𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 ||mj✔︎(REVAMPED)

Shameless

Michael's mother's heels clicked against the cold floor of Michael's apartment building. She didn't think it was a great idea letting him live alone having knowledge of his..conditions.

She knocks on his door and it takes a good 2 minutes before he actually answers the it. She braces herself for whatever's about to go down with him. There's always a surprise when it comes to her son.

He opens the door just with a crack and peeks his head through it. His hair is a little messy, he's just wearing a wife beater with a pair of boxers. He squints his eyes at her as his hands grip the fringes of the door

"Mama?" he questions. His voice sounds nasally, almost like he's sick, which made Katherine a little suspicious as to what he's been doing all alone in there.

"Michael open the door and let me in." She calmly demanded and he jerks his head back at her—

He chuckles cynically and shakes his head again

"You don't get it mama. You're the one who sent me to live by myself so why do you act like you care about me now?"

His mother just shakes her head pushing her way through her son as he stumbles back a bit. He rolls his eyes, locking the door having no choice but to tolerate her presence.

Katherine looks around her son's apartment, noticing bags of white stuff, and alcohol bottles everywhere. Obviously he's had a lot of time to himself

"Michael! A-are you doin' drugs?!" she exclaims picking up an empty bottle of Hennessy and holding it to his face as he glances at the bottle, then averts his eyes back to her's. He didn't want to answer the question knowing she'll just attack him with more questions about it so he decided to keep it general

"Its none of your concern."

"Dont you give me that crap Michael! This isn't helping you! Have you even been taking your pills? You promised me you'd do better! Not keep gettin' into trouble and breaking yourself into pieces!"

"Mama I ain't with the shit. Nothin will fucking help me. You have no idea how fucking betrayed I feel when you guys sent me away to live alone!"

- "Michael we've explained this! Your too dangerous to live in the house with us. Do you not recall what you almost did to Janet?!"

"And so what?! You know I wasn't feeling my best that day! If you'd just give me a damn chance-"

- "No! Michael you are not well. You need help and you wont take it! I dont know what to do about you!"

Michael flips over the table and in full anger and walks over to his mother gripping her neck tightly. Almost lifting her off the floor. Katherine gasps for air while looking at her son dead in the eye. He looks back at her with dark eyes. He has the look

That look

And that's how she knew her son isn't her son at this moment.

Michael snaps out of it and releases what he's really doing and immediately releases Katherine, causing her to fall to the ground gasping for air

Michael runs his hands through his hair looking at the ceiling in disbelief. He didn't mean to do it. His hands moved by themself. He can't control himself at times—

"No no no no! S-see mama you made me do it! Fuck! You made me!" he yells pacing around with tears flooding his eyes, he blames her just to have something to blame. Just to excuse himself from his "issues"