Chapter 3 "Who needs a leather couch to lie on?"
Later on, as she got closer to the house, she wondered what would await her there. Truthfully, she'd been surprised more people hadn't followed her. Or why Eric and Kevin didn't have the whole police force on alert. Yes, it had to be 48 hours for a missing person but when one ran things like Eric did, one didn't pay attention to such minor details. Anyway, she figured there were two options...1. Eric, Annie and Matt would be waiting for her with the rest of the family listening in from behind the door, 2. The rest of them wouldn't even bother hiding and just sit out in the open in a 'family meeting' fashion. She sighed, with all of them there at once, she was bound to lose her voice from screaming so much. Then, she had an idea. More than likely, she was expected to walk in and right into the living room ambush... but what if she just went upstairs? She could go in the back door and right up the kitchen stairs. Smiling to herself, Michaela executed her plan and lay on her bed. Staring at the ceiling, she once again wished to be home, away from the horror. Her last thought before drifting to sleep was wondering how long they would wait.
A while later, she awoke to find the room dim. Wiping her eyes, she looked around and saw she was still alone. Curious, she crept downstairs and, peeking in, saw they were still waiting. Covering her mouth to keep the laughter in, she went in the kitchen. Surely they couldn't have been sitting there all that time. Surely they couldn't be that... "Actually, yes they could", she said to herself with a smirk. She was pretty shocked, though, that they didn't have some sort of search team out yet. Maybe they'd already called? She shook her head and went out the back door to get some fresh air. She expected to be alone and moaned inwardly when she saw Kevin coming down from the unfinished treehouse of hell. She tried to slip away without him noticing, but his sensors must have picked her up because his eyes shot to where she was and he yelled out what sounded like, "Wait". Rolling her eyes, Michaela folding her arms and waited for him to reach her, tapping a foot impatiently.
"What are you doing here?" He asked sternly.
"I should ask you the same question. Why aren't you waiting in there with the rest of the stooges?"
His jaw clenched more, if that was possible, "I don't like your attitude".
"Okaay... so?" she replied breezily.
"What do you mean "so"?" Kevin couldn't believe someone would say such a thing to him.
"So what do you expect me to do?"
"Nert spek tht wey" was what Michaela heard, but she guessed what he meant and answered, "Who do you think I am? Lucy?"
Kevin looked taken aback. Or, at least, that's what she imagined he would look like if he could show any emotion at all, "What is that supposed to mean?"
She sighed, "It means you're overbearing and abusive and Lucy is a spineless wimp. Very simple actually, I would think someone run by a computer would catch it", he opened his mouth but her voice got louder and she cut him off, "And don't even THINK about saying you're not abusive. What do you call telling her what to do, freaking out if she doesn't listen, constantly putting her down and making her apologize when she's done nothing!? Damn, and her letting you is a disgrace to women everywhere. Any self-respecting female would've castrated you by now... or whatever the equivalent of that is to a machine. Then there's the whole 'process' you had to go through to propose. Ask her father?! And what if he had said no, Kevin, hmm? Doesn't her answer matter just a tinsy bit more, she will, after all, be the one who MARRIES you!! Talk about controlling, having to have it all your way, you deciding the time and etc., ridiculous moron. By the way, what was with that whole thing?? She knew you were going to propose, you knew she was going to say yes, what was the whole freaking point!? Ohh, and there's the whole kissing Roxanne to "get back" at Lucy, real mature. News flash, a man and woman can be talking in a CHURCH and it doesn't mean they're doing anything!!! But, no, that would be logical, right? You're not programmed to be that. What is it with you and Roxanne anyway? Why do you want her and Lucy to be friends so badly? All right, Luce isn't being the most rational of people but hell, if she wants to hate Roxanne, she can. You can't tell her how to feel! DAMN all you do is order people around, well here's an order for you: GET A FREAKING BRAIN!" By the end, Michaela's hands were fisted at her sides and Kevin was staring at her in disbelief. She looked up behind him and saw the whole CamClan with similar expressions. She wasn't sure when they had gotten there but didn't particularly care. She pushed through them to the door and, right before slamming it behind her yelled, "AND THE REST OF YOU CAN GET A LIFE!" Walking upstairs, she started calculating how many sessions she'd filled in so far.