Demons~ Muke

Don't You Go

There were fist fights, red lights

running 'til I crashed into you~

So there is my reason. That, my friends is why I am the way I am. I grew to accept my mother's death. Well, I found a way to cope with it at least. I'm pretty sure you know by now what that 'way' is... I'm not in a rush to change anything about my life, I'm fairly happy with the way it is. My still distant father who doesn't really give a shit any more and yours truly. Me, myself and I. I enjoy being independent, it's liberating. But sometimes it can get me in a lot of deep shit. Now would be a good example.

I'm currently hiding. I'm hiding from someone who probably has the power to break every bone in my body and even then have the capability to do more damage. It's okay though, I'm used to it, in some kind of demented way I almost enjoy it. I no longer get worried about these kind of encounters. It's kind of inevitable when you are broke as fuck and a drug addict. I never had the money to fund my habit, but clearly that didn't stop me. Even before my mother died money was tight, it just increases the thrill of it all. Should I even hide any more? Why am I trying to kid myself? I'm gonna give up, I'll just text the guy, tell him where I am and get everything over and done with. It saves time. I know exactly how it will go down. He'll ask for his money, I'll tell him I haven't got it, he'll beat me to a pulp then life will resume again and the cycle will repeat. I grabbed my phone and tapped away until my message was complete. As soon as I pressed send a flood of extreme dread washed over me sparking my adrenaline.

It didn't take long, he was quick I'll give him that. I looked like a puny twig compared to him, he was an ox. His breaths were heavy and full of aggression. "Where's my money?" He demanded, each word growing even more threatening. Now, I don't know why my brain decided to this but I was feeling like a cocky little shit so I begun answering back. My tone was laced with sarcasm and my mind laced with regret.

"Well, I don't know. Where is your money?" I started, raising my pierced brow looking around the dingy alley we were stood in. "You look like a very smart gentleman, surely you can figure that out. I mean I could have blown it all on sweet mary jane but that's only one possibility, there are plenty of other theories to adopt." And so I sealed my death wish. He now looked 100 times more pissed than before hand. His gigantic fists were clenched tight, he was certainly ready and so was I. His arm was pulled back and he threw forward a force that knocked me backwards and landed me on the cold hard ground that was littered with shards of glass. My already limp body was doubled over itself and I could see the crimson liquid pouring from my form. I could just about hear his heavy footsteps come closer to me. There he was again, towering over me. I felt completely helpless and that's because I was. Rather than his fist it was now his boot doing the work. He plunged his foot straight into my stomach. I whimpered in pain provoking a laugh from the colossal man. Within seconds he was back, beating me down, grinding me down further into the dirty floor.

"Pussy." He spat from above me. I quite agreed with him to be honest. After he said that he paused for a moment. As if he were reviewing the damage he had done with a sickly smile of pride and content spread across his ageing face. Just as I thought the bastard was done he landed another punch straight to my balls. I fucking yelled but of course no one would hear me or care. Finally he was done after a few more blows here and there. He spat on me to put the cherry on the turd sundae. He left me curled up in a ball just chilling in a random back street. My head was pounding and throbbing like a drum, my senses were overwhelmed with agony. All I could taste was the iron of my blood, all I could see was black and all I could feel was pain.

So there I lay for hours on end. Just curled up feeling sorry for myself. I didn't even have anywhere to go. If I went home then I'd only face a hoard of questions that I really didn't want to answer. The bitter air was nipping harshly at my wounds bringing back some of the feeling that I had lost. As it did so the tears that I had been holding in were set free. I let them roll softly down my blood stained cheeks, carefree for the first time in forever. I didn't care about breaking down my 'tough guy' act because that's all it was: an act. I didn't care that I was in my most vulnerable state right now and people could see that. This was me, Michael Gordon Clifford in my truest form.
It barely felt like a few minutes had passed before I was jolted back into conciousness by a dark figure.
"You're awake." The man cried, he sounded relieved. Why would he care about me, no one else does and he doesn't even know me. My eyes prized themselves open and I was greeted by the harsh glow of the street lamps surrounding me. As my eyes adjusted slowly I could see the delicate outlines of a young boy's face. I examined his features carefully. He was beautiful, he had gorgeous blonde hair and blue, sapphire eyes that seemed so fucking perfect. He had a petite black ring which curled around his perfectly plump lips. It made the boy seemingly even more attractive- I had myself a knight in shining armour. I snapped myself out of my little fantasy and shot back to reality, remembering all too well the state that I was currently in.

"My name's Luke."