it's not your fault

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chapter 13 

        “Shit, shit, shit.” I said frantically and Michael quirked an eyebrow at me. “James is out there, I can’t leave.” I said and he rolled his eyes. 

“Well, I’m exhausted and I want to go home.” Mikey said and I sighed. 

“He’s gonna think I’m a freak and never talk to me again. Please can we just wait like 5 minutes.” I pleaded and pulled the pouty lip and wide eyes. Michael rolled his eyes once again and began walking out. 

“If I were you, I would come with me because you don’t have a way home.” He said and smirked a little. I flicked him off and followed him down the hall, hiding behind him as we passed James. At that moment James turned around and saw me. Great, just great. This is absolutely wonderful. 

“Lindsey?” James asked and I awkwardly turned around. “What are you doing here?” I quickly thought of a lie and hoped it would work. 

“Oh, um, Michael, here, hurt his wrist.” I said and turned to Mikey, hitting him in the stomach. “Isn’t that right?” Michael nodded and held up his wrist. 

“Yepp, I thought it was sprained.” He said and I almost laughed. He should never be an actor. 

“Why are you here?” I asked and James turned his attention to me. 

“My little brother fell off of his bed and broke his leg.” He said and I saw a little boy who was a spitting image of James in the hospital bed. 

“Well, that sucks. I’m really tired. I will be in the car.” Michael said and walked away. 

“What’s got his panties in a twist?” James asked and I laughed a little, hiding my wrist behind my back since I had a t-shirt on. 

“He’s just really tired, been here since like 10.” I said and James gave me a quick kiss before I walked out to the minivan that I was in earlier. I almost jumped out of my skin when I heard three other voices yell my name from the backseat. Michael let out a girly yelp and I laughed at how scared he was. 

“Holy shit, I didn’t think you guys were still here.” Michael said holding his heart. 

“Well, we weren’t just gonna leave you here.” A guy with long, brown fringe, who I assumed was the new drummer, said. Michael just rolled his eyes and started the van. The drive was silent, except for Michael and Luke bantering. 

“Can you guys shut up?” I mumbled and looked out the window. “God, you’re like an old married couple.” Calum and Ashton both started laughing; obviously they were the only ones who heard me. We dropped Calum and Luke off at their houses and went back to me and Michael’s street. We got out and Ashton got in the driver’s side before going home. 

“Your mom is probably looking for you. I’ll see you later.” I said after a moment of silence and started to turn around, but Michael gently grabbed my elbow. 

“You gonna be okay?” He asked looking into my eyes and I hesitantly nodded. Michael sighed and his eyes flickered behind me to my dark, empty house. 

“I’ll be fine. Mom will be back in a couple days. No need to worry.” I said and secretly hoped he would come with me. Even though me and my mom don’t talk, she is still there. I don’t like being left completely alone. 

“Why don’t I just make sure you’re good?” Michael asked and I nodded. “I’ll go tell my mom that I’m gonna stay at Cal’s.” He said and ran inside really quick. He came back out a minute later in sweats and a hoodie on. He put his phone in his pocket and we walked over to the house in silence. I opened the door and saw a few drops of blood on the wooden floor. I cringed and looked away from them, not wanting to think about what just happened. We walked up to my room and even though nobody was home, I shut my door. I sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at my wrapped up wrists. Mikey sat down beside me and I avoided his gaze that was on me. 

“Are you mad at me?” I asked quietly and he sighed sadly. 

“No, I’m not mad. Just a little upset at the fact that I didn’t notice that anything was wrong.” He said and I turned to look at him. “That day in class when I saw the cuts, I kept telling myself that they were old and that I had nothing to worry about. When you left early, I should’ve known that something was wrong.” Mikey seemed so upset at himself and it made me sad, knowing that he thought it was his fault.

“It’s not your fault, Mikey. I just need to figure out another way to deal with stress. Please don’t blame yourself.” I said and he nodded before laying back onto the twin sized bed. I laid back too, us both barely fitting on it. 

“I am so tired.” He muttered with his eyes closed. Mikey wrapped an arm around my shoulder and we fell asleep just like that, me hoping that this meant more to him than it probably did. 

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