Making my way back to the bar to order Tony and I an order of shots, I spotted the person I hated with a burning passion. He was the reason I was getting drunk tonight, he made me feel worthless. After glaring at him from the other side of the bar for awhile he finally saw me staring at him and a smirk played on his lips. I turned around quickly and downed all the shots. I turned around to go find Tony but was stopped by Mike who was now standing right in front of me. I looked up into his eyes before I slapped him across the face and running out of the bar quickly. What the hell did I just do? I just dug myself a bigger hole. Shit. Shit. Shit. I never would've done that if I was sober. Leaning up against the wall of the bar, I pulled out my phone to see 5 missed calls from Tony. Making my way back inside the bar I searched for Tony, trying to ignore Mike's eyes burning into my back.
"Michelle! Where were you?" Tony yelled over the music.
"I went to get some air! Can we go now please?" He nodded his head and I thanked him.
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I woke up the next morning with a massive headache. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a Gatorade.
"Did you have fun last night?" A voice asked from behind me. Turning around slowly I saw Mike leaning up against the entrance to the kitchen. Choosing to ignore him, I pushed past him and stomped up the stairs. Of course he followed me, "you know you can't ignore me forever, we're going on tour tomorrow. You're going to have to talk to me eventually. He had stopped at the entrance to my room so I took that as my chance and slammed the door in his face.
I heard him mutter a string of curse words before he left the house. Sighing in relief, I turned my music up and finished packing.

It was now ten at night and everybody was going out for drinks for their last night home. I had chosen to stay home, just to be away from Mike.
"Are you sure you don't want to come out with us?"
"No, but thank you Vic. I'm still trying to recover from last night, and I think I need some space from your brother."
He didn't bother to push anymore and soon everybody left and I was home alone. I wandered back up to my room and double checked I had everything for tour. I sighed and pulled out my phone to see a text from Mike.
Micheal: Why aren't you here tonight? Did you finally learn your lesson about staying the hell away from us?
Rolling my eyes at his ignorance I shut my phone off and went straight to bed. I wasn't ready for this tour at all. I was sure as hell going to be interesting and full of surprises for everyone. And I wasn't looking forward to it.