We arrived home about 20 minutes later and me and Michael ran upstairs to his room.
once we reached his room we started to make out. he took my shirt off and threw me on the bed.
"Michael where's my flannel shir- god dammit lock the damn door" Luke said.
"How about you knock before coming in" Michael said standing up.
he threw my shirt at me. I quickly put it on.
"What do you want Luke." he asked annoyed.
"Where's my red flannel shirt"
Michael dug through his draws and finally found it. he threw it at Luke.
"Knock next time" Michael told Luke.
"Lock the door next time" he said walking out.
I laid back on the bed and put my hands on my face.
Michael looked at me confused and then the confusion turned to sadness.
"W-what" I asked.
"What are those on your arm?" he asked sitting down next to me.
"O-oh nothing." I started hiding my wrists.
"Why Dylan."
"I had no one. there was no one to turn to. I didn't deserve to live."
"Please Dylan. never do that again you don't deserve that pain... alright? you always have me to talk to. or any of the boys."
by then I was crying.
"I-I'm sorry" I sobbed.
"Don't be!" he said.
I faced toward him and hugged him.
"Thanks for saving my life"
