Doorsteps {muke}

March 9th, 2007

"Michael I can't do this, I won't do this. It's yours." She frantically rushed around the room collecting up her things left around the dingy apartment.

"Lucy you can't do this to me! She's only five days old! We've had her for five days and your already giving up!" Michael was appalled by the fit Lucy was throwing, although it was nothing new, as she was a drama queen.

"Don't put the blame on me! I didn't want this thing. I wanted an abortion, but no poor little Michael wanted his precious little baby! If you want it so bad keep it! I'm done, this is the last you will ever see of me. Don't look for me, don't contact me, and sure as hell never let that little brat anywhere near me!"

"No please, please don't leave. I need you, she needs you! You can't leave me on my own, my parents don't even know about her yet, we were going to tell them together." Michael pleaded as Lucy zipped up her travel bag.

"No! Fúck your parents, fúck you, and fùck that baby!" Lucy screamed as she walked out the front door only to slam it shut behind her. Leaving behind a teary-eyed Michael and a crying little girl.

Michael knew that Lucy would leave at some point, but he didn't think it would be this soon. He didn't love her, but that didn't mean that he didn't want her to stay. He needed her to stay to help take car of the baby, he couldn't do it on his own. For fúcks sake he was only 21, working on his art major at university. He had no money, nor time to handle having a child. His parents would be no help, they didn't know about his child, and even if they did they wouldn't help. They thought he was a screw-up to begin with, this would only prove them right.

This wasn't what Michael had pictured when he thought of one day having a child. He had picture a loving spouse, a steady job, joyous friends, a white picket fence house, and a beautiful child to love.

Yet here he was with only one of those; a beautiful child. Everything else was a mess. His 'girlfriend', better known as the bitch he drunkenly fùcked without a condom on, had left him. His apartment was a piece of crap, with pealing paint and cracked floorboards. He had a job at a fast food restaurant just to help pay his college funds. To top it all off the only friend he had was a complete jackass that screwed his way through collage getting high every weekend.

To say that his dream hadn't come true would be an understatement. His life had turned into a train wreck.

He gathered himself together and slowly trudged over to the small carrier that held his lovely little girl.

"Now it's just you and me, shhh don't cry, I love you." He blinked back tears as he smiled at the baby in his arms. "I'm so sorry, Penelope."

a/n: yes, another story based off a smiths song. I have a serious problem. Also, the first few chapters won't have both Michael and Luke in them, but they will be important in the story for background information. I hope you like the story so far, and I'm sorry if I used to many commas (I tend to do that a lot)