"I have a plan okay?"

"Stop it Bren. I love him.. you're just gonna get yourself killed" You spat conflicted and Bren stroked your cheek. "You know better than I do. Remember when you showed me the basement with the chains? You came to the realization and confided in me. Let me help you Y/n" His words were genuine and sweet.

You looked up at Bren and almost believed him. You'd never been in a normal family household. Mire was the closet thing to being loved that you'd ever felt. With your mother always starting toxic arguments and playing the victim. With your father being absent and when he was around, he was nothing but manipulative and bipolar.

But Bren was telling the truth.

And you knew it.

You knew better than anyone your own situation. The manipulation you knew to well. You were manipulative yourself of course, so could you really play the victim? It wasn't your fault you ended up like this.. but you couldn't blame anyone else.

Was Mire what you needed? Now that you had real friends.. could they show you a pure love? Could you still have a normal life? Was it to late?

Or maybe this was normal.. and you did love Mire.

Was Micheal right about it being Stockholm Syndrome from when he kidnapped you..?

You didn't understand anymore.

"Y/n I'll text you tonight. Make sure to meet me outside okay?"

You nodded although you were skeptical.

"Can't you tell me what the plan is now?" "I haven't exactly planned it all out yet.." Bren laughed nervously before giving you a small smile. Without warning his lips were crashed gently against yours before he pulled away.

"I promise Y/n. You'll be okay. You're the only one who even acknowledged me when I was going through rough times. Just let me help alright?"

You couldn't refuse.

Bren cleared his throat and you knew his ego was about to be shown. "And I don't help just anyone alright? So feel special!"

You giggled and the bell rung. Bren walked out the closet first, but before leaving he gave you a small wave.

For some reason.. You had an odd feeling.

As if.. That would be the last time you'd ever see him again.

...

Finally the dreadful school day was over. You ended up avoiding everyone and the classes you had with Ivan and Gina you skipped. You didn't want there to be another aggressive mishap.

Ty stopped you as you headed out the double doors.

"Y/n!" "Oh hey Ty.." You smiled and he hugged you. "I'm sorry!"

You quickly looked around making sure Mire wasn't parked somewhere.

"I should've stopped him! It was just like at the party when you were pressured into drinking! I'm sorry I didn't do anything!" Ty hugged you tightly feeling guilty.

"It's okay! Ty that's just the type of person you are.. Kind." You pulled back and looked at him. "You're friends with me and Ivan, so I know it was hard to step in. That's just the type of person you are! You're friends with everyone and you're always upbeat! It's okay really!"

Ty's facial expression wasn't reassuring until he let out a small laugh. He pushed back his brown hair and he dropped his sports bag to the side.

"You really are amazing superstar.. I mean Y/n. But I know you lied to me"

Your heart dropped a bit at his words.

L-Lied??

"I know that necklace you wear isn't the one I got you. But I lied too.. I didn't find it behind a dumpster, I bought it. I bought it for my girlfriend at the time but I saw how she was treating you so I decided it looked better on you" Ty admitted.

You almost laughed at his serious tone.

Is this suppose to be the worse thing he's ever done or what??

"It's.. okay.." you started laughing and he joined you. "I'll miss you.. really.." Ty admitted and you hugged him again. "I'll miss you too"

You were walking away when he yelled out to you one last time. "I'll text you!! Okay?!" "Okay!!" You smiled as you searched for Mires car.

You looked around the front and then walked to the back but immediately your mood dropped when you saw Micheals car. "ugh.." you let out and he rolled down the window. "Get in. Mire said I'm taking you home" "I'm not getting in.." You sat down on the curb and Micheal laughed. "Are you trying to get me killed? Mires a whole lunatic. What do you think he'll do if I go back to the house without you? Get in!" "No! I want Mire to pick me up"

You knew you were being stubborn but you didn't care. Micheal was starting to piss you off and frankly you didn't exactly have a good day.

You couldn't help but think why Mire was letting Micheal take you places anyway?? What made him trust this guy.. It was really annoying..

Micheal pulled out his phone and dialed a number. You stayed alert as it rung and eventually it picked up.

"Hello?"

It's Mire!

"Yea your girl here won't get in the car"

"Am I on speaker?"

"Yea"

"Darling.."

"Yes Mire?" You stood up and went closer to the phone but Micheal wouldn't let you grab it.

"Don't be so stubborn.. get in the car please.."

"I don't want too! You said you would pick me up!" You complained in a whine and Micheal laughed a bit.

"I know but I'm really busy with getting stuff prepared" His voice sounded tired.

"Getting what prepared?"

"Our new place, work, school and other stuff now will you please just get in the car?"

You sighed and rolled your eyes at Micheal. He totally snitched on you!

"That's okay.. I like Micheal better anyway!" You grinned and hung up the phone before Mire could reply.

Micheal was shocked.

"Are you crazy?!" He yelled with his jaw dropped and attempted to call Mire back but he didn't answer. You hopped in the car with a smile and Micheal sighed with his head on the wheel.

"That's what you get for snitching on me~" You stuck your tongue out at him and then your phone began to vibrate.

It was Mires number.

You unblocked it after that day you found out his contact had been messed with.

You looked at Micheal with wide eyes and he laughed. You answered the phone and brought it to your ear.

"Yes Mire..?" You answered innocently.

"I didn't quite catch what you said.. can you repeat that?"

"Ah.. nothing! It wasn't important.." Mire was silent for a bit and then hung up without another word.

"Oh no.." you groaned and Micheal started the car.

"Karma is a bitch~"

I feel like Micheal drives a 1978 brown Cadillac.