Secrets - Michael Clifford (completed)

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Arms laden with bags I had nudge the door shut with my foot before I could drop the bags on the, now milkshake free, table. Michael must have finished cleaning up the mess, and I kinda feel bad now, for rushing out without finishing. As I started packing away the shopping Michael watched from the doorway. He was watching my every move, almost as if he wanted to say something, but didn't know how.

And for Mikey, that's a first. He's never one to be lost for words.

"Ro?" I looked up at Michael, genuine worry filled his face and I knew he was gonna try and ask me again. "Are you in trouble?"

"What makes you say that?" I replied carrying on unpacking. It was best brushing off his questions. I couldn't answer them.

"Just answer the question,"

Typical, "Why?" I retorted, desperate for another way to avoid the conversation.

Come on Rory, protect them, protect them.

"Who's after you Ro?" Michael asked, "Who's bothering you? Why did you go awol and why are you so scared?"

Jheez, he's as persistent as Jamie. Ha, I wonder why!

"Define after Mike," I groaned inwardly, pissed off at myself for giving in. Nine months I'd tried to keep it up, but now I'll openly admit, I'm exhausted.

"Ok, who's gonna 'Find you'" Michael spoke using his fingers and inverted commas and I froze.

"Where'd you-" but I didn't get a chance to finish because he slid my phone across the table and as clear as day I could see it for myself.

Tears began filling my eyes as quick as the colour, I'm sure, left my face and I ran to the sink and threw up.

I was so sure I'd be able to keep them away, that this time they'd give in and stop. I was wrong.

Wiping my mouth I stood up. This was it, I have to tell him now.

"I've failed. I'm sorry Michael," I dead panned.

I knew he was behind me and as he rest his head on my back, I almost broke down. "Talk to me Rory,"

"I'm screwed. We all are,"