Forgotten Memories3. Asleep In My BedHere I sit, on the floor of my bedroom, trying not to freak out

Forgotten Memories3. Asleep In My BedHere I sit, on the floor of my bedroom, trying not to freak out, while Michael Clifford lays snoring lightly in between my sheets. Never in my whole life, would I have thought that anything like this would ever happen. I keep having to pinch myself, so I know it’s not a dream.I’m sitting on my floor, with my legs crossed, and my Mac on my lap. I keep searching things about Amnesia, and on every website it says to go to a doctor immediately.I completely understand why Michael doesn’t want to go, hospitals are creepy and stuff, but if he can’t remember anything, he really needs to go to the hospital.I look up at him again, still amazed at how quickly he fell asleep. Basically the second that his head hit the pillow he was out. He must have been exhausted.All to come and see me.I pinch myself again, and see that Michael is still there, in my bed.Michael Clifford is is my bed OH SWEET BABY JESUS WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS???Calm down Andy, or you might start actually yelling.“I’m calm, I’m calm.” I whisper to myself, even though it’s a complete lie.I log onto Twitter, and see if the boys know that Michael’s missing, I mean of course they have to, he’s their bandmate!They’ve been tweeting the regular stuff about writing with other celebrities, or being excited for the next show. I guess that they’re hiding it, so that the fans don’t freak out.I hurry and type out a DM to Ashton, him being the only member that follows me. When he did first follow me, I was freaking out, and having the worst ‘seizure’ Brandon’s ever experienced.I quickly type it up,'Hey, Ashton, if you didn’t know this, Micheal’s not with you. He showed up at my doorstep today, and can’t remember, please reply.’I send it, hoping that he might see it, even though I know deep down that he won’t.Glancing at the time, I start to freak out, because Brandon will be home in less than an hour. Tiffany won’t be long after him, then the parent’s and Ruth will get home a little while after them. If they see him, or even know that he was here, they’ll definitely freak out, and I don’t even want to think of what they’ll do to me.I jump to my feet, and put my Mac on my dresser. And scribble a note out to Michael.'My famliy is going to be home soon, if I’m not in my room, don’t look for me,***DO NOT MAKE ANY NOISE-Andy’I place it on my dresser, so he will definitely see it if he does wake up and I’m not in my room. The only think I know about this whole situation, is that no one can know that he’s here.Taking two stairs at a time, I make my way upstairs to our kitchen. Food is out everywhere, along with dirty dishes, and my school work. I quickly shove the food into their containers and back into the fridge. Placing the dishes into the dishwasher without even rinsing them, one of my moms biggest pet peeves, but I don’t care at the moment.I shove all of my schoolwork into my bag, not caring if stuff gets crumpled. The kitchen is spotless, so I make my way downstairs. I put my backpack in my room, before heading into my bathroom to see how dirty it is.There’s a few towels out of place, and the shower curtain is wide open. My tooth brush and tooth paste are strewn across the counter. Letting out a breath, I clean everything up, making sure that mom wouldn’t bug me about it. Calling her a neat freak would be an insult to neat freaks. She’s a cleaning Nazzi, and if it’s not perfect, she’ll go off lecturing me about being lazy and sloppy, for an hour. It’s happened before, and believe me, it’s not a pleasant experience.I check on the washer, to see if Michaels clothes are nearly clean. They are clean, so I throw them in the drier, along with some of my clean clothes, so it doesn’t look like I’m just cleaning guys clothes, because that wouldn’t go down well.I hear the back door open, and my eyes go wide, how can be home already?“Why are you home so early?” I question as I make my way upstairs.“Your mom wants us to have a family talk or some shit.” He rolls his eyes, and walks into his room.A groan escapes my lips, “And she didn’t bother to tell me?”He comes back into the kitchen, and shrugs. Brandon opens the fridge, grabbing the box of left over pizza. My eyes go wide as he opens it.“Holy shit Andy, were you hungry much?” He scoffs, taking a huge bite of a piece of pizza.“Schools lunch is shit you know that.” I quickly make up a lie.“Yeah, but there were four more pieces in there last night, you cow.” He contradicts himself, because a huge piece of food comes flying out of his mouth as he insults me.“Whatever you say.” I pat his back, pulling out a glass to get a drink. Who knew that hiding a famous guitar player in your bedroom would be so much work? Not me, that’s for sure.“Water’s not the only thing you’re thirsty for.” Brandon sniggers.“Yeah, you and Mr. Hall seemed to be getting pretty cozy.” Tiffany joins in as she walks in the back door.I roll my eyes, and start to sing the nonsense of what sounds like the part of Lion King where they’re rising Simba into the air. I continue singing, and rise both of my middle fingers, flipping both of them off.Tiffany huffs, and tosses her hair over her shoulder, bumping into me as she struts into her bedroom. She’s always such a heinous bitch to me, but I understand why. Her and Brandon’s mom died of cancer a few years ago, and out of the blue their dad marries my mom. They can’t take it out on their dad, or my mom, so why not take it out on me?Still, it sucks, massively. I gulp down another drink of water, wondering if Michael’s still asleep or not. I mean he should be, he looked like he could sleep for a month.The sound of the garage interrupts my thoughts on the sleeping guitarist in my room. My mom’s car pulls in first, followed by Phillips. I fill up my water, knowing that I’ll most likely need something to help me buy time to think.Mom enters the back door, with Ruth in her car seat.“Ruthie!” I squeal, and run over to her, taking her from mom.“Well hello to you too Andrea.” Phillip jokes, making me cringe when he uses my full name.“Phil.” I nod at him, and return my attention to Ruth. Phillip lets out a sigh, because I used his nickname, that no one but me calls him. He’s told me numerous times that he hates the nickname, but I only use it when he calls me by my full name.“Everyone be at the kitchen table in five minutes.” Mom’s voice calls from their bedroom.Some serious shit is about to go down.I hear my phone vibrate, and look around for it. I must have forgot about it when Michael showed up, because I find it on the counter, where I set it after Adam called me. Speak of the devil.Adam’s Apple'Good luck tonight ;)’I’m confused by the text, so I don’t bother to reply to it. Ruth squeals in my arms, and turns to face me. She starts tuggig on my pony tail, causing my head to ache. Her face when she see’s me in pain is so adorable, that it’s worth it.“Tiffany, get out here!” Phillip calls. I look up to see that everyone’s at the table, but Tiffany.She stomps out of her room in leggings and a Nike t shirt. She always wheres her cheerleading uniform to school, which confuses me because, man those things look tight and very uncomfortable. She slumps down in her usual seat, which is as far away from me as she can get, with an irritated huff.“I’ve heard that you three aren’t getting along too well.” Mom laces her fingers together, staring seriously at Tiffany, Brandon, and I.I snort, “That’s an understatement.” Which earns a glare from everyone at the table over the age of two.“Andy’s just kidding, we get a long great! Can I go back to my room now?” Tiffany uses her fake voice, like she always does when she’s talking to my mom.“Nice try, but no.” Phillip gives Tiffany a stern look.“Brandon?” Mom asks him, to get his opinion.“Everything’s fine.” He crosses his arms across his chest, and looks extremely bored.Mom sighs, rubbing her temples, “I got a call from Adam today, saying that Andy thinks everyone here hates her, well besides Ruth of course. Is that true Andy?”Now is when my glass of water comes in handy. I press it to my lips, taking very slow sips, whilst plotting how to murder Adam in my head.Mom’s still looking at me expectantly when I swallow.“Yup.” I pop the 'p’, as if it’s no big deal that I think everyone hates me. Which it isn’t that big of a deal, I understand why, I kinda hate me too.“Well, that could not be farther from the truth. Everyone here loves one another, and no one hates each other, understand?” She says, as if it’s a rule, and we have to love each other, and we’re not allowed to hate each other.“Yes ma'am.” The three of us reply in sync.“And to make sure that everyone believes that, from now on, every other weekend we’re going to do something as a family. No friends, electronics, or whining is allowed. It’s just going to be us spending time together.”“What?” Tiffany screeches at the same time that Brandon and I ask, “No electronics?”“This is the rule from now on, and there’s no if’s and’s, or but’s about it. I do not want to hear any whining either.”We’re all left speechless, with our mouths wide open.“This will commence next weekend, because frankly I’m too tired to do anything this weekend.” She announces.I squeeze my eyes shut, wishing that today never happened.“You’re excused.” Phillip says after a few seconds. I immediately get up, and take Ruth to her room. After placing a quick kiss on her forehead I hurry down to my room, trying to hold back the tears, but I fail.They’re streaking down my face by the time I’ve shut my door. I glance over and see that Michael is still asleep, and a wave of relief washes over me. If he was awake, I don’t even know what I’d do.I collapse onto the ground, leaning my back against my dresser. Small sobs escape my lips, along with a wave of ugly crying. I haven’t cried this hard in a while, but everything’s crashing down, and now I’m left to deal with my problems.My entire family hates me, my father’s in jail, school is hell, I have no friends, and no one to talk to, I can never sleep, I’m constantly getting called hurtful names by everyone, and I pretend that I don’t care, but I do, deep down I do, and I hate it. Adam tried to make things better, but he only made it worse. Every other weekend is going to be hell, and there’s nothing I can do about it. And to top it all of Michael fucking Clifford showed up at my front door, asking for me, saying that he can’t remember anything.“Andrea, are you okay?” Michael’s sleepy voice, and his hand touching my shoulder makes me jump.I scoot away from him, and shove my palm across my cheeks, wiping away the tears.“I’m fine.” my voice betrays me and cracks.“You sure?” He looks concerned, but I look away quickly, refusing to meet his eyes.I nod, and stand up, “I’ll be right back, stay here and be quiet.”He doesn’t say anything, so I quickly leave, making sure to close the door behind me. I head straight for my bathroom. My knuckles turn white from the grip I have on the counter as I stare at my reflection.I’ve got bright red eyes, and tear tracks on my cheeks. I look as crappy as I did all day, but I’ve given up caring about how I look a long time ago. I splash some water on my face, and dry it quickly. As I exit the bathroom, mom’s walking out of the laundry room.“Honey, take care of your laundry.” She says the seconds she see’s me. When she looks at me closer, I look away, and walk past her. I know that she saw that I was crying, but of course she doesn’t say anything.The sound of her footsteps become quieter as she walks up the stairs. I let out a breath, and lazily take all of my clothes out of the drier. I shove them into a basket, and walk back into my room.Michael’s looking at the posters on my wall, of bands and musicians that I like. I’ve also hung up some of my drawings or paintings that I really liked. He’s staring at one of my darkest drawings. It’s of a cell, and a man sits in it. A little girl stands on the outside, gripping on the bars. The man had tears streaming down his face, but the little girl looks angry.I drew it when I was in my stage of hating my father, and myself. One reason I hated him was because he was drunk, and killed someone. My mother was the main reason I hated him though. She hated him with all of the hatred in her body, and she only pushed me into hating him. She convinced me that he was a disgusting, pathetic excuse for a man and a father.I believed her, but eventually I matured, and saw it how it was. One huge accident. My dad didn’t mean to kill the girl. He shouldn’t have been driving in the first place, but that was poor judgment, because of the alcohol. Him and mom had been arguing a lot, which caused him to drink.It was all a big mess that I can’t forget about.“Your clothes are clean.” I clear my throat, shoving the memories to the back of my head.Michael turns around swiftly, holding a hand to his heart, “Shit, you scared me.”“Did you not hear the door open and close?”He shakes his head, “I guess not.”“Well, here they are. You can wear Adam’s clothes if you want though. Speaking of the bastard.” I hand Michael his clothes, and pull out my phone, sending him an angry text.'Thanks a lot asshole.’“Adam’s your..?” Michael looks at me confused.“Dumbass of an older brother. He’s in college now.” I explain, as I read my new text.Adam'Well I wasn’t just going to say nothing, and let you be miserable. What happened?’I roll my eyes, and quickly type,'Your good deed backfired. We have to spend every other weekend as a family, no friends, or electronics. It’s going to be hell.’Adam'It won’t be that bad. It’s every other weekend.’ My cheeks puff out in anger'Yeah well when I’m getting murdered by them I won’t have my phone to call you and tell you how bad it is.’He doesn’t reply, so I shove my phone into my pocket. I look up to see Michael staring at me, and jump, because I momentarily forgot that he was there.“Oh! Yeah, about you…” I trail off, blushing lightly.He smiles, then his face turns concerned, “What are we going to do?”“That’s a great question.” I laugh, but it’s the wrong time to use my terrible sense of humor, “To be completely honest, I have no fucking clue. But I do know, that no one in this house, but me, can know that you’re here. So you have to be completely silent when they’re here, got it?”Michael nods, “Got it.”-Authors note:Chapter 3! For some reason the last chapter didn’t post all the way on wattpad but I fixed it, so It’s complete now :DSo I write the chapter on wattpad, as a draft, then when I’m ready to post it, I copy it all, and paste it to a draft on tumblr, and for some reason, it doesn’t bold or italicize anything, which is a real big pain my ass so I have to go back and redo everything that’s bolded or italicized, which I do a lot of ;) do you guys know why it does that/ have a way to make it not do that? What do you think about Andy’s family? I think they’re terrible (aside from Adam, and Ruth, I love them) , but they have a reason to be. Speaking of Adam, I chose Dylan O’ Brien (heart eyes to the max) to play him, and there’s a picture of him on the side/top! He’s a smart college student, and he has a hobby that you guys don’t know about yet ;) Give it some notes, and message me if you enjoyed this chapter!have a great day/night/lifeHAPPY VALENTINES DAY if you don’t have a Valentine, then be your own Valentine, because you’re amazing and you have a cute butt ;) love yaHTJp.s. the next chapter of Dollhouse is coming soon, and shit’s about to go down, I’m excited, are you? -- source link

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