~Mike's p.o.v~
. I woke up with a head splitting head ache, of course another hangover. I got out of bed slowly, trying to balance myself and walked down the stairs. I looked over at the couch where Michelle normally sat, I squinted my eyes to make sure my vision was correct. She wasn't there, she was always there whenever I woke up. She would usually just be sitting there with a blank expression in her face staring off at nothing. But she wasn't there, panick rose up through my body and I ran to all of the rooms in the house. She was nowhere to be seen, there was no note. I checked my phone hoping she would have called or texted me and yet there was nothing. I walked over to her side of the closet in our bedroom and noticed a bag with some of her clothes missing.
. Fucking shit. She left me, and it's all my fault. I was too drunk and wallowing in my own self pity to even stop her. She needed my help with coping, and I wasn't even there for her. Way to go Micheal, you idiot. I clenched my hands into fists at my side's and picked up my phone, calling the only person who would know anything. Tony. The phone rang a couple of times, I was about to hang up and give up when his voice rang through the other end of the phone.
. "Hey man what's up?" He asked.
. "Tony she left, I don't know where she is, she left me man," I said my voice strained and cracking.
. Tony sighed, "Calm down okay? She didn't leave you, I can assure you that."
. "How the fuck do I know if she's safe or not? She won't answer her phone, what if she's hurt or in danger?" I cried into the phone.
. I heard shuffling and the sound of movement at the end of the phone making me confused. But all of that was erased once I heard the sound of a voice I've been dying to hear all morning, "Mikey?"
. "Michelle!" I screamed into the phone.
. "Im fine okay? Don't worry about me. Im not leaving you, I just need some time. I mean you're always drunk, and I cant handle that right now," she spoke softly, her little fragile voice cracking.
. "Michelle, oh my God baby I'm so sorry. I'll stop drinking I promise just please come home," I protested trying to remain calm.
. Maybe she'll come home, we could get through this together maybe get away for awhile. "I can't Mike. I just can't," she said and then hung up before I could say anymore.
. I frowned down at the phone that was just my screensaver of Michelle and I. Happy, smiling, something we havent been in awhile. I'm going to get my girl back. That's for sure and nothing's going to stop me, I won't let anything get in the way. I texted Tony real quick saying to call me when Michelle was asleep.
. I walked over to the cupboard that held all of our alcohol and grabbed each bottle one by one emptying the contents into the sink. I threw away all of the now empty bottles and reached for my phone once again calling Vic.
. "Whats up?" He asked once he answered.
. "Nothing, I need to ask you a favor and please don't say anything until I'm done explaining things," I asked.
. "Sure, what's going on?" He asked, unsure.
. "I'm getting my girlfriend back," I stated simply and went into my plans.

Notes

Sorry for the late update guys, these last couple of days at home have been terrifying and depressing. I think my brothers on drugs again and last time he went through this it didn't end well. I've been trying not to relapse again so we'll see how that goes.
But damn, my stories on the popular page, I think it's at the top? I'm not sure, last time I checked it was. I reached 100 subscriber! WOO! You guys are amazing and I love you so much.
-Schuyler