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PAUL'S POV
Sam made me take the rest of the day off from school because I almost phased in the hallway. Jared had to pull me out so I wouldn't punch Casey in the face. I was so worried about Michelle. I got Kim to check on her in the bathroom when I went back to Sam and Emily's. I would wait for her there so we could talk. She needed to know that Casey kissed me and that I pushed her away.
The door flew open and Kim stepped to the side so Seth could bring Michelle in. But she looked… different?
"Is she… drunk?" I asked.
"Er… yeah," Seth muttered.
"Can we buy a cat?" Michelle asked Seth, patting his head.
"Uh, go ask Paul," Seth said, setting her on the ground.
Stumbled around and then just fell on her butt. She giggled a little bit.
"Paul!" she yelled when she noticed me, "Why are you here? Aren't you with your girlfriend?"
"Michelle, she's not my-"
"Don't lie to me Paul," she slurred, standing up and stumbling over to me, "I saw you kiss her! I thought… I thought… you imprided-imprintindeded-impramtaded on me! Do you like her now? I don't care. You can have her!"
"No, Michelle. I don't want her," I said, kneeling down in front of her.
Her angry face turned into a smile, "I gotta secret," she giggled, leaning close, "Can I tell you?"
"Uh, yeah?" I said.
She held out her pinky, but wouldn't hold it still. I grabbed her wrist and linked fingers.
"Just don't tell Paul," she whispered, "I love him."
"You do?" I asked, hopefully.
"You told Paul didn't you?" she yelled, "Meanie."
"No I uh, didn't?" how do I go about this situation?
"It doesn't matter because he doesn't love me back. I'm fat," she pouted.
"Michelle, you're not fat!" I whispered.
"Yes I am!" she insisted, nodding her head rapidly.
"No Michelle."
"Yeah and that's why you kissed her. You're an ass hole!" she growled.
"She kissed me!"
"You mean like this?" Michelle giggled, leaning closer.
She pressed her lips to mine and wrapped her arms around my neck. I stayed frozen in shock before I pushed her away.
"No Michelle, I won't take advantage of you like this," I whispered.
She took my face in both her hands and leaned close, at first I thought she was gonna kiss me again.
"You're a dick," she said, and then turned away.
She stumbled up to her room and slammed the door. I turned to Seth, Kim, Sam, Emily, and Brady, who had been watching the whole thing. I shot them a confused look.
"W-where did she get the alcohol?" I asked.
Sam went over to the cabinet where I assumed they kept the alcohol. He dug around for a little bit.
"She got it from here," he sighed after he closed the door.
"Sam, this is dangerous," Emily said, "She used to be such a good kid."
"I'll go talk to her," Seth sighed standing up.
"No," Sam said, holding his hand out, "I will. I think she needs a father figure in her life. Someone to set boundaries. I need to lay down the law. She may be fifteen, but she still needs parental guidance, and letting her do what she wants isn't good for her."
"Okay Sam," I sighed, sitting down.
We watched Sam go up the stairs, not knowing what to expect.
MICHELLE'S POV
The room spun around me in my drunken state. I fell onto my bed and stared up at the ceiling. Someone knocked on my door.
"I'm not taking visitors," I said, then giggled.
The door opened anyways and I sat up, crossing my arms, "What?"
Sam sighed and sat down on the bed, "Michelle, we need to talk."
"That's what everyone says to me. I don't want to talk," I pouted, crossing my arms.
"I'm serious this time. Michelle, I think it's time to set some limitations," Sam said sternly, "For starters, no alcohol. And I don't want you leaving the house without permission. Now I know I'm not your father but-"
"Then stop trying to act like it!" I muttered, rolling my eyes.
He was definitely not my dad, and he never would be.
"Michelle, do you know how worried everyone's been about you? And then you go to school, the one place we think you'll be safe, and you get drunk! That is unacceptable."
"Why do you even care?" I growled.
"Because… Because Emily already thinks of you as her daughter and-"
"Oh Emily thinks of me as her daughter. What do you think Sam? Do you 'love' me like a daughter? Or do you just do what Emily wants? You know what, imprinting fucking sucks!" I yelled.
"Michelle, I am a very patient guy. I would really appreciate it if you refrained from using that language when referring to Emily or any of the other imprints."
"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKING IMPRINTS!" I yelled, getting of the bed.
"Michelle, please try and be mature about this," he pleaded.
"No way!"
"Michelle, you live under my roof, you live under my rules!" he said sternly. Like he was talking to his fucking kid.
"Well then maybe I don't want to live under your roof," I growled, throwing the door open and storming down the stairs.
Everyone looked at me and I stormed out of the house. I slammed the door behind me and ran home. To my real home. The key was still under the door mat and I went inside. Tears welled up when I noticed the thick layer of dust on everything. Our couch, our TV, our fridge. I ran up to my bedroom. It was also full of dust. I threw myself on the bed and let myself cry. Sobs wracked my body, uncontrollable sobs that hurt my chest.
Even Sam and Emily don't want me. They would be happier without me living in their house. I'm just dragging them down, like everyone else. Nobody would care if I was gone, they probably don't even notice now. I'm just a fat ugly girl that takes up everyone's space. I don't belong here. I belong with my family. I need my dad, my real dad. And my mom. Because I never felt more lost in my life. What do I have to live for?
I stood up. I knew my dad had one somewhere, in his closet maybe. I stumbled out of my room and walked quickly into his. More dust. The room was dark so I flipped on the light, but we didn't have electricity anymore. Stupid fucking electricity! I went into his closet and looked through his shoes boxes. He definitely had one in here, he kept it for protection. Well now it can be put to better use.
I found the shiny silver gun in an old shoe box. I stuck it in my sweatshirt pocket and stood up. Downstairs, I grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and scribbled a note to anyone who cared enough to go looking for me. I left it on the kitchen table and went back outside. On my way out the door, I passed a mirror. I caught a glimpse of my fat, ugly body. How could anyone love me? I'm awful.
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