IDIOT ⇔ m.c

12〕explanation & history

Calum crossed his arms and frowned at me.

By the looks of his ruffled hair and choice of outfit, he was obviously having a lazy night.

"Hi." I said, my voice slightly cracking.

He let me in and started making got chocolate, not asking why my eyes were red and puffy.

Calum floated out of his kitchen and placed the hot cup in my hands, reclining in the chair.

His eyes scanned my face and he cleared his throat.

"Michael, I'm guessing?"

I nodded and sipped my cup, gagging as it burnt my tongue.

"Careful, it's a little hot." Calum smirked.

I wiped my mouth and glared at him, only ending in him laughing.

"Calum, why does Michael fight?" I asked quietly.

He sighed, leaning forward and pausing for a bit.

"It's a long story."

I watched as he rubbed the back of his neck, biting his lower lip.

"I have time."

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"His dad used to be crazy about Michael fighting. At first, Michael refused but then his dad abused him until he gave in." Calum started.

"Michael got beaten up pretty bad in the early stages of his career, so his dad got a trainer. Michael dropped out of school and became so focused on fighting, I barely saw him."

"One day, I saw him in a telephone booth. He was frantic and I didn't know what was wrong with him. Michael had pinned me against the alley wall, yelling and screaming. I'd never seen him like that before. Soon, these four men had come after him and...."

Calum trailed off, his eyes staring out the window.

"And they what?" I asked quietly.

"T-they had blood covered up their arms and sprayed on their faces.
They had just murdered his parents.
I didn't know what had happened and was confused, but they beat me. They beat me until I couldn't move, and the whole time Michael watched."

"What?!" I stood up and stared into his face.

"He sat there, crying. I'd never even imagined Michael to be so weak. After the men left, he had frantically gotten help and dobbed them in to the police. It took so long for the police to believe him and get evidence but when the men found out about it, they ran."

"I thought Michael dobbed them in for drugs?" I asked confusedly.

Calum shook his hand and sat down.

"No, that's his cover up. The police eventually found out about the murder, but Michael tells people that it was drugs."

Calum dragged a hand through his hair and leant back onto the wall.

"After that, Michael fought with his anger. All he does now is fight because of that night. It's mostly anger but when it comes down to it, I don't think Michael can quit fighting."

"Why?"

I folded my self off the couch and made my way over to Calum, sliding down the wall next to him.

"Because, he takes out all of his anger in fighting. If he stopped fighting, he'd probably kill the men."

His words made my hands tremble and my ears ring.

Michael.

His name stuck in my head and my own images of his past haunted me.

I slowly started getting up, grabbing my keys but I was stopped.

"You can't leave now, Savannah."

Calum's hand dug the keys out of my palm and he set them on the glass coffee table.

"Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"It's late and you look tired as hell. You can camp here for the night."

I reluctantly nodded and sat back down.

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