Why Me?, chapter 2
He walked into my room and looked at me and Mike
"What the hell are you doing in here!!!" yelled my dad. "I thought I told you that if I ever saw you around my daughter again I would kick your ass," he said "You are nothing but trouble."
I guess he was refering to the time me and Mike got suspended for ditching, and then the time we got arrested for possesion (of weed, what else?).
"Leave Mike alone, your just a drunken asshole!!!" I said finally giving in to my anger. I stood up and walked over to him to yell at him.
"Dont you ever talk to me like that!" yelled my dad. He then slapped me so hard that I fell to the floor.
"Michelle!" yelled Mike as he ran over to me. He helped me up and I put my hand to my cheek to stop the new cut there from bleeding any more. "What the hell is your problem?" yelled Mike.
"She is my daughter and she needs to learn to respect me," said my dad
Mike then cussed him out, but before my dad could reply I heard the front door open, it was my mom. For once I was actually relieved for her to be home, only because my dad never acted this bad or hit me when she was around.
"Get the fuck out of my house!!!" yelled my dad to me and Mike once he too heard the door open.
I didnt have to be told twice, as soon as he walked out of my room to greet my mom and presumably have another drink, Mike helped me gather all of the things I couldnt live without. I had my cd's, my cd player, clothes, my hoodie, and everything else I needed. I stuffed it all into my backpack. Mike then climbed out my window and caught my bag as I through it to him.
"Ready?" asked Mike
"Oh wait hold on" I told him as I ran across my room. I had almost forgotten my guitar and my drumsticks. That would have killed me.
Now having all of my possesions I swung the guitar over my shoulder and climbed out of my window. I met Mike on the ground and we headed over to his house. We walked in silence until we got there. Once he opened his door he looked at me.
"Holy shit the cut hasnt stopped bleeding, you're covered in blood," he said.
He rushed me over to the bathroom sink where he carefully and gently helped me wipe the blood of my face and patch up the cut.
"Mike, thanks. For everything you are the best guy in the whole world!" I said hugging him tightly. He seemed surprized but quickly returned the hug.
"No problem, there is no way I could let you keep staying with that drunken asshole. No way, you can stay here as long as you like," he said, wondering whether or not I would stay with him.
"Of course I will stay with you," I said.
"Cool, so need help unpacking?" he said sarcastically. I only had my backpack, guitar and drumsticks.
He took my guitar and took it to the basement, along with my drumsticks. Billie Joe, Mike and their friend Tre practice down there for there band Green Day every weekend. So it was a pretty safe place.
I put my stuff in Mike's bedroom, seeing as that was the only available room. Once in there I sat down on the bed and put my head in my hands. Was I really here at Mike's, did I just get kicked out of my house?
"Hey Michelle whats wrong?" said Mike as he walked into the room
I lifted up my head and said, "nothing, its just kind of hard to beleive that he kicked me out, but at least I am with you."
He walked over to me and hugged me. "I am glad too." Then he did someting totally unexpected...
He kissed me.
"What the hell are you doing in here!!!" yelled my dad. "I thought I told you that if I ever saw you around my daughter again I would kick your ass," he said "You are nothing but trouble."
I guess he was refering to the time me and Mike got suspended for ditching, and then the time we got arrested for possesion (of weed, what else?).
"Leave Mike alone, your just a drunken asshole!!!" I said finally giving in to my anger. I stood up and walked over to him to yell at him.
"Dont you ever talk to me like that!" yelled my dad. He then slapped me so hard that I fell to the floor.
"Michelle!" yelled Mike as he ran over to me. He helped me up and I put my hand to my cheek to stop the new cut there from bleeding any more. "What the hell is your problem?" yelled Mike.
"She is my daughter and she needs to learn to respect me," said my dad
Mike then cussed him out, but before my dad could reply I heard the front door open, it was my mom. For once I was actually relieved for her to be home, only because my dad never acted this bad or hit me when she was around.
"Get the fuck out of my house!!!" yelled my dad to me and Mike once he too heard the door open.
I didnt have to be told twice, as soon as he walked out of my room to greet my mom and presumably have another drink, Mike helped me gather all of the things I couldnt live without. I had my cd's, my cd player, clothes, my hoodie, and everything else I needed. I stuffed it all into my backpack. Mike then climbed out my window and caught my bag as I through it to him.
"Ready?" asked Mike
"Oh wait hold on" I told him as I ran across my room. I had almost forgotten my guitar and my drumsticks. That would have killed me.
Now having all of my possesions I swung the guitar over my shoulder and climbed out of my window. I met Mike on the ground and we headed over to his house. We walked in silence until we got there. Once he opened his door he looked at me.
"Holy shit the cut hasnt stopped bleeding, you're covered in blood," he said.
He rushed me over to the bathroom sink where he carefully and gently helped me wipe the blood of my face and patch up the cut.
"Mike, thanks. For everything you are the best guy in the whole world!" I said hugging him tightly. He seemed surprized but quickly returned the hug.
"No problem, there is no way I could let you keep staying with that drunken asshole. No way, you can stay here as long as you like," he said, wondering whether or not I would stay with him.
"Of course I will stay with you," I said.
"Cool, so need help unpacking?" he said sarcastically. I only had my backpack, guitar and drumsticks.
He took my guitar and took it to the basement, along with my drumsticks. Billie Joe, Mike and their friend Tre practice down there for there band Green Day every weekend. So it was a pretty safe place.
I put my stuff in Mike's bedroom, seeing as that was the only available room. Once in there I sat down on the bed and put my head in my hands. Was I really here at Mike's, did I just get kicked out of my house?
"Hey Michelle whats wrong?" said Mike as he walked into the room
I lifted up my head and said, "nothing, its just kind of hard to beleive that he kicked me out, but at least I am with you."
He walked over to me and hugged me. "I am glad too." Then he did someting totally unexpected...
He kissed me.
