HAWKINS, INDIANA
JULY, 2018
THIRD PERSON POV
"Bravo!" micheals voice chorused through the empty auditorium doors. His deep pitch black eyes scattered over her body, watching as she twirled and leaped into the air without a care in the world. Her smile that was clearly painted on her lips had faded into a small frown, watching as micheal had miraculously appeared out of nowhere once again.
y/n suddenly haulted in her spot, breathing heavily onto her arms as she searched for her familiar red and white drug. Her mother had always gotten after her for continuing to do ballet even after she was diagnosed with asthma, but she always promised to keep her spare inhaler inside her dresses bra pocket.
"looking for something?" his voice was suddenly a foot away from her, sending chills through her spine. A smile appeared onto her lips, as she reached out for the peculiar object inside his hands. he hadn't bothered to give up so quickly, watching as her sudden gasps for air grew quicker and shorter.
it were always as if he was enjoying watching her struggle to breath.
y/n rolled her eyes, trying to hide back the pressure that began to build up inside her chest, clogging her air waves by the second. even as she began to reach for it, micheal pulled back, smirking even more as she began to panic even the slightest bit.
"micheal." she frowned, her words coming out airy and rough. he only chuckled, waiting a few more seconds of her intolerable suffering before tossing the inhaler inside her hands. she hadn't wasted a second to connect the airwave into her mouth, and push down onto the cylinder tube.
it was almost sweet relief as the drug had signaled a wave to help her finally get the air she needed most. she hadn't thought much of micheals weird behavior, as it was common of him to pull that sort of stunt every so often. only that it was very annoying
micheal watched as she hid back her inhaler inside her bra, and flashed him a toothy smile. she was always so naive. you could choke her to the point deep violet bruises would form onto her perfect delicate skin, and she would still think it was a joke. even if you betrayed her in the worst possible way, she would come running back and apologizing to you- as if she did something wrong.
he always adored her innocence, something about it intrigued him from the moment he met her. she would always freak out of the littlest things, and even get scared over something as little as a fly. she had never even hurt a fly either. if he could recall, he once accidentally killed his gold fish, and she cried for weeks.
y/n stared into micheals eyes, admiring the darkness it held. she was completely infatuated with him. she had always loved him since they were kids, and she always prayed to whatever god there was above that he and her would be forever.
she always saw the good in him, she had never let her mind wander to the thoughts of him breaking into her house half bloody, or just watching as she slept. she had just thought every teenage boy did that at some point in their life, and mike was just going through his.
"wanna get out of here, head home and make some milkshakes." y/n spoke, her angelic voice filling the dense air clearing a short pathway. her billion dollar smile was sent towards micheal, not fazing him at all as he just raised an eyebrow clearly unamused. with a quick sigh, he shoved passed her, making his way back to his car, after making sure she was following closely behind.
he had always been a dick to her from the very beginning. starting from the constant hair pulling when they were kids to the never ending shoves and glares he sent to her from across the schools hallway. as far as it concerned her, it was just him having a bad day. everyday
of course, after being out in the cold for the entire day. once they set foot inside her home, just devouring the sweet stench of soup, he would cling onto her with every inch of him. his sour touch never left her for a single moment, he always had to have a bit of skin in contact with hers.
even if she did as much as go to the bathroom, he would wait by the door, scratching and crying the longer she took in there. she had always thought it was just him being clingy and she hadn't mind it at all. the person she was absolutely in love with, never wanted to leave her side.
"you seemed off at practice today." micheal spoke, not daring to even waste a second of his time to look at her. as much as he adored her, he couldn't help but be revolted with how happy she always was. there was never moment he ever saw her cry- unless you count the times he would listen to her weep to the sweet tunes of lund at night
"it was a private session today, how'd you see me?" she pondered, thinking of how her coach had made sure no one could get in or out just before the practice. it was only to make sure no one would interrupt their session of ballet. there was no possible way micheal could've seen her. not even through the cracks of a doorway.
"that's not answering my question." he said through gritted teeth, beginning to imagine the older instructors hands roaming all over her body. the way he let his fingertips drag across her back almost nearly touching her breast, but of course y/n was too stupid to notice. she had thought he was just doing his job, and that disgusted micheal.
y/n gulped slightly as the car began to speed up, making the trees and road signs besides them grow more and more distorted. she had noticed the tightening grip that began to form on micheals steering wheel. his knuckles were practically ghost white, digging his nails into the seams of the wheels. and she couldn't help but feel guilty for his sudden outburst.
"i'm sorry, micheal, i-i didn't mean to upset you." he chuckled at her response, slowing down the speed instantly. typical, she made herself out to be the harmer when she hadn't done a single thing. he didn't mind it at all, in fact, it made things a lot simpler in his plans for her. "i was only acting strange because i was worried i was never gonna get a certain move down."
he rolled his eyes, slightly mocking her as she spoke. and of course, she took it as a joke, laughing lightly as he made fun of her straight to her face. it sometimes annoyed him how innocent she was, it made him insane. no one could ever be that dull and idiotic.
as soon as the pale brown house came into view, a squeal escaped the rims of y/n's lips, just awaiting for the sweet warm water to wash down her body once again. she longed for its warmth, to relax her tender muscles, and wash away all for the negative thoughts she had that day about her beloved micheal.
once the two teenagers hit the door mat, micheals hand connected with her wrist, not daring to let her go. his stern gaze had turned into a puppy like glare, always needing attention and affection from her. a short sigh escaped her lips as she realized she wasn't gonna get away from him that easily.
"micheal, i'm going to take a bath, please let me go." she whined, watching as he only frowned, holding onto her tighter than before. and with every tug, his grip only became stronger and stronger. typical.
she just decided not to care, marching her way over to the bathtub and setting up the water. even as she undressed, micheal hadn't moved a finger from her, he had to be always touching some part of her body. with an exaggerated sigh, y/n turned around to face micheal. her hands began to undress him, knowing well he wasn't going to leave her alone from moment while she attempted to bathe.
"cmon, lets wash you up." she mumbled, helping him inside the tub, before laying right besides him. the water had only made matters worse. it was supposed to be washing all of her stress and unease, but it began to devour her, drowning her in the thoughts of many. and those thoughts were of micheal wheelers weird behavior.
a/n: ugh, i wish someone was as infatuated as micheal is with y/n, with me. one can only wish, am i right