You both talked about how you couldn’t take it. The abusive home and the cruelty of the small town. If you’re drunk run dad hadn’t influenced the decision, it was the world when it came to Michael. Everyone was judgmental at school and out. The world saw Michael as a sinner, but it was the last thing he was. Sure, he drank now and then, smoked weed when he wanted too, and had a cigarette when he was forced to by his anxiety, but that was rarely. He had his eyebrow pierced, his ears gauged a little, tattoos and so many black jeans and cut up shirts that his presence made everyone negative. His charcoal rimmed eyes were loving, but always seen as dark. He wasn’t the monster the world saw him on when he hopped on his motorcycle, so the decision was made. It was after your dad had an episode, and you ran to Michael’s once again before he pulled up on his motorcycle to you sobbing your eyes out and walking the streets. He took you back to his parent’s house, let you lay on the couch while he made his inefficient cooking boy meal of Mac and Cheese. When he handed you the bowl and ran his fingers through your hair, you told him you wanted to get out. He didn’t judge, he just listened. He nodded. He could see you were hurting, and he ate and rubbed your back as you hiccuped out every wrong thing this town had ever done to the two of you.
“So lets get out.”
“You’ll let me?”
“Well Im not gonna let you go off without me. You wont get caught with me. I got money saved. My mum knows I’ll leave the nest eventually. Let’s do it now. Lets do it tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at midnight. Just get like clothes and shit and we’ll start a new life. We could go out. No more bullshit.”
“Okay… Yeah okay.” And that was it
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It was 11:55 and your hands were trembling as you held your backpack stuffed with necessities and money to start over. Michael said he had someone you two could stay with who was out in the city. Calum Hood. But other information about him was lost. It was only moments before you heard the familiar sound of Michael’s motorcycle engine and you got the text of “Im here xx :)” did you start to panic. You crept out your bedroom, went down the stairs with your bag on your back and jacket in hand before opening the front door. Michael was leaned up against the house with an extra helmet in hand.
“You ready?”
“Yeah.” You were just about to walk out the door when the light of the upstairs flickered on.
“Y/N? What the hell is that boy doing here?!” He was yelling, and he wasn’t passed out in the bedroom like you hoped. You could smell the beer bottles and bitter vodka from the open door. “The hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Go!” You told Michael.
“Not without you!”
“Michael go-” He didn’t obey, he never does. He simply tugged on your hand and slammed the door as quick as possible, pulling on the doorknob to keep it shut.
“Star her!”
“What?”
“Start her!” He yelled. He tossed you the keys and held tightly on the doorknob so it wouldn’t open.
“I can’t-”
“Y/N! Start my fucking motorcycle. You got it!” You held your breath as you put on the helmet and jammed the keys in the ignition. You looked back at Michael helplessly. “On my count, you’re gonna drive down the end of the street when I get on and we’ll switch up there okay?”
“I can’t drive her-”
“It’s like a fucking bike, now you drive, or we stay here and I get beat by your dad.”
“Michael-”
“On my fucking count!” You grabbed the handlebars. “One.” your fingers trembled. “Two!” He said loudly. He let go of the door and darted toward the seat, your dad ripping back the door and stumbling back at the sudden release. “Go!!! Go GO GO!” Michael said as soon as he got on. You obeyed, foot going to the pegs and you both ripped out of the driveway. Your father couldn’t avail, running after you but the speed increased until the end of the street, like Michael said. When Michael told you to stop and switch, you did, and he smiled at you, quickly pulling his helmet on. “Good job ripper.” He smirked, and he revved the engine before speeding off again into the darkness.
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“What do we do now?” You asked. You were at a gas station in the middle of nowhere and Michael shrugged as he sat on the curb eating chips for breakfast and coke to wash it all down.
“We just ride.” He said. “Get a motel along the way when I get tired. Unless you want another go.” He smiled. You shook your head. “We’ll be fine. I left mum a note. She knows I’ll be fine. I told her goodbye and everything last night kinda secretly. She’s fine.” You nodded as he dusted off his fingers on his jeans. “It’s almost dawn, we could find a place to crash until later. I got buddies.”
“Of course you do.” Michael smiled, let out a little laugh as he took a swig of his coke. He leaned in for a kiss quick, pressing his lips to yours a few times and mumbling.
“Things will be better baby. No more assholes.” You smiled and placed your head on his shoulder.
“I hope you’re right.”
