My Criminal || l.h

Chapter Twelve

Tyler's POV

"Hi there Tyler." Michael says advancing towards me.

"Hey Michael." I say backing away slowly.

"Come here Tyler." Michael sneers at me.

I turn around to start running but I'm too slow and Michael grabs me.

"Not so fast princess." Michael laughs.

He starts dragging me upstairs and I struggle in his grip. I try pulling on my arm but it's no use.

"Stop moving you little bitch." Michael says and hits me. "Wasn't the deal to share you? Instead Luke is keeping you all to himself. Well now it's my turn."

"No. Please no." I beg.

"Shut up!" He yells pulling me into his room.

I start crying. I know what's going to happen next. I keep struggling doing anything I can to make him stop.

Michael throws me on his bed and ties my hands to the headboard. I kick my legs around trying to keep him away.

"Aren't you pretty." Michael says.

I look up to see Calum standing in the doorway. "Help me." I whisper looking him in the eye.

He walks out. My last chance is gone.

I'm done. I'm going to lose it. To Michael. It should be Luke. I need him.

He moves his hands and rips my shirt off. I keep struggling against him but its no use.

His hands move to my pants. He takes them off.

"Please don't do this Michael." I cry hoping he will stop.

"No. You're mine now." He tells me.

"Mikey please." I beg. This is it.

His gross hands cover my body. I can't stand it.

I cry.

I need Luke. Why did he leave? He needs to come home soon. I'm praying he does.

"Help me! Please!" I scream hoping for a miracle.

"Get off her Michael." I hear someone say.

"Please." I whisper.

Michael moves his head to see who has spoken to him.

I look and see Luke holding a gun to Michael and Calum standing by his side. Luke's face is mixed with anger and rage.

"Ah Luke. I'm glad you could come enjoy the show." Michael says. "Calum, get him."

"No. I'm tired of you ordering us around Michael. It's our turn. Now get off her." Calum says.

"You know Luke, she's a pretty one. Its a shame I don't get a taste of this one Luke I did with the last." Michael mocks.

He lost it. Luke snapped. He pulled the trigger. The bullet went into Michael's head.

Michael's body collapsed to the floor.

He was dead.

I look away from his lifeless body and turn my attention to Luke. He's in shock.

He killed his best friend for me. He killed him. For me.

"Tyler are you ok? I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left you alone." He starts to cry while untieing my hands.

I push my body into his arms once I'm free.

"I'm fine Luke. You saved me." I say caressing his cheek that has healed of the bruises.

"Ok. Lwts go pack our stuff." he says taking my hand and walking me into his room.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Ashton's."

Luke grabs two duffle bags and starts piling clothes in.

"You know Calum was a part of this right?" I ask.

"Yes." he says still packing.

"And you're not mad at him?" I ask again.

"No." he says rushing around.

"Luke will you please stop packing for one second and talk to me?" I say and grab his arm.

"I'm sorry. I just want to get out of this place." he says and runs a hand through his messy hair.

I hug him to so he knows I understand.

"Why are you not mad at Calum?" I ask for the second time.

"He called me and told me what Michael was doing. It should be him you thank. Not me." He explains.

"I will." I say and pull him in for another hug.

We break apart once there is a knock on the door.

Calums head pops in. "Are you guys ready?"

"Yup" Luke replies.

We walk out and make out way to Ashtons.