Michael Evans Behling Imagines

Secret

Michael just didn't get it. You simply wasn't ready for the hate headed your way if you were to tell the world that you're together. You sighed just as he reached for the door handle. Shit! He heard that shitty sigh. You looked at your hands as Michael walked over to you and took them in his, giving you a sliver of hope.

His pained eyes tried to search for any kind of emotion and the only thing he saw was the pain in your eyes but you wouldn't let the tears fall. Sadly, the tears fell freely down your precious face and Michael's chest tightened as he felt guilty for being the person responsible for your tears. It broke his heart to see you like this.

He tried to pull you closer but you stood your ground and you could see that he was getting irritated with you. "I still don't get it! Why don't you just let me do my job as your boyfriend? Baby, I don't care what they say about us. What matters is that we're happy with each other. If they don't appreciate how happy you make me then they don't deserve to be in my corner. You've been the only one who has never let me be alone through all the shit that I go through and it's my turn to do the same thing for you. Okay?" Michael vented to you in an effort to show you that he's always going to be there. No questions asked. The second time he tried to pull you in for a hug, you let him and cried into his chest.

It took a few minutes to get you calm but as soon as you were, the look that Michael gave you was enough to make you believe that he wouldn't leave you nor would he let go through any of this alone. "Okay. I swear, that was some Jordan Baker magic right there. Let's tell them before I change my mind." you tell him with a bit of uncertainty in your stomach.

That dissipated the moment he gave you his million dollar smile. Why did he have to be so secute? Ugh, this man was sworn to be the death of you because quite frankly, you needed him and he needed you.

You wanted to tell him that you loved him but the next words that left your mouth would change everything and that's why you were so afraid and anxious. You didn't know how he'd react to you being pregnant because you guys hadn't had sex since your birthday and it was now mid December so how do you tell your boyfriend that you were raped and pregnant with the rapist's kid? Fuck this is complicated.

Christmas Eve, eleven pm....

You found yourself sprinting to the bathroom and throwing up everything you ate that day, narrowly successful in getting the puke on the toilet bowl. A few minutes more of throwing up, you stop and brush your teeth, deciding to hop in bed to try get some sleep, forgetting that you took a pregnancy and didn't even look at what it said before you threw it away in the trash can you keep in the bathroom. You knew that Michael was only coming back in time for New Years and your lip quivered at the thought of having to spend Christmas without  Michael because he has been filming out of state for the past six months.

Michael's POV.

I got home a bit earlier than I expected to but it was worth it if I was going to see my girlfriend sooner. The place was strangely quiet and that wasn't like you to be so quiet. I shrugged the thought off and headed for the bathroom to take a shower but before I got in, I noticed a pregnancy test in the trash can we keep in the bathroom.

I put it back in its place and found myself getting consumed with thoughts of the love of my life possibly cheating on me. Nah. That can't be it but what if it is?

I sighed and got out of the shower, feeling worse than ever. I heard your phone go off but paid it no mind as I left the bathroom. I guessed it was an alarm because of how quickly you shut your phone up. I chuckled a bit at the image of you searching for your phone without leaving your cocoon of warmth that predictably lured you in to a peaceful slumber followed by a grumble for being forced to open your eyes. You were the cute kind of person who loves their sleep.

Hearing your light footsteps getting closer to the bathroom, I followed wanting to know if my head is wrong about you cheating.

You woke up after snoozing your alarm twice and headed straight for the bathroom. You noticed that your positive pregnancy test was was at the top of the pile of trash. He knows. You sighed as you heard his footsteps getting closer and closer to the bathroom. You looked up at him just as he appeared in front of you.

"Did you cheat on me?" his suddenly pained and broken voice cut through the evident tension in the room. Immediately, you shook your head as tears formed. You didn't want to revisit what happened to you so you told that it wasn't your choice.

(flashbacks in bold italics.)

You were walking home after getting stood up by your boyfriend. You huffed as the dress you picked clung to your body, accentuating your curves. The night time Los Angeles air was a bit colder than it was normally. You were doing just fine before you heard someone follow you.

You walked faster and so did they. Soon enough, you were running. You silently cursed yourself for wearing heels. The footsteps got louder until you felt a dirty hand yank you into an alley.

In front of you was a man who stood at about 6'4 and the dark of the night concealed his face. He then proceeded to attempt to entice you into fucking him and when you refused, he grabbed you by the waist and roughly yanked your dress up and cut your panties off with a knife.

He turned you around and cut the top of your dress til it was past your breasts. One of his dirty hands groped at your breasts while the other was being used to undo his jeans or trousers. The hot tears rushed down your face, heating it up in a desperate plea to all higher powers that this man won't rape you.

Keeping your eyes shut, you cried out in pain when a rough digit forced its way into your vagina. Soon followed by another two before you were pushed against a wall by your face and the assailant forced himself into your vagina, finding pleasure in your pain and discomfort.

You kept praying that it would be over soon and you felt pure dread when he emptied his semen into your unprotected vagina. You cried out as he tossed you aside and walked out of the alley, leaving you there with no hope of anyone saving you.

You eventually found the strength to lump home and you were grateful that it was dark because nobody would be taking a midnight stroll unless they couldn't sleep. When you finally reached your shared apartment, your numbly made your way to the shower to scrub the grime and evidence of your traumatic night. You got out when the water got cold and curled into the war of your boyfriend who was finally home. You cried and it woke him up so you just told him that you missed him more than usual that day.

He kissed your forehead then your lips. He wiped your tears and pulled you closer and tighter. You figured that he would not let up and you found the security you needed after a not having that in your childhood. You love him and hopefully he loves you too.

You look over at Michael and see him in tears. "I- I didn't. I, uh, just... No. He just..." you trembled as you struggled to tell him what happened. He pulls you in for a hug and gets surprised when you burst into tears and hug him like you never have before.

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