The Songwriter's Daughter II

Hi every body it's me Mandy and the boys and I are back for more drama. From revenge and broken hearts to weddings and death. With these idiots still around you never know what could happen. Will I go back to Louis? Will I fall head over heels for Harry? Will I be Niall's princess? Will I mend Zayn's broken heart? Will I kick Laura's ass and take back Liam? But this isn't all the drama, someone is back and Harry gives me quite the surprise. What's happening to me? 14+ (P.S. Read the first one first other wise you will be very confused) (P.P.S. Still a lot of swearing) (P.P.P.S. It has stuff in it that isn't for the weak hearted. Read with caution) ©2014

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13. chapter 12

"Michael!"

I throw my clothes back on as he looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of Louis.

Once I have my clothes back on I look directly at my brother's face.

He looks thinner than before and taller. His clothes were torn and his shoe souls were worn. (Haha I rhymed!)

He had dirt smudged on his skin and clothes.

So basically he looked like a teenage dirtbag. (No pun intended)

"You're alive?!" I say shocked.

"Yes I am, but soon Louis won't be," he threats.

I step in between the two of them, "Michael if you lay one finger on Louis I pound your fucking face in," I say, "are we clear?"

He nods his head.

"What the hell do you want anyway?" I ask.

"Umm I'm your brother," he says, "I came looking for you."

I cross my arms and roll my eyes, "yeah right, like you give a shit about me, you probably came looking for the boys' food stash," I say getting a little mad.

He mocks me, "I do actually give a shit about you, you're my little sister, and I love you, and I don't expect to find one of my best friends about to have fucking sex with my little sister!" He screams.

"We weren't gonna have sex!" Louis says weakly.

Michael sneers, "I've already talked to the others, I'm staying in this house with the rest of you nut jobs," he pauses a moment, "and Mandy you're not allowed to share a room with Louis any more, you're coming with me," he finishes grabbing my arm roughly.

"Louis! Help me!" I say as Michael flung me over his shoulder, but there's nothing he could do.

Shit. I hate that fucking staircase.

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