Michael Don T Leave Me Here Novels & Stories

I've been granted early release from prison for good behavior. My three brothers come to pick me up, and they bring a dog chain with them. Ashton Scott, my eldest brother, hands it over and says coolly, "Put it on. You're not allowed to take it off until we reach the house. This is the final test. Once you pass, you'll officially be a daughter of the Scott family." Dalton Scott, my second brother, pats me on the shoulder and sighs. "You must've had a rough seven years. But that smell coming off you… You'd better shower three times before you join us at the dining table later." Preston Scott looks me up and down, his brows furrowed. "Why have you lost so much weight? But I guess it works o

Finally, Micheal spoke, his voice flat and detached, like he had picked up so much momentum from the North Pole. "Just leave me alone, Noah. I need some time to myself." Noah's face twisted in frustration, but he nodded reluctantly, taking two steps back from the door as he said, "Fine. But know this, Micheal: I'm not giving up just like that. I'll leave you be for now, but I'll be back, and if you're still cooped up in your room with no food in your belly, no matter what you say, I will open this door."

Taking the chopstick, he proceeded to feed me while my eyes bore into his. “Thanks,” I said, taking the food from the chopstick. Donovan had said nothing, I was only met by an eerie silence. Just then, Donovan dropped the food beside me to offer me water. But I knew something was bothering him. He doesn’t look calm and relieved. “Spill it,” I said, stopping him from feeding me. “You leaving this place is on one condition, Michael,” Donovan proposed, leav ing me questioning his authenticity

“Don’t do it, the car will explode-” “I’M NOT LEAVING YOU!” Mike says with a frustrated shout, pulling on the door. “YOU’RE MY BEST FRIEND! THAT WAS MY IDEA! I AM NOT... I am not leaving you to die...” Mike’s voice fails, as does his strength. Tears also wet his face.

He looked away, lips pressed tightly together. I bent down, lifted Henry into my arms again. He stirred a little, mumbled something incoherent, then settled back into sleep. I turned to leave. “Michael.” I paused. “When I leave this place…” His voice was low and dangerous. “I’m coming for you.” I didn’t turn around. “I know,” I whispered. Then I walked out of the room.

“Michael, urge Mrs. Larson not to do it.” Michael let go of Christina’s hand and gloomily said, “You may leave. Don’t ever do this anymore!”

His eyes found me in the dark and he sat up. “I did not leave,” he said. “I am right here. Amanda I am right here.” “You left,” I said. My voice sounded strange to me. Too thin. “You always leave.” “Hey.” He reached up and took my hand. “Look at me. I am right here. I did not go anywhere.” My lips were shaking. I could feel them shaking and I could not make them stop. “I do not want you to leave,” I said. “I do not want anyone to leave. I am so tired of people leaving or.” I stopped. “Or me being the one who.”

Matilda I stand up, still shocked that Michael was standing right in front of me. “Why are you here, Michael? And how did you know I was here? Did you have me followed?!...” Michael doesn't say anything, he walks towards me and just grabs my arm. I stare at him confused and then he responds. “We're leaving, we're going back home,” Home? Which home was he talking about? I wiggle my arm from his grip and push him away. Michael stumbles back a little and then looks at me with surprise.

“No shit, Mr. Weatherman.” “At least let me give you a ride home,” Edwardo tried to reason. “It’s not safe for omegas to be out by themselves right now.” “ JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!” Michael left, slamming the door loudly in Edwardo’s face. He fucked up. Even if he wasn’t sure how, Edwardo knew he’d fucked up. He ran to go get his shirt back on. He couldn’t leave things like this. --------------------

“What are you doing here?” “Don’t think you can do to me what you did to that bastard.” Michael grunted, his shocked expression disappearing as his security detail stood at the ready, ready to attack Clyde at the slightest sign of danger. “I’m not here to get involved in your family dramas, whatever they may be.”