Author: Coconut1214 PM
Michelle Simms wasn't good with kids, she never wanted kids, but now she felt responsible for one. Some Sasha/Boo as well.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Hurt/Comfort - Sasha T. & Michelle S. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 12,280 - Reviews: 36 - Favs: 15 - Follows: 49 - Updated: 12-24-12 - Published: 08-19-12 - id: 8445429
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Michelle wasn't good with kids, she never wanted kids, but now she feels responsible for one.
"I've got stuff I'm dealing with…you wouldn't understand" - Sasha Torres - Bunheads S01E09
Boo was about to ask Sasha why she wanted to forget her life when they heard a knock on the door. They both turned as her mother opened it and peek inside.
"Sorry to interrupt, Godot dropped Sasha's car off and gave me the keys" She said holding them out. Sasha reached out slowly and took them from her. She didn't know why Godot had Sasha's car, but she wasn't going to ask, she'd seen Sasha's face and knew something was wrong. Something was always wrong at Torres' house but everyone was too afraid of Anastasia to say anything.
"Can Sasha sleep over?" Boo asked before her mother shut the door.
"Of course" Nannette replied. Sasha was welcome here whenever she wanted to be here. "Is spaghetti okay? It's not so much spaghetti as organic whole wheat pasta with a drop of olive oil and vegetables. I can make something else?" she asked hopeful.
"Pasta's fine" Sasha answered. She knew Boo was on diet so she didn't want to ruin it and in her household they only ate organic.
"Okay" Nannette smiled hiding her disappointment. She wanted her daughter to be healthy and happy but she also wanted to eat real food.
"I should probably go home and get my stuff, I've been wearing this all day" Sasha said looking down at herself. She was still dressed in her blue hoodie and leo.
"Do you want me to come with you?" Boo asked her.
"No" Sasha said smiling. "It'll be quicker if I'm by myself"
She drove down her street and saw her dad's car in the driveway. He shouldn't be home; he usually went out when her mother was out of town.
She pulled her car next to his, took a deep breath got of the car and made her way to the door. If she was lucky he was busy in his study watching tv or listening to music and she could sneak in and out unnoticed.
She opened the door a crack and slid through and shut it quietly. She turned around slowly and saw a bunch of suitcases in the hallway. Her mother should've left hours ago and those were Gucci not Louis Vuitton so that meant they were her father's. She heard someone enter the living room so she turned to look and saw her father staring back at her with a shocked look on his face.
"Are you going somewhere?" she asked him.
He looked at her and swallowed. He opened his mouth and closed it again. "You weren't supposed to…"
"What? Supposed to be home? I live here or at least I thought I did. Are you kicking me out?"
"No" he answered quickly.
"Then I'll go back to my original question, are you going somewhere?" This time she asked it more forcefully.
"Yes" he finally was able to say out loud.
"Where?" she asked, there were a lot of bags and she noticed some boxes on the chairs in the living room.
"Phoenix" he said as he rubbed his arm nervously.
"Alone?" she asked already knowing the answer.
"…with a friend" he croaked out. He cleared his throat.
Sasha nodded her head. She knew what that meant and the pain cut her deeper than anything her mother did to her. But she pushed it aside and met his eyes. "Everyone knows he's not your friend" she said to him coldly. "That's all I hear whispered behind my back. Why do you keep pretending?"
She laughed when her father didn't answer. "I don't even know why we bother pretending we're a family. We're strangers that happen to share DNA"
He reached out to her. "Don't, just don't" she told him backing away from him. "You weren't even going to say good bye, you were just going to leave…me here with her?" she asked him. "You know what just go. I don't care" she said to him and ran up the stairs.
Her heart pounded in her chest as the tears welled up in her eyes, her shoulders throbbed because her anger had made her tense. She ran to her parent's bedroom and into their bathroom. She swung the medicine cabinet open and scanned the shelves until she found it. That was one thing she could count on her mother for. She took it from the shelf. She turned her head when she heard her dad walking down the hallway. She slipped the bottle into her bag.
Sasha" her dad said finding her in his room.
"I've got nothing more to say to you, go be with your boyfriend. At least one of us should be happy" She said walking past him.
She went into her room and to her closet. She pulled out her clothes and stuffed them into her bag. She walked out into the hallway and saw that he was standing in the middle of the hallway. She stood there holding the bag over shoulder and she looked into his eyes until he looked away. He wouldn't say anything he never did. "Bye" she said turning around and moving quickly down the hallway and down the stairs. She got into her car not once looking back to see if he followed her.
She backed out of the driveway and started down the street.
Boo stood looking out the window waiting. Sasha where are you? She should've been back by now. She berated herself for not insisting she go with her. Sasha came here looking for help and all she could do was stare. She wanted to help and when it came time too she failed.
She looked at the living room clock, Sasha had been gone for forty minutes. It shouldn't have taken her this long. She wished she had asked what happened. Boo closed her eyes and opened them and saw her mother's car keys on the table. She looked at them then at the stairs. Her mother would be getting her brother ready for bed so that meant a bath then a story, she wouldn't be able to leave him home and it was too late to take him with.
Boo looked at the keys again, she only had her permit, so it was wrong and illegal to take the car. But something could've happened to Sasha and if something did happen to Sasha she wouldn't be able to live with herself. She steeled herself and grabbed the keys and quickly walked out the door before her conscious could change her mind.
She started driving slowly down the street not even knowing where to begin to look for her. Sasha never let her in, never let anyone in. Did she have a spot she liked to go to? Then Boo had thought, there was only place Sasha would go to, there was only one place that was more her home than her actual home.
Boo pulled up in Fanny's drive and got out to of the car and ran to the studio. She pulled on the door handles, they were locked. She placed her hands on the glass and peered inside it was dark. She whispered Sasha's name in case she'd gotten inside. Receiving no answer she ran up the stairs and tried that door, it was locked as well.
"Boo, what are you doing?" she swung around at the sound of her name.
"Michelle" she practically screamed. "Have you seen Sasha?" she asked hoping she had.
"Sasha, no" Michelle answered. "Is she missing?"
Boo noticed the fear in Michelle's voice. And that made her more scared. "She was supposed to sleep over at my house…she went home to get her things…she didn't come back" Tears started welling up in her eyes. "She said she wasn't okay…I didn't know what to do" Boo told her and sat down on the top step and covered her face with her hands.
"What's going on? Boo what are you doing here?" Fanny asked. She'd come outside because she heard shouting and sobbing. "What happened? Are you alright?"
"Take Boo inside" she told Fanny. "I think I might know where she is" she told Boo and ran past them before either of them could say anything.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she ran. She shouldn't have let her go home. If Sasha was anything like her she could find much worse ways to hurt herself than alcohol. The pavement gave way to sand as she continued running. The beach was dark and empty with only the light of the moon for her to see by. She stopped and looked around and her heart almost stopped when she saw a figure laying still on the sand.