cigarette smoke - muke [hiatus]

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note: i was listening to twenty one pilots' self titled album while writing this chapter on repeat so it may get sad and confusing and you will learn in this chapter about michael and his home life. and it's like almost midnight in california so this maybe shitty so just warning you guys now :)

enjoy!

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"what do you guys want for dinner?" luke asked the two hungry girls in front of him.

"i'm really craving a burger right now," emily stated.

"how about we have all american jack in the box?" they both nodded.

"can i go for the ride?" rose asked.

"sure, why not? em, you wanna come too?" she shook her head.

"no, that's okay. i have to call grandma maggie because she was really worried about me going to america without her."

"okay, we shall be back!" luke yelled, scooping rose off the ground and into his arms while running out the door.

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"you really need to stop hanging out with the luke kid," michael's mum, karen, said. michael rolled his eyes.

"you don't even know him, mum," michael said as he helped her set the table for dinner.

"he gets into trouble, sweetheart. i don't want you getting hurt."

"you just don't want me to end up like you," michael mumbled under his breath.

"what did you say?" karen clenched her teeth together and held the blue plate tighter then she needed to in her hands.

"i said, you just don't want me to end up like you."

"what do you mean end up like me?"

"lonely, out of money, always sad, heartbroken."

"just because your father left me for some slut doesn't mean i'm lonely, out of money, sad, or heartbroken. okay?"

"but you didn't deny that you don't want me to end up like you."

"i don't want you to get heart. never trust a guy in a leather jacket."

"your scared of luke, aren't you?" michael asked.

"w-what, no!" michael scoffed.

"sure, you aren't." karen went over to her son, meeting him face to face.

"i'm scared of a shit ton of things in this world, but lucas robert hemmings isn't fucking one of them," she said, poking his chest.

"whatever helps you sleep at night, mom." michael said.

"i said i'm not fucking scared of him!" michael felt a sting across his cheek. he touched it and it felt hot.

"mi-mikey, i-i'm sorry."

"no, no. i tired of your bullshit! you teach katie and i how to fucking be a drug addict and a fucking prositute. i know your little secrets, karen. or should i say, kat?" michael said, his mother taken back.

"how the fuck did you know that!?"

"it's not the hard to hear the moans coming from your bedroom every night. i've had to tell katie that it was the wind and she tells me that the wind keeps saying names! you are fucking sick human being and i never want you near me or katie ever again!" michael screamed. he looked over to the door way of the kitchen to see his sister, tears streaming down her face.