Albtraum
( May Be Triggering )
Michael quickly rushed up the stairs, ignoring the weak creaking noises the wood of the stairs was making. He barged into his room and saw his sister was still asleep.
He slammed the door shut and locked it. He was breathing heavy and was panting loudly cause he was so worried. He was just being chased by his step father and he made a run for it.
"Macy? Love? Get up! We gotta go." He said and shook her small body. She made a few grumbling noises before sitting up and rubbing her eyes.
He rushed around the room and grabbed clothes aimlessly throwing them into his back pack. He tensed up, but moved faster when hearing banging at his door.
Macy started shaking and was letting out small sniffles. He picked her up and rushed towards the window.
"Just go to Malinda for the night? Tell her that I'm busy and mommy and Dave want to talk with me, okay?" Tears rolled down her face, knowing what was really gonna happen to her brother.
"Mikey please go with me." She begged. He frowned but shook his head. The banging was getting louder and he was panicking.
"Just go bean. I'll be there to get you soon, I promise. I love you so much." He whispered and kissed her forehead. She said it back and then climbed down the small roof and made it to the ground perfectly.
He smiled but it soon vanished when he heard the door was about to break down. He closed the window and put one of Macy's baby dolls under the blanket to make it look like she was still there and was peacefully sleeping.
He crawled into his bed and threw the small little sheet over his body and started shaking. He knew this was gonna be really bad. He snuck downstairs and got food from the kitchen, but he got caught.
The door opened and Dave angrily walked in. He stormed right over to Michael's bed and yanked him off the thin mattress.
"You think you can be a thief in my house?!" He spat in michaels face.
"You must be to drunk cause I didn't even leave this room." Michael said back and a harsh stinging was felt in his right cheek as his face was snapped to the side.
"Macy get up!" Dave screamed. The bed stayed still and michaels heart was beating threw his chest.
"Get up you brat!" He screamed again and pulled the blanket away and so it was just a doll. Dave got angrier by the minute.
"Where is she?!" Dave snapped at the bleached haired boy.
"Kiss my ass." Michael said back and Dave shook his head and dragged Michael to the bathroom. He had an idea on what was going to happen but tried not to think about it.
He was thrown on the floor and he stared up at the bulky man. He stared up with slight fear and anger.
"Tell me where she is, now!" Dave snapped.
"Or what? You gonna cut me again?" Dave scoffed.
"Not you... But you're little boyfriend?" Dave said and smirked looking behind Michael. He furrowed his eyebrows and looked behind him and saw in the other room Luke laying on the bed with his hands attached to the headboard of the bed.
Michael's eyes widened and he jumped up, immediately rushing to his boyfriend. He felt his eyes brim with tears when seeing Luke was already bruised.
"Luke?? Baby?" Michael cried out as he cupped his lovers face. He was completely out.
"What did you do to him?!" Michael spat. All he got was a laugh in return.
"Tell me where Macy is or I hurt him." Michael's breathing picked up and his heart was beating even faster.
He had to choose between Macy and Luke.
"No." Michael said and then he was ripped away from his blonde. He was thrown on the floor and his step father kicked his stomach a few times completely knocking the air out of him.
He whimpered and clutched onto his small tummy. Luke was slowly awakening because all the sound and he weakly looked over.
"Awe look who's awake, perfect timing." Dave said and grabbed Luke's wrist.
"Get away from me." Luke said sternly and pulled at his restraints. The man just held the knife at Luke's wrist.
"One more time... Where is Macy?" Tears rolled down Michael's face. This sucked... If he tells where Macy is, then him and his sister both get beat. If he doesn't tell then his lover has to get cut.
"I'll tell you where she is, just don't hurt him, please." Michael said, his voice cracking at the end.
"I want an answer, NOW!" He couldn't give him an answer because he had to lie and right now he couldn't think of a place that Macy would be at and Dace would believe.
He stayed silent.
"Okay." Dave said and then vertically cut Luke's wrist. Michaels eyes widened and he tried standing up, luckily succeeding.
He ran over and was still clutching onto his wounded tummy. He plopped down next to Luke who was loosing blood fast.
Michael covered Luke's cut with his hand and applied pressure. He started crying hard as Luke was getting sleepy.
"Please don't leave me. K-Keep you're pretty blue eyes open, please!" Michael begged and cupped Luke's face.
"Call the ambulance!" Michael snapped at Dave. But he just smirked and slowly walked away. Michael hated him.
"I love you." Michael's head snapped back down to Luke, his heart beating threw his chest. Oh my god.
Luke smiled weakly at Michael and struggled to keep his eyes open.
"I love you too. I love you so much." Michael said between cries. He pressed his lips against Luke's chapped dry lips. Luke kissed back until he couldn't and his whole body went limp.
Michael shook his head and started sobbing. He gently smacked Luke's face trying to get him responsive. But it wasn't working. This can't be happening..
Michael tried doing CPR, but it wasn't working.
"No no no no. Please baby you have to wake up. Don't leave me please. Please wake up." Michael cried out and loud sobs echoed threw the room. He cried out all his pain.
He wrapped his arms tightly around Luke's waist and cried into his chest. The pain in his stomach was no where near as bad as the pain in his heart. It feels like someone just took a knife and plunged it threw his chest.
"Michael."
He ignored the voice and just closed his eyes, hoping and praying this is all a dream.
"Michael!"
"Leave me alone!" He snapped harshly at the voice.
"Michael wake up!" What?
"Michael! Wake up! Come on! Wake up!" More than one voice.
Seconds later he lunged up out of his bed and was breathing heavy. He had beeds of sweat all over him and tears rolling down his cheek.
Luke was hovering over him with a concerned expression and his hand was holding Michael's.
"A-Are you okay?" Michael looked around and sighed in relief. Luke crawled back in the bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Luke asked softly. Michael just shook his head and laid back down and stared up at the ceiling.
"I don't want to talk about it." Michael mumbled and wiped away the stray tears. Luke threw his arm over Michaels tummy and he was happy to feel that Michael was gaining weight.
"This is the third night in the row that this happened. I hate hearing you scream like that, it scares the crap out of me." Luke said and Michael stayed silent. Every night was different in the nightmare but it lead to the same thing.
Luke dying.
"I know, I'm sorry." Michael whispered.
"Don't apologize babe." Luke said and then kissed Michael's fore head.
Guys I have writers block and I have a few ideas but I feel to much happens and I've never really been good at filler chapters.
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