"Michelle? Sweety is that you?" The all too familiar face asked.
I looked at Mike panicked and mouthed "Mom" to him. He grabbed my hand quickly and squeezed it tightly.
"Can I help you?" Mike sneered at her.
"Michelle don't you remember me honey? I'm your mother," she said gently.
Oh, I know who you are, I thought to myself. I did my best to hide my anger that has built up over the years towards this woman.
"I'm sorry, I think you have the wrong girl," I lied, hoping she believed me.
"I know my daughter from anywhere. You grew up! Where did you go? How come I haven't heard from you?" She kept pressing the questions on me.
"Can we go please?" I asked Mike.
"Of course," he grabbed my hand and we left the building quickly, hoping that my mother stayed at the restaurant.
"MICHELLE! Get back here right this instant!" I heard her yell from behind us.
I gave Mike a panicked look before turning to her.
"What do you want?!" I yelled back at her.
"Well that's no way to talk to your mother, I wa-" I cut her off.
"MOTHER!? Are you kidding me? You're not my mother! You're like the devil! Last time I checked no mother would lay a hand on her child and abuse them the way you did! You're a poor excuse for a mother! Why do you think I left New York once I turned eighteen? Huh?! It was to get away from your pathetic ass. But please tell me how many of your kids actually speak to you now? Oh wait I can tell you, none of them!" I screamed in her face. Anger was pulsing through my body and I was only just getting started.
"Do you know how fucked up you are? Surely you don't because in your eyes you were the perfect mother. But oh wait, I'm just going to fucking beat my kids to death and practically leave them to die after doing so! Don't you ever call me your daughter again. I want nothing to do with you, you made every single one of your kids life a miserable as hell! Don't you dare play the victim! Nobody believes you Kristine! Nobody!" I could feel the tears spilling down my face but I didn't care. It felt good to yell in her face for once.
She stood there shocked at my words before she seemed to get a grip on my words, her fist came flying up to my face. Knocking me to the ground.
"What the hell is wrong with you! She is not your punching bag anymore! If you ever and I mean EVER lay another hand on her again, I'm calling the police. Now get the fuck out of here before I do something I will regret!" Mike yelled, leaning down to pick me up from the pavement. I grabbed tightly onto to him as he ran back to the bus with me in his arms weeping loudly.
"I know baby, it's okay. Shes not coming near you again," he spoke softly as we reached the bus. He grabbed an ice pack from the freezer before sitting me down on the couch with me in his arms.
"Mike?" I choked out between sobs.
"Yes?"
"Thank you," I said looking up at him and giving him a weak smile.
He returned the smile and planted a small kiss on my lips, "theres no need to thank me."
Suddenly the bus door flew open causing me to jump out of the Mike's grip, and I started breathing heavily.
Tony, Jaime, and Vic walked onto the bus looking at me weirdly.
"Really guys? Did you have to open the door like that?" Mike snapped, grabbing my hand and pulling me back into his lap.
"I'm sorry, jesus christ Michelle what happened to your face?"
"She punched me," I said burying my face into Mike's chest, automatically he wrapped his arms around me.
I felt safe with Mike, I never thought I would be thinking these things, but I can only hope things can get better from here. But one can only hope, right?

Notes

Woo this chapter was cray! Has anybody ever listened to the song I Still Feel Her by Jonny Craig? Of not go listen to it because it is amazing, Tony' s playing bass and Mike is playing drums for that song! It's so good, but thank you to everyone who is reading this story! Give me some feedback, I want to know what you guys are thinking!