"That's not how you make a cake."

William spoke. As if he knew.. he's never even made a cake in his life, has he?

I turned my head around, to find William looking in the fridge. He closed it and grabbed a spatula of the counter.

"What do you know? Who would want a cake from you?"

Winfrey spoke as she stood in between me and William. I didn't fully believe that she would get along with William, or give him a chance. But what was I supposed to do? She'd get used to it, right?

"Shut up kid, you know nothing."

William slightly pushed her aside, moving closer to me and grabbing the bowl of batter. He began to slowly mix it, folding it with the spatula until it became smooth.

"See, now it'll be a fluffy cake.. not an abomination."

Winfrey scoffed, Crossing her arms over her chest.

"Thank you."

I said softly, grabbing the batter and pouring it in the cake pan. I placed it in the oven, 450 degrees, so it would bake faster.

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"There we go! All done."

I said pulling out the cake from the oven and placing it on the counter.

I began to make the icing and just as I was about done, Winfrey managed to slip her finger in the bowl.

"Why did you do that.."

I chuckled slightly, pouring it onto the cake.

"Because your cake icing is delicious. And why not."

She laughed.

I laughed along as I fixed the I fixed the icing onto the cake.

William had gone out right after I placed the cake in the oven. I had a feeling he wasn't going to work, rather to a friends house, or somewhere else, but it didn't really make any sense where else he would go apart from the other two places.

"Okay done.."

I placed on the last two chocolate chips on. I picked up the plate and nodded to Winfrey. Walking up to micheals room.

Winfrey was of course, not with me to help calm my nerves, but I was still confident in getting Micheal to like me again.

I knocked on the door twice. He didn't answer so I knocked on it three times.. still no answer. I decided to just go in, since in had been there plenty of times.

"Hey Micheal.. I made you a—"

What was in his hands? What was that? It surely wasn't.. a cigarette?

"Micheal what are you doing?"

My voice cracked as I spoke. A cigarette? What was he doing with a cigarette? Smoking it? Or was it just a fake one? Who gave it to him?..

"Micheal, how about we—"

Clara stopped. she was shocked as I was? Surely she wasn't the one that taught him this..

"Micheal what are you doing? YOU CAN'T SMOKE!"

I raised my voice. I was agitated.. how could he do it? It would definitely ruin his life.. he was just thirteen..

"Who says I can't? Not like I smoked it anyway.. and why do you care?"

He replied. His tone was even more harsh than yesterday, why was he doing this to me?

"Micheal."

Clara spoke, pushing me and walking towards Micheal. She was about to yell at him when he spoke again.

"You only love my dad don't you? You don't care about me. I don't want anything to do with you.. after all, he did tell me to stop being the little shit that I am right? What are you going to do now? Become co-owner of his business to show your love? Oh, or start going into the garage with him? Your nothing but a vessel y/n, I don't need you in my life.. so just stop trying.."

Why? Why was he saying all these things to me? Was what I did that bad? Or was he just trying to make me feel worse..

"Micheal that's enough—"

Clara spoke. her voice trembled a bit. But it was still firm, did she feel bad for me?

"Oh, wait I know.. Your going to start murdering children too?"

"MICHEAL! Why are you saying all these things to me?..."

His name was the only word I could yell in that sentence.

It showed just how hurt I was.. a vessel? am I an empty vessel. He knows how much I've been through yet he still says all these things.. he says that I'm going to murder children.. that I'm an empty vessel.. that he doesn't need me in his life? Wasn't I the one who helped him get through it?

Wasn't I the one who helped him? Through the times that William was drunk.. I got him out of there. When William was going to hit him.. he hit me instead..

The tears were already pouring down. And I couldn't do anything to stop them.

I sobbed.

I walked out. I couldn't bare it anymore, Mabey William was right.. Mabey Micheal was a little shit. But, I couldn't get my self to think he was, or even hate him because of it.

I walked downstairs. Balling my eyes out. There were so much tears, I couldn't even see were I was going too clearly.

"Love?"

William called out.

I continued to ball my eyes out.. because hearing Williams voice just reminded me, it reminded me of all the times were Micheal would lecture me for letting William to call me that.

"You were right William.. he is a piece of shit."

I sniffled.

Even though I knew he said those things out of anger.. it still hurt to my core. And I couldn't even take in the fact that even if I ran away from that house, he wouldn't care.

"He made you cry?"