Face Down.♡ (Luke Hemmings)

You And Me.

Chapter 32.

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"C'mon babe, sing with me!" Michael hollered, jumping around the apartment as he used the remote as a microphone, belting out lyrics on top of his lungs. I groaned at the loud music, burying my head into a pillow to try and at least block it a little. Michael laughed and suddenly I felt his weight pressing upon me, gaining himself a high pitched screech of surprise and slight annoyance.

"Hazieeee, please! Pretty pretty please!" he bellowed into my ear, using his abnormal loudness. I screwed my eyes shut tightly, gnashing my teeth together as my head literally pounded.

"No Michael, leave me alone. " I snapped, pushing him off as a wave of irritation washed over me. Michael stumbled slightly, the look on his face suddenly odd to me. He slowly reached for the remote again, this time not to sing but to turn the TV off. Room suddenly fell into a somewhat eerie silence as blaring music was cut off sharply. His eyes returned to me, clouded by en emotion I couldn't quite decipher, but it made me shiver slightly.

"What is going on, Hazel?" he questioned slowly, voice quiet and disturbingly solemn. It was as if he wasn't foolishly singing around the room just seconds ago. I sighed.

"Nothing. My head  hurts like a bitch, is all."

Michael didn't look even remotely convinced with my lame-ass excuse.

"You've been acting strange for like a week already. Have I done something?" he suspiciously pressed on, getting a shake of a head from me.

"No, Michael, I'm telling you, I'm not feeling well." I whined, once again the disbelieving expression staying plastered upon his face.

"Okay... let's make out." he suddenly blurted and I widened my eyes at his words. He was never this blunt, well at least when it comes to that kind of stuff.

"Um, I--what? I mean, my head hurts Michael, do we have to?" I complained, now watching as his eyebrows formed a straight line above his light eyes, which looked stormy at the moment. The purple haired boy leaned into me, his arm resting on the headrest behind me as his warm breath fanned my face.

"Hazel... you're not hiding anything from me, are you?" his voice was barely above a whisper, suddenly turning scary. I gulped, staring into his eyes as I nervously pinched on the fabric of my shirt, trying not to flinch away and keep my eyes on his.

"No Michael, what is wrong with you?" I exclaimed, trying to push him away, but he didn't move an inch. Instead he leaned closer, his lips crashing onto mine in a rough kiss. His fingers tangled themselves into my hand, fisting it tightly as his body hovered over my tense one. I kissed back, wanting to gag as his tongue entered my mouth. I tried wiggling out of his grasp, but it was useless as he now pressed fully into me, literally laying on me. I squeaked, tears filling my eyes in an instant, helplessly lying on the couch. After a bit, he finally pulled away, me breathing rapidly and taking large, shaky breaths. Michael simply huffed, running a hand through his hair and muttering a 'fųck'.

"I gotta go." he hurriedly said, grabbing his jacket and literally running out of the room and out of the apartment.

And then I let tears run freely. I felt confused, angry, dirty, hurt, I felt used. I felt like a cheap whòre who just got used for pleasure. Even though he's my boyfriend, this behaviour was unacceptable. He literally forced himself onto me, making me do something I didn't want.

I wasn't sure how or when it happened, but I slowly drifted off into sleep, still on the uncomfortable couch.

It was a light stir of a gentle hand that awoke me from my slumber. I released a long sigh, which kind of cracked a few times, you know, the one that comes out after a lot of crying. My eyes felt unbelievably heavy as I literally struggled to open them. But when I did, I couldn't help the shock that overcame me as my brain processed who the person standing in front of me was.