Welcome {Michael Clifford}

Y/n closed her eyes…and never woke up.

Now y/n's in the afterlife and meets people from all over who have passed.

But she takes special interest in demon Michael Clifford-who has a horrid past

What will happen when y/n has to choose, stay in the afterlife? Or leave back to earth for a second chance?

What about her boyfriend on earth,Troy!?

Read to find out!☺️❤️thanks��


27. Chapter 27

Hey babe's! It's Fall Break! Therefor.......*drumroll* MORE UPDATES!! Haha! A lot of people have commented on this story, so why shall I keep you from reading? Enjoy! ;)


Warning: Cussing, Violence, Alcohol, Feels


Y/n's P.O.V


2 Hours. 12 Minutes. 16 seconds.


I've been numb, on my floor, continuous tears flowing down my face.


Troy still hasn't woke up yet, and for that, I'm glad.


What am I supposed to do?


The man I love, hates me.


The man I hate, is the one I live with.


What has happened to my life?


All I do is cry. I'm always sad. Why? Why can't I be happy?


I got a second chance at life and all I can think about is how unfair everything is.


Troy's right. I'm a selfish bitch. I deserved more than a slap.


Now, I want Troy to wake up, I want him to hit me.


I need to feel something other than the tears on my cheeks. I need to feel something other than my heart tearing at it's seams.


I slowly got up, making my way to the kitchen and watering a towel, then heading back to Troy and laid it across his forehead.


Surly enough, within a few minutes, Troy was wide awake and alert.


"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?" He exclaimed, sitting up quickly.


I bit my lip, looking down at my hands.


"THAT WAS MICHAEL? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? THAT PIECE OF SHIT?" Troy yelled, standing up, as I followed suit.


Piece of shit? I know I should be thankful for Troy, but Michael? A piece of shit?


"Excuse you?" I hissed.


"Oh, look who grew some balls!" He chuckled "Standing up for that freak? Disgusting."


"He is not a freak!" I yelled.


I have no idea what I was doing. Yelling back at Troy was a line I hadn't truly crossed, other than the other day.
 But Michael was someone I wanted to protect and hold forever. Mocking him was not okay.


"Oh yeah!" He acted sorrowful, "That's YOU!"


I looked down at my bare feet, now unable to keep eye contact.


"Awe, the little bitch can't even look at me anymore? Where'd your confidence go, sweetie?" He hissed, stepping closer to me.


Wow, I should paint my toe nails later.


"Little bitch always thinks she's better than everyone else, huh?" He got louder.


Maybe a light pink? With a dark purple on my big-toe?


"LOOK AT ME, WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!" His hand came in contact with my cheek, leaving a sting and possibly a mark.


I looked at him, wide-eyed.


"DON'T ACT LIKE YOU'RE INNCOCENT!" He screamed, grabbing a fistful of my hair "YOU JUST STOOD THERE AS HE CHOKED ME!"


"P-Please let go, T." I pleaded, tears rimming my eye lids.


"Now why would I do that, when you were no help to me AT ALL!" He brought his hand in tighter, and pulled me to the ground, making my head hit our coffee table.


"T-Troy!" I begged "Please!"


"NOW YOU SPEAK UP?" He brought me back up, again by the hair, making me look him in the eye "You're lucky, I'm nice, Y/n, or I'd hit you some more. I'm going to go to work, and when I get back dinner better be made, along with my house fuCKING SPARKLING! GOT IT?" I nodded. "You're pathetic Y/n, truly worthless. Always have been, always will be." With that, he let go of my hair and walked right out the door, taking his keys from the counter.


I couldn't stop trembling as I made my way through the living room, picking up trash and immediately working on making his home spotless.


Within a few hours, I had calmed down, now only my hands were shaking and the aching above my eye had increased, BUT, everything was clean.


Next, I started on dinner. I decided to make rosemary chicken with asparagus and red potatoes.


Around an hour before Troy usually comes home, I finished setting the table with food and wine.


Not wanting to look like a mess before he came home, I ran to the restroom and changed into a baggy shirt and shorts, pulling my hair in a bun.


I examined my face.


I had always been pale, but now...My vibrant eyes were dull from sadness, and my usual full cheeks, caved in, making the bags beneath my eyes more prominent.


What was happening to me?


The large, deep gash above my temple didn't help either, seeing as it looked in need of stitches and had dried blood and purple skin surrounding it.


Tomorrow, I'd have to go to the hospital, but for now I settled on cleaning it with my disinfectant wipes, crying out in pain as the peroxide fizzed, and wiping the dry blood, covering the gash with a large bandage and taping the sides down.


Why does it feel like I was more alive, when I was dead?


That's all for tonight lovelies!!! Haha! This almost had me in tears tbh...I listen to my 'Sad Songs' playlist as I write these chapters :( How do y'all feel about all this? Comment your thoughts on everything so far! Thankyou for reading so far <3 Love y'all












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