catfish // mgc

☼ t h i r t y - f i v e ☼

He slapped me across the face and continued yanking me through the parking lot by my wrist. He tossed me against his car, glaring at me with a fire burning in his eyes.

He swayed side to side slightly; the presence of alcohol evident. He stormed for me and I flinched before he turned me around and gripped onto my hair, bending me over onto the car hood. I squirmed and wiggled as he lay on top of me, holding me down. He pulled my head up and breathed in my face.

"You think it's okay to flirt with other men?" He spat angrily, tugging on my hair a little. "Right in front of me?"

"Dylan, I wasn't-"

"You're mine," he snarled, pushing my face onto the hood of the car.

He then lifted me off of the car, by my hair, and shoved me towards the door and into the car. I sat in the seat, sobbing into my hands. He clambered into the driver's seat, turning the car on and revving the engine.

"And I'll show you how much you're mine when we get home."

Suddenly my eyes snapped open and I was in a dim lighted room, in a bed. Someone's hands were on my shoulders, shaking me. I heaved the person off of me and sat up quickly, scooting back till my back hit the wall. I frantically looked around, grabbing the blankets and pulling them up to my chest, until I realized I was in a hotel room.

Memories of recent events came flooding back when I saw Michael sitting on the floor, rubbing the side of his head and his eyes filled with worry.

My lip quivered and I broke down, my head dropping as I began sobbing hysterically into the comforter. The bed shifted and suddenly I was enveloped into the arms of the man I adored beyond belief. My arms flew around his neck and I cried into his shoulder, getting snot on his white shirt.

"Shh," he cooed, rubbing my back and stroking my hair. "It was just a bad dream, Mae. It's okay. You're safe, I promise."

And that was the thing. Even though I had just had that horrible nightmare, I'd never felt so safe in my life than I did right now, in Michael's arms.

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[Michael]

"It actually happened, y'know," she mumbled in a small voice.

She picking at the ends of her black hair – which I noticed she did when she was anxious or nervous – as we sat on the bed, facing each other. She just finished telling me what happened in her dream, leaving me quite speechless.

Her frantic doe-like blue green eyes looked anywhere but in my plain green ones. She didn't have her glasses on, and her face was makeupless, making the dark circles around her eyes more visible. Even when she was upset, she was still beautiful.

She repeatedly stuck her finger in and out of a hole at the bottom of her, er, my shirt, waiting for me to say something. When I didn't, she spoke again.

"The dream. Or nightmare, if you will. It actually happened," she spoke softly.

My heart went out to her. Mae never told me much about her past. She never told me why she was so... fucked up. I wanted to hold her and protect her from the cruel world. I didn't want anything bad to happen to her ever again.

"I'm sorry," I breathed, only to have her shake her head.

"Why does everyone say that?" She asked, her eyebrows furrowing as she threw her hands up in frustration.

"What do you mean?"

"I never understood why people apologized for things like that. Things that they didn't cause," she huffed.

"To show sympathy," I answered, shrugging. "To show someone that they're not alone."

"What if I don't want sympathy? What if I want to just forget all the shit that happened to me? What if I don't want to reminisce on the times he hit me, or forced me to have sex with him? What if I don't want to remember the night we left a party cause some drunk bastard say hi to me, and I politely said hi back only to have a drunk Dylan assume I was flirting with him, and force me to go home with him so he could 'rightfully show me who I belonged to', only to get into an accident on the way back to his apartment cause he was shit faced? What if I don't want to remember any of that?"

I sat there completely stunned. Mae was red faced with anger and sadness, tears streaming down her cheeks as she took deep breaths to calm herself down.

Anger sparked in my when the words she spoke registered in my head. Someone out there hurt her. And it hurt me so much knowing that she'd been through so much shit. She didn't deserve it. She was a precious little sweet cupcake, and she was my favorite flavor.

I stayed quiet, partially because I had no idea what to say, and I was scared I'd say the wrong thing and she'd blow up again. But oddly enough, I could tell she needed to say all that. Mae was the type to bottle up all her feelings until the lid couldn't screw on anymore and everything would just pour out.

Eventually she sniffled and sighed, running the back of her hand across her cheeks to wipe away any leftover tears. She took one last deep breath before speaking again.

"Sorry for that," she started, rubbing her tired eyes. "It wasn't my intention on exploding like that."

I shrugged and offered her a small smile, taking her hand. I rubbed her knuckles with my thumb in a reassuring manner, and she frowned.

"I don't want to be alone, Michael," she confessed, finally looking at me.

Her eyes held so much pain and it honestly broke my heart. I grabbed her other hand and pulled her forward slightly. She got the hint and crawled into my lap, still sniffling. I held her tightly and lightly kissed her forehead.

"You won't be alone ever again, Mae. I promise."

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(a/n)

MY HEART HURTS AFTER WRITING THIS CHAPTER LIKE THIS WAS MORE INTENSE THEN WHEN ASH FOUND OUT SHE WAS A CATFISH WTF

But I wanted Michael to find out more deep shit about mae u feel me

Also don't worry. I know I kind of left a cliff hanger with the mae getting into an accident thing, but I'll go into more detail about it soon

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