IDIOT ⇔ m.c

6〕return & confronting

When I woke up, my legs were tangled in the sheets and Michael was nowhere to be seen.

I was partially glad, because I knew it'd be very awkward for circumstances.

Michael's kiss still lingered on my lips and I felt all buzzy, fully alive.

My body crawled out of his bed and I trodded downstairs, wearing Michael's large shirt.

He was at the stove, cooking, when I came down.

"Morning." He sang.

I slid into a seat and then folded my arms onto the dining table.

"What you cooking?" I asked casually, trying to not make it awkward.

Michael then served me a plate of pancakes with fruit and syrup.

"Yum, thanks Michael." I complimented.

We both quietly ate for a bit until he started talking.

"I'm going to take you back to your home today."

The words made me stop eating and look at him.

"I've been gone for two days without any contact! If I turn up, they'll just kick me out." I slightly yelled.

The truth hurt.

"Good. You can live with me then."
Michael cut up the pancake and shoved it in his mouth.

His words swirled in my head. Could I really move in with him?

Maybe.

"I'm gonna go change." I took one more bite and headed up stairs.

I changed into my previous clothes from a few nights ago, a faded shirt and my ripped skinny jeans with my combat boots.

My parents would see me like this and they'd get so angry.

They expected me to be their pretty, perfect daughter who did what they said.

Reality hit me, and anger flowed through my veins.

I wanted my life to be the way I wanted it to be.

Fuck my parents. 

Even though I shouldn't be so ignorant, I headed downstairs and saw Michael who was fully dressed.

"Key?" I requested.

He frowned but handed them over, following me into the car.

"Just don't fucking crash."
He said after he shut the door.

I smirked and revved the car.

"Can't make any promises."

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When I pulled up in front of my house, I told Michael to stay.

He nodded and wished me good luck.

I smiled and squeezed his hand, that I was holding, before heading inside.

When I opened the door, my parents greeted me.

"There you are." My father hissed.

I smiled sweetly then rolling my eyes, heading upstairs.

"Where do you think your going?!" My father screamed.

"My room." I said as if he should know the answer.

"Good, you can pack your stuff and leave. Your not our true daughter."

I flung around and grinned. "And your not my true parents. Guess we're equal."

I kicked my door shut and started packing everything away.

I threw away all my clothes and stuff that I had to keep for my parents, but everything else I stuffed in my bags.

Suddenly the door flung open and my brother stepped in.

"Wren your finally ho-where are going?!" He frowned.

I rolled my eyes and slammed the door shut.

"What are you d-" He started saying but I cut him off.

"Don't. I have a lot to tell you."

I slowly lifted my shirt and showed him my tattoos. He gaped and then looked me in the eyes.

"I know you want to be a tattoo artist. Chandler, you can. You will. Don't let our parents drag you down, god forbid please don't." I begged.

After telling him Michael's address, I hugged him and then ran out the house.

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I really like this chapter 💁
It took longer then I expected to write it, because a kid was bugging me the entire time I was writing it.

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