slammed me into a brick was.

I hissed and bit my lip.

"Your tattoo?" Michael called from the kitchen.

My cheeks flush bright red as I nodded.

He walks over with a bag of peas and some cream so I show him the spot.

Michael pulled off the lid and rubs a little big on, making me let out a little moan.

It stung but was nice, soothing.

I took the peas and pressed it to my back, the icy dropping onto my jeans.

Michael rummaged through the fridge and frowned.

"There's nothing to eat."

I laughed and looked at the time.

It was 2:30 am.

His eyes trailed to the clock and he sighed.

"Are you tired?"

I nodded and then groaned as he picked me up and put me over his shoulder.