Michaels POV
I heard his soft whimpers.
I saw his brusied skin.
I saw his sleepy eyes.
I saw his broken heart.
I listened to his pained cries all night.
The awful screams of him being beat.
I saw the pain in his eyes.
I saw everything.
I entered the school, heading over to my locker.
" Hey Mike" My friend Ashton shouted.
" Hey Ash"
I closed my locker and walked beside Ashton.
" Him again"
I nodded.
" He isnt going to let you help him"
" Ill try anyways"
" What if he dosent want you to keep trying"
"ll keep trying anyways"
He nodded his head.
" Im sorry Ash, Its just I see how broken he is"
" I see it too"
" Hes so fragile, hes like a doll"
" Your going all soft on me Mike"
" I dont care, I need to help him, hes lost"
Thats all I said as I entered the classroom.
I took my seat in the back of the classroom.
Soon he came in, tears on his cheeks brusies on his knuckles.
He sat next to me, which I was surprised by.
" Hey there" I said scotting closer.
He flinched at this. He is so broken.
" H-hi"
" Do you know the gender of your baby"?
He shook his head.
" Did you give it a nick name or something"?
" S-Sugar"
I smiled at this.
" Why sugar"
" B-Because he or she will be sweet and everything inbetween"
He didnt stutter.
" Thats cute, I like that"
He turned and smiled at me.
Soon the bell rang and everyone crowded in.
He took out a pen and notebook.
He started to scribble something down.
He turned to me and gave me the note
It read.
Please help me.
I need finding, I lost.
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That was depressing.
Im sorry if your cried, probaly not.
And trust me the story gets happier
I promise.
And picture of how Michael looks like in the story.
Also thats how he looks at Luke when he wants to help him.
see you next chapter
xoxo
