Muke One Shots -Trigger Warning: read at your own risk.

Gyspy

One shot by Lilli...like it or love it!!!!

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"Lil' bitch," my father said as he got off of me. I felt myself trembling. He had done it again.

"Stop fucking shaking!"

I tried to control myself. It was difficult, considering I was just raped. I found the strength to keep my body from shaking. Dad got dressed and left the room. As soon as he left I burst into to tears. I hugged my knees to my chest.

I heard Dad leave and I knew I was alone. Mum died a while ago and I had always suffered from this abuse. But today, something snapped inside me. I was going to do what I had been thinking about for the seventeen years I had been alive: I was going to kill myself. Dad wouldn't have been able to touch me. I would have joined my mum and no one would miss me.

"Let's go," I said and got dressed. I knew what I was going to do and where. I had been planning it for a long, long time. I was dressed in a pair of ripped skinny jeans and a Green Day t-shirt.

I walked out the door and the fresh air hit me like a ball being hit by a bat. It was refreshing and calming, but not enough to stop me from completing my mission. I walked to the bridge. Cars passed by every so often, but not enough to see me. I'd be gone and out of the way. Looking over the edge, it looked deep. I knew it'd only be a few seconds fall and I'd be gone...gone for good.

And just as I was about to jump, a boy with raven hair pulled me away from the edge. With his soft green eyes, he asked me 'what the hell was I doing?'

"Killing someone," I said as if it were the most easy thing ever. The green eyed boy eyed the deep drop and looked at me.

"No..." was all he said. I looked at my feet. They were in flip flops. I wasn't dressed the best, but I didn't want someone to find me so it didn't matter. I nodded.

"Can I go about my business?" I asked. He shook his head.

"Why...why are you doing this? I can help you! Take a walk with me!"

I looked at what was my grave. It looked so inviting, all cold and deep. It had water at the bottom. The perfect way to end it all. A bed of rocks and a blanket of water to cover you for eternity. That was how I wanted to stay.

"My name is Michael."

"I'm Luke."

"Luke, please don't. I can't let the first hot stranger I see kill themselves," Michael begged. I turned to him.

"Hot?"

"More like on fire," Michael shrugged. I felt my cheeks flush with red. He called me hot and he wasn't too bad as well. In fact, I felt very attracted to him.

"You are, too," I smiled. Michael blushed.

"Come 'ere," Michael ordered and pulled me into his embrace. Then, he led me away from my grave, my eternal resting place. We walked down a road.

"Do you mind pouring your heat out to a stranger?"

"Fine..."

"Do it," Michael urged. I hesitated. What if he told someone and I wouldn't be able to leave? But then again, after Michael left I was going to do it. Might as well have someone know. So I told him. I told him everything. He listened and nodded. Whenever I told him about today and stopped talking, Michael sounded like he was crying.

"Luke, no one-and I mean no one-should have to go through that. I'll take care of you. Just run away with me. We can be together," Michael begged. Runaway? With a man I had no idea about? He could've done the same to me-treated me no differently from my father.

"I won't hurt you...Luke, I haven't even had sex yet."

"Oh."

"Yeah. Please, I have my own place. We'll be just fine and you and I will be okay. We'll be great and I'll love you," Michael blurted out. I looked at him, shocked by his words. Love? How could I have loved? No one wanted me. I was just a raped person, a wounded animal that needed to be put down. Nothing special.

"Please..."

I looked into his green eyes. They were beautiful. The most beautiful green eyes you'd have seen. And that's when I decided to join him. I nodded and Michael held out his hand. I laced our fingers together and Michael led me to his apartment. There, he carried me to his bed and laid me down. He kissed me and told me how beautiful I was.

I'd never felt so loved before. We hardly knew each other and he automatically took me in.

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(A few days later)

"Luke, I want to know everything about you. Tell me everything...starting with your favorite color!"

"Okay, my favorite color is blue. I'm obsessed with penguins. You're my love..." I continued with my list of likes and dislikes. He nodded and listened, always adding a few things in. It had only been a few days since Michael stopped me from ending my life. And now we were together. His friend, Calum, called us Muke Clemmings.

For once, I didn't wake up and immediately think of death. And I couldn't have been happier.