I know you guys aren't gonna want to read chapters and chapters without Michael in and I don't wanna write them loool So this one might seem like it skips over some things but all important shit will be mentioned. I don't feel like I need to write a chapter for each day she's there with Misty, ya know? I hope this is okay for you guys and it means less time away from our beloved Antichrist. Well no real time since he's in the end of this one loool
The first day at the Day cottage had mainly been settling in. Misty had given her the tour of the place and shown her the room she was staying in. It was a small room upstairs and the bathroom was one they would share but she didn't mind. She really loved the whole vibe of the place. It was cluttered with books and plants, various antiques strewn about the place. It smelt like patchouli and had a calming feel to it. Misty had made her some tea and they'd sat on the couch for hours. They didn't mention the purpose of her visit that first day. Misty said she wanted her to feel comfortable with opening up to her and she was grateful. So instead that first day had been just them chatting and getting to know one another. Amy already knew a lot about Misty from Cordelia. But even when the woman told her something she already knew, she let her tell her stories because it was nice to hear them from her mouth. And Amy told her everything too. She had asked her not to hold back and she didn't.
She told her of her upbringing and her parents. How it left her feeling broken. She told her how she started with her powers when she was 9 and how it seemed to get worse the more her parents neglected her. She told her how at 14 her parents had forced her to see a psychiatrist because they didn't want to deal with her 'problems'. How she started sleeping around to fill the void in her life of not being loved. She told her that when she was 15, when her parents left on another trip and left her feeling abandoned, she had accidentally set the house on fire. It was easily contained, but her aunt Laura had been mortified and called her parents. They'd only been gone a day but they had to return. The next thing she knew her father was dropping her off at the academy and the last words he uttered to her were 'you aren't our problem anymore'. She hadn't heard or seen them since. She told her how happy she was in the coven. Told her about Michael. Misty knew a lot about the boy. He had saved her from her own personal hell but then turned into an asshole. But Cordelia had been keeping her updated on how well he was doing now he'd turned over a new leaf and it was clear how in love with him Amy was. Misty had told her it was like a fairy tale and it made her smile to hear her talk about him.
One thing Misty noticed was how easy it was for Amy to talk about Michael. How every time she did her eyes would light up. How she seemed to have a million and one things to say about him. Amy felt so much guilt for leaving but it was nice to talk about him. To remember all of their good times. It made her remember that things hadn't always been so dark for her, and ironically, her light in the world came from someone who was supposed to be made from the darkness. After eating some food and drinking more tea, the pair had retired for the night. Once in bed, Amy had called Michael and they spoke for two hours about anything but the elephant in the room. Neither of them wanted to address why she was there. Finding it easier to just talk about everyday things. Michael spoke to her about his day, leaving out details that she knew would most likely upset her about his mental state. And she told him how wonderful the cottage was and how he should visit sometime. She had hung up with a heavy heart after they uttered 'I love you' to each other, but she had slept that night for the first time in a while.
The second day was harder. Misty spoke to her about her own personal hell and Amy had watched with sympathy as the woman cried and told her own story. Then she shared what had happened to her. Misty had cried right along with her, holding her as she sobbed and relived the awful ordeal. Misty had even said Amy's hell was worse than hers but Amy didn't agree. Personal hell's were personal for a reason. What they harboured were the worst fears for the person in them. Although cutting open a live frog over and over again didn't sound hellish to Amy, just gross and sad, she knew it would have affected Misty just as bad as her own had affected her.
Once everything left her lips, the crushing pressure in her chest subsided. Being able to talk to someone who just understood eased her immensely. Misty didn't look at her with pity. She looked at her with sympathy but it was coming from a place of knowing what she went through. Of enduring her own hell. She could relate to her, and that's what made it so easy to talk about every little detail. And with every word leaving her lips, it was like she was releasing it to the world so it could no longer be a burden.
She had sent a text that morning to Michael, telling him she missed and loved him. But when she glanced to her phone at lunch, he hadn't replied. It was strange. He was always so needy and she had expected a reply. She mused he must have been busy with classes or something but by the time dinner rolled around and she still hadn't heard, she started feeling anxious. She knew he would have had time to check his phone by now but he hadn't replied. She sent a few more texts, trying to be casual at first. She'd asked him what he was doing, how his day went. Then she caved and sent him a text pleading with him to reply because she was worried. Still nothing.
When it was time for her to go to bed, she was a big ball of anxiety. Misty had picked up on it and gave her some tea. She had no idea what was in it but it was delicious and calmed her somewhat. But after getting in her pyjamas, she sat on the bed and called him. The phone rang several times and her worry only increased. She started to think it was going to just ring out until he finally picked up.
"Hey," she heard him, filling her body with relief. She could practically see his smile all the way from here through his voice.
"Hey. What are you up to?" she asked him, trying to sound nonchalant and not like she'd been worried sick.
"I uh… nothing," he replied vaguely. She heard people in the background. A lot of people. But she couldn't hear what was being said. She sat up straighter, a frown gracing her face. He was being weird and evasive and she didn't like it.
"Nothing? You've not replied to any of my messages," she frowned, an edge to her voice.
"I've just been busy," he said softly. She pursed her lips, quelling the urge to snark at him for making her feel like he was too busy for her. She heard the voices in the background again and she had a bad feeling in her gut.
"Where are you?" she couldn't even hide the curiosity in her tone. She knew it was too late for everyone to still be up back at the school.
"Out," he replied. Out? What the fuck did that mean? Since when did he go out? Where would he even go?
"Out?" she asked incredulously, not even masking her disdain at his answer.
"I'm sorry, I have to go. I love you and I'll talk to you tomorrow," with that, he hung up.
She sat there staring at her phone with her mouth agape. As if he had just hung up on her. He hadn't even waited for her to say she loved him back. This was so unlike him and it made her feel uneasy. Where the fuck was he? Who was he with? Part of her wondered if he was at some kind of party to take his mind off her being gone, but she knew that wouldn't even be in the realm of possibility. He didn't know anyone outside of the school and he didn't like people much. Social situations freaked him the fuck out. Yet he was with a bunch of people and being weird about answering her very simple questions. It took her hours to get to sleep that night as she tried to come up with every answer possible to where he was and why he was being weird with her.
The third day Amy told Misty all about Jessica. She told her all the events that lead up to her being pushed into the lake and everything leading up to the girl being burned at the stake. Misty had not explicitly told Amy she agreed with Cordelia but she made it clear she did think Amy had the right to be heard and her feelings were valid for being upset about it. But she also reminded Amy that as Supreme, her job was to protect her girls, not just Amy, at all costs. And that if the girl was a threat, then the right action was taken in the covens eyes. Amy understood. She had calmed down a lot after the burning and even though she still didn't agree, she knew it had been nothing personal against her.
Once again, getting everything off her chest had her feeling like her old self and she was already feeling better. She was grateful that Cordelia asked her to come here. She hadn't thought it would help much and she was shocked at how much it was helping. She hadn't been able to talk to Michael about it. He didn't get the whole thing about Jessica. And she couldn't talk to him about her hell without him getting upset. He had suffered in his own right that day and she knew that. She couldn't talk to any of her sisters either without them looking at her with pity she didn't want. But Misty, just like the day before, wasn't pitiful. She was sorrowful for her but she did not pity her. And that's exactly why Amy could open up to her.
Michael hadn't called or text her that day. She had text him numerous times. Some of the texts begging with him to tell her what's going on. Others calling him an asshole. She couldn't help it. She was getting mad. He had dodged her questions and made her suspicious but he'd also hung up on her. She had told him that she wanted to hear from him every day, how much it would kill her if she couldn't. So it felt like a slap to the face to have him ignore her like this. When she tried to call him that night, he didn't answer. She tried multiple times but got nowhere. After the fifth time, it went straight to voicemail, as if he had turned his phone off completely. She was hurt at first. She still was really. But her anger was flaring at him doing this. For someone who claimed to care about her so much, he was making her feel like she was unimportant and he knew what that did to her. She didn't have a clue what was going on. He wasn't mad at her for leaving or he wouldn't have spoken to her at all after she left.
By the fourth day, she'd had enough. She felt better, much better. And she decided to leave a day early and find out what the fuck was going on with Michael. Misty had no problems with her leaving a day early since it was clear she was feeling better. Amy was pissed that she had come here to get her shit together. He hadn't called or texted to ask her how she was doing or how it was all going, like he didn't care at all. She was proud of herself for coming so far in her time here and Michael was looming over her like a dark cloud and ruining it. Even if she had stayed she wouldn't be able to focus. There was a gnawing feeling in her gut about the whole thing and it made her feel sick.
After bidding the woman goodbye and some great hugs, she was once again on her way back to the academy. Misty had contacted Cordelia to arrange her ride back. Amy hadn't spoken to the woman herself so she hadn't had the chance to ask about Michael. She knew it would be late by the time she got back so she wouldn't be able to talk to her, but she knew that meant he would be in bed. She'd wake him up and give him a piece of her mind. Maybe even throw her shoe at his head. The ride back was tense for her as she stewed in her own anger and annoyance that he was just flat out ignoring her. She didn't try and call him again or even text to say she was on her way home.
The sky was dark, littered with stars by the time she got to the academy. She grabbed her bag, once again thanking her driver before heading inside. She made a beeline for their room, but when she opened the door, Michael wasn't in it. She frowned as her eyes scanned the place. It looked like he hadn't even been here in days and it only made the feeling in her stomach grow. She tossed the bag to the floor and pulled her boots off, sitting on the bed. She was far too anxious and annoyed to sleep. The door opened and her head whipped up, expecting to see Michael. But instead, it was Mallory. The girl gave her a bright smile as she stepped into the room but it fell when she saw Amy's face.
"Where is he?" she asked, her voice almost a growl. Mallory looked uncomfortable and shifted on the spot.
"I was kind of hoping for a hug first," she joked awkwardly. Amy sighed, feeling bad as she stood. Hugs weren't her thing but she hadn't seen her best friend in a while.
"Sorry Mall," she said softly as she wrapped her arms around her. The girls hugged for a moment and Mallory gave her a smile, seeing how she looked more like her old self.
"So… Michael?" Amy asked with a quirked brow. Mallory raked her teeth over her lower lip and it only served to make the anxiety grow.
"He's not been here since the day after you left," she admitted sheepishly. Amy's stomach felt like it fell out of her ass.
"What?" she asked flatly.
"He just left. He didn't say anything to anyone but all of his shits still here so Cordelia said he would come back. That maybe he needed his own space away and to deal with you not being here," Mallory explained softly. Amy wiped a hand over her face as she moved to sit back on the bed.
"He's been ignoring me. I called him the second day I was gone after he'd ignored my texts. He said he was out. But there were people in the background. When I asked him about it he got all weird and ended up hanging up on me. I haven't heard from him since," Amy frowned. Mallory's eyes widened a little as her brows furrowed.
"That's… weird," she muttered. Amy snorted dryly. Of course it was weird. He was usually attached to her hip and now he was just gone and ignoring her.
"Doesn't even matter. I guess I'll just wait here and hope he fucking comes back," Amy sighed angrily. Mallory gave her a sad smile and nodded, knowing it was best to give her space. She knew Amy well enough to know when she didn't want to be bothered so she would see her the next day where they could talk about how things went with Misty. Amy paced the room in the dark. Her mind was going a million miles a minute. What if something happened to him? What if he just fucking took off? Her brain was hurting and her stomach was churning. It was 3 am when she was in the bathroom now in her pyjamas. She splashed water onto her face feeling beyond pissed and upset he still wasn't there. But then she heard their bedroom door open and shut quietly. She padded quietly to the bathroom door, seeing Michael walk in and not notice her lurking in the shadows of the dark room.
"And the prodigal son returns," she stated coldly. He whipped around to face her, eyes wide at her standing in the doorway with her arms over her chest.
"You're back early," he beamed a smile at her, eyes shining with happiness. It soon melted off his face though when he saw her steely expression. She stepped into the bedroom, flicking the light on and holding back the wince at how her eyes burned from the sudden light.
"I am. So imagine my surprise when you weren't here. Imagine my fucking surprise when I learnt you've been gone for days. Imagine my fucking surprise when my boyfriend didn't answer my calls or return my texts for days," she snapped harshly. He swallowed thickly and the guilty look on his face as he looked at his shoes didn't bode well.
"Amy, I-" he started softly.
"No Michael. Fuck you! Where the fuck have you been?" she asked incredulously. He heaved a sigh, kicking off his shoes. He looked exhausted.
"I told you, I was out," he replied, not able to look her in the eyes.
She clenched her jaw as she took a few steps forward.
"Out? Where the fuck did you go? What was so important that you forgot I fucking existed for days?" she sneered. He frowned, shaking his head as he started to shuck his jacket off. He was in his fancy clothes today apparently.
"I didn't forget you existed," he muttered.
"Well you sure as shit didn't think about me enough to reply. What was it? Did you go to some rager or something and decide to go and fuck some girls since I wasn't there to warm your bed?" she snarled, jealousy dripping off every word. She couldn't help it. What the fuck was supposed to think? His eyes snapped up to hers then, seemingly striking a nerve in him and his face hardened.
"I wasn't at a party and I haven't even looked at another girl," he snapped, turning his back to her as he started to unbutton his shirt.
"Then what? Why are you being so evasive? Why did you ignore me?" she asked angrily. He took a deep breath, sitting on the end of his bed with his shirt open as he rubbed his temples and closed his eyes. He stayed silent though and it only annoyed her more.
"What was more important than me Michael? I went there to sort my shit out. For me, for us. And you just do this to me. You stop talking to me completely. Make me worry something bad happened to you, or that… that you decided you didn't want me anymore. Where were you?" her voice cracked as tears stung her eyes. Her last words hanging in the air with a blanket of sadness wrapped around them. She fought her tears, she'd cried enough to last her a lifetime and she was sick of it. He frowned, looking up at her with shiny eyes. He looked so conflicted and he tilted his head back with a deep inhale before standing.
"I needed to get away too. I needed to get out of this room without you in it. I needed to stop my fucking mind replaying over and over the day you fucking died, okay? To stop the worry that it'll happen again. At how easy it was for you to be taken away from me. I needed to escape," he bit out, his voice low and gritty with emotion. She looked at him sadly. She knew he needed to deal with things too but it didn't explain why he ignored her or where he was. She just stared at him, waiting for him to elaborate. He rubbed his eyes, looking so worn down.
"I just went to see some old friends. You don't need to worry, Amy," he frowned, his voice sounded defeated almost.
"Old friends? With all due respect Michael, you don't have any friends," she said harshly. She might have felt bad, especially when he gave her a look for her words. But she knew it was true. The warlocks wouldn't want anything to do with him now and the only other people he had ever had in his life…
"Satanists? Please for the love of fuck Michael, tell me you didn't go and meet up with Satanists," she said flatly. He looked down at his shoes, the guilt all over his face and her eyes widened.
"Are you fucking kidding me? After all this hard work to be good, you just go back to them?!" she asked mortified. She didn't know what to expect but honestly, this hadn't even crossed her mind.
"It doesn't mean I'm not being good. I just needed someone to talk to and I found them. It wasn't even intentional. I went out needing some space and I found a church. It was soothing for me," he frowned, looking at her imploringly like he needed her to understand. But she didn't.
"They're bad people who do bad shit. Who worship your father who so happens to be Satan. You turned your back on him Michael, you suddenly think it's a good idea to be around these people?" she asked him with a shake of her head.
"I'm well aware of how I turned my back on him," he snapped. He sounded almost bitter and she didn't like it. She had no idea where this whole thing was coming from and she felt blindsided.
"They made me feel welcome and I needed a safe space, Amy," his voice was pleading but she couldn't understand. She couldn't accept it. It unsettled her that his safe space was a fucking church of Satan. She thought he'd moved passed all of this.
"Do they know who you are?" she asked carefully with a waver in her voice. He licked his lower lip, eyes darting about the room.
"Some of them. But they know not to tell anyone," he replied tensely.
"You're the Antichrist, they want you here to end the world. You really think it's wise to let them know who you are? Knowing what they want from you?" she asked with furrowed brows. She thought he was smarter than that.
"It doesn't matter what they want because they won't get it. All I wanted is somewhere I felt… accepted. I needed space from here just like you did," he implored.
"They don't like you, Michael. They're not your friends. They're using you for your title and you're just buying into it," she scoffed incredulously.
A deep frown etched onto his angelic face as he strode towards her more. His eyes were shiny and sad as he looked down at her.
"They're not using me. Most of them don't even know who I am. I know you don't understand this part of me Amy, but I'm asking you to just try. I swear to you, I'm not doing anything bad. The world won't end. I'm behaving. But I just need this right now," he pleaded. He sounded almost desperate and she felt an ache in her chest as she stared into his broken blue eyes. She knew this was because of what happened with her. As much as she didn't like him talking to Satanists given what he was, she felt bad. She felt bad that he was suffering too. That she had a chance to go and deal with her demons but he hadn't. He seemed hell-bent on this helping him.
"You promise me right now that you won't do anything bad Michael. That this won't change you. I don't understand, you're right. But I can't accept it if you'll change. If you'll go back to being that bad guy again," she stated seriously with a lump in her throat.
He cupped her face tenderly and the warmth seeped into her very being. She had missed him so much and now they were fighting. She hated it. But now his warm skin was making contact with hers and she just wanted to melt into him.
"I promise. I'd never risk losing you," he murmured softly. She didn't like it. Not one bit. But she felt like she had no right to tell him what to do. She had no right to not help him ease his pain at what he had been through. What they had both been through. She hoped it would just be a phase. That he would grow bored and stop. And she knew she would be there to stop anything from going wrong. To keep him on the straight and narrow.
He leant his face closer to hers at her resignation, his nose brushing hers sweetly.
"I don't want to fight anymore. I missed you. And I'm sorry okay? I didn't mean to make you feel that way. I just… I knew how you'd react," he whispered sadly. She nodded, still unhappy with everything but she just wanted normal. She had dealt with her problems, started to feel back to her old self. She didn't want any more negative. She didn't want any more fights. Her hands came up to rest on his bare chest, soaking in his warmth and his fiery scent. She'd fucking missed him so much. He captured her lips in a sweet tender kiss that made her head spin. She didn't know how things had managed to go ass upwards again but she could only hope it was temporary. That now she was back he would have no need to leave her side. She kissed him back, her body melding into his after being away from him for so long.
The pair were exhausted after everything. When he pulled away from the kiss he gave her a bright smile. The one she knew and loved. Her sweet boy. She smiled back, feeling a little more at ease suddenly. She had to have hope. It was all she had left. He placed a loving kiss on her forehead before moving away to rid himself of the rest of his clothes. She climbed into his bed and when he lay down, he curled around her, laying his head on her chest as his arm wound around her tightly. She was glad to be back. Glad to be once again in his arms where she felt so safe and cared for. Her hand buried itself in his golden locks as she closed her eyes, both of them falling asleep.