It was in the middle of the night when I snuck out. I knew exactly what I was going to do. Michael had me convinced my mom would hate me, but it was worth a try.
All the way down the street, I couldn't help but feel bad. If my mom ever forgave me, I was going to leave.
It wasn't as easy as just leaving. I didn't have any money. I doubted my mom would take me back, and if she didn't, I had no way to get home.
Even if I left Michael, would anyone else want me? Michael constantly told me how much I needed him. He did save me here, afterall.
It was rude to just leave. But I had to.
Deep down, I knew Michael would be okay. Somehow. He had his friends. (Not that they were that great anyways).
Eventually I saw the phone booth. I jogged the last few feet to t he booth, wiping the rain out of my eyes, and pushing my sopping bangs to the side.
I was so close.
I took a deep breath, and dialed in my mother's phone number.
She didn't answer.
It was in the middle of the night. Did I really think she would?
I had enough for one more phone call. I slipped in the coins with sweaty fingers, praying she answered.
And it rang. And rang.
Before I thought this was done, it stopped. She answered.
"Mom?"
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12 Months//michael clifford short story
FanfictionI thought that love was staying up all night with him drinking shitty black coffee and talking about what we were going to do once we had the money. Love was wishing he wouldn't come back to our shitty apartment, at least for one more night. Love wa...
