Demons~ Muke

Missing You

And if you need a friend

I'll help you stitch up your wounds~

"Michael." I replied slowly, just about conscious. I brought my blood soaked hands up to my weary green irides. The boy remained crouched down in front of me, surveying my injuries.

"How are you feeling?" He soothed placing his pale hand on my shoulders. I simply groaned and that was response enough. He looked extremely compromised as he stared at me.

"Do you want me to take you home or...er to the emergency room?" He asked awkwardly, however his soothing tone was still present. I shook my head loosely before attempting to reply.

"Please no." I begged with certainty

"Fuck it." I heard him whisper to himself "Right, I'm taking you home with me, I can't leave you like this." He said assertively with a layer of shyness to his voice.

I couldn't exactly talk so I just made a few noises and he lifted me up off my sorry, glass filled ass. It killed me to even stand but I limped on regardless. My mental state was beginning to calm down and it had almost returned to normal, whether that was a good thing or not I don't know. Eventually we arrived at his car it was some kind of shitty white ford but it was still miles ahead of what I could ever get. I clambered into the passenger seat letting out a long sharp breath that had been begging for release. "What even happened to you, you look awful," he said breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"Thanks bro." I laughed sarcastically. I regretted it soon after as I felt a sharp shooting pain in my stomach. "It happens a lot, I'm kind of used to it." I added wincing at the persistent pain barely answering the question.

"Oh...um no, no I didn't mean it like that." he said blushing heavily, running his hands through his dirty blonde head of hair. His cheeks were now a deep shade of scarlet. Apart from that brief exchange we sat in silence for the rest of the journey, he kept his eyes of the road the whole time, never breaking focus. When we arrived at his house I couldn't help but feel jealous. His house looked perfect, it wasn't massive but it was more than what I had. It looked like a home.

He looked so awkward when he was leading me to his door. Then it hit me. I just got in a car with a total stranger and now I'm actually going into his house. This 'Luke' guy didn't exactly look like a serial killer but neither did Dexter and we all know what happened there. Serial killer or not, going with him was the best option I had at the minute. "Just stay here and I'll be right back." He said shooting me a friendly smile. Whilst I was alone I soaked in my surroundings. His family looked so happy (in the photos at least), they looked normal. The decor of the house was simple but I loved it. Can Luke and I swap lives or something? That would be great. It could be like wife swap but son swap. Before I could swim too deep into my thoughts (like sperm) the blonde boy returned. He had a giant bag of ice in his hands and a towel. "Where does it hurt the most?" He queried looking like an innocent child.

"My balls." I replied quickly, stopping him in his tracks. He let out a nervous laugh then brought a damp towel up to the deepest cut on my face ignoring my answer. I grimaced, inhaling sharply as he pressed the cloth against my bruised and damaged skin. "Shit!" I yelled. As I did Luke jerked backwards in shock looking like Bambi in headlights. "Sorry..." I mumbled afterwards looking down to the ground.

"It's okay, just hold still." His beautiful voice was enough to keep me frozen forever.

Suddenly I felt something, a sensation I was all too familiar with. Any time but now, literally any time. It was already too late, it was happening. I could feel the rushing blood, the usually pleasant tingling, I could fucking see it...I had a fucking boner in front of an incredibly innocent, yet insanely attractive guy. Why had god cursed me in such a way, why did this have to happen to me right now?! I can put up with most of the shit life throws at me but this was a step too far. Before I could even attempt to conceal it the boy had spotted it, his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed red, yet again. I was literally trying to think of anything to kill this fucking beast. Naked old people, my parents, dead animals, Kim Kardashian's sex tape. Nothing would fucking work. The worst part was that it actually hurt me as well, my dick was smothered in bruises and stinging like a bitch.

"Oh, um yeah...sorry about...that." I said gesturing to the giant bulge that had formed in my pants. I don't particularly think that worked in easing the awkwardness of the situation. Why was I such a horny little shit, Jesus Christ. After I had reached my limit of embarrassment my body started to 'calm down' thank god. Luke and I actually had quite a lot in common, it was pretty damn surprising because at first glance we couldn't be more different. There was me, a drug addict with dyed hair, tattoos, and leather jackets. Then there was him, natural hair, an untouched body and a purity ring.

We were talking for hours, it was as if I actually knew him. By no means did I keep quiet but I couldn't tell him the truth about who I was and what I was like. It would scare him off, and apart from Calum he was the only person who had stuck around for more than 5 minutes.