Hey everyone, I want to thank you all for your appreciation on the story so far, every one who not only follows, reviews, and favourites, but just reads in general, you make it worth it to write these stories. But I should explain, this is almost like a deleted scene, I wanted in the last chapter somewhere but I couldn't make it fit. So I'm sorry if it's a bit short, but the bright side is a full chapter will be out tonight or tomorrow morning. So with that I leave you a little snippet of the night Mike and his fathers tensions rose.
"You learned to run from what you feel, and that's why you have nightmares. To deny is to invite madness. To accept is to control." -Megan Chance
The tires screeched on the gravel of our driveway as I stopped the family car and put it into park. I didn't have my own car yet because I'm like every other teenager, completely broke and stuck with a minimum wage job that gives you no sense of satisfaction.
I pulled the keys out of the ignition and immediately noticed that the lights were on in the kitchen.
'Shit please let that be Nancy.' I thought as I rested my hand on the doorknob before slowly opening it. Silence rang through the house as I creeped in and shut the door lightly
"MICHAEL WHEELER." My mom said as she had appeared in front of me after I had turned around from closing the door, how the hell did she even get there that fast?
"Hey..." I said rubbing my hand on my neck and ruffling my hair up a bit, looking down to the ground as I did.
"I uh... didn't think you guys would be around..." I said. My mom and dad had left earlier in the day with our other car, the one that barely ran and were supposed to be back tomorrow. They left the family car here because Nancy needed it to get to her job in the city a few miles off, and when she got back I took it out for a spin, something my parents said was completely off limits.
"Well we are Michael, and you know our policy!" She said walking back to the kitchen.
"I know I'm sorry." I said as I sat down my backpack which I had brought out with me, which may or may not have a small bottle of whiskey inside it, I prayed that my mom wouldn't check through it and find that out as well, if she found that I knew I'd never be allowed to leave the house until I was legally allowed to live on my own.
"What is all the yelling-" My dad said before stopping at the end of the stairs and glared at me before briskly walking over towards me.
"You've got a lot of nerve Michael. Thinking you can just waltz off with the car, what is going on with you Michael?"
"Your grades are falling and you've become the most disrespectful person..." Ted said before things started to go fuzzy, blurry almost. The words becoming a distant echo.
I began to hear my voice, I was yelling and saying things but I couldn't understand any of it, it was like watching a movie inside of a full fish tank, but the movie was also cut up and choppy. My dad now had a heated red look on his face and a clenched fist, I took a step back and he took a step forward, he raised his hand and...
I sat up in a cold sweat, I was completely drenched and there were tears on my cheeks, it was another dream... nightmare. Haven't had one of those in a long time, not since it actually happened, talking about it earlier today must have brought it back. I looked over to the clock, 5:00 AM.
"Doubt I'm gonna get much sleep after that." I said out loud as I kicked my feet of the bed and headed towards the bathroom.