Absolutely not. ~{ Michael Afton x Male Reader}~

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Hey y'all. I'm back. Sorry for taking so long to post this, I was in the shower (/j)

I wrote this on my school laptop B)

Anyways. Enjoy.

Cw: Abuse

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"We have to go to school tomorrow."

(Y.n) POV.

  School.

Kennith picked my outfit. He made me wear something tight and uncomfortable. I can feel the seams too much. He also made me cover up the swelling and bruising with makeup. "You look pretty like this..~" He coos. Gently caressing my cheek. I flinch softly. It hurts when he touches me. "So pretty. Tell me that you look pretty.." He mutters with a slightly condescending tone. I don't respond immediately, which earns me a harsh slap across the face. I groan in agony. Everything hurts. The slap sends a dull ache throughout my entire body. I cradle my cheek with discomfort. "Say it. Now."  I give a soft sob. "... I look pretty." I whisper. He scoffs. "Selfish bitch. Now come on. We gotta go."  He harshly drags me out to his car. It's raining. I love rain. It feels nice on my skin. I yelp as he shoves me into the passenger seat. "You better behave when we're at school." He mutters with annoyance as he starts to drive. ".... Okay..." I whisper. I look at my lap. I grimace at the pain coursing through my body.  I dread being at school again.. I haven't slept in days. My face is still all swollen from yesterday. I'm not ready.. But... Maybe I can escape somehow. Maybe I'll be sent to the counselor's office for missing school.. Or maybe a teacher will step in. We pull up. "Get out. I gotta park." I do as I'm told. Keeping my eyes on the sidewalk. I shakily get to my feet. There's not many students in front of the school. Just a few stragglers. They don't look at me. They're too busy talking to one another.

     I stumble to the doors; I have to try my best to seem uninjured, but I can't. I limp to the nurses office. Mrs. Brown can help me. She always can. I need her. A few kids give me horrified glances as I walk by, but I have to ignore them. I need to get help. I finally reach it; but it feels bleak. Do I really want this? Well... Of course I do. I want help. I need help. I can't get out of this without help. It's been weeks. I slowly turn the knob. Mrs. Brown is doing paperwork. She sighs. "Scraped knees don't get you sent home." She grumbles tiredly. I timidly fidget with the edge of my shirt. ".....um.." I say barely above a whisper. What's wrong with me? Say something you doof. She sighs again. "Ice packs are in the..." She turns towards me. A horrified expression washes over her face. "...(Y-yn)...?" I just stare. She slowly stands. "...W-what... What happened..?" She asks shakily. I slowly limp into the room. "..Um.... Well....  Kennith.." I say with a similar tone to hers. She closes the door. "...i knew something was wrong.... When you stopped saying goodbye before you went home.....' She seems to be in some sort of shock. She looks a little sick, like she hasn't been sleeping. I sit on the bed. ".....When did all of this happen...?" I look at my lap. "... Um....." She sits across from me. "....For the past couple of weeks... Kennith has um... Been at my house.." I mutter. She's silent for a moment. "He... has...? He did this...?" I nod.

     "Sweetheart.. This isn't... Okay... Let's get you patched up.. Okay...?" I sigh.. "But.. I have to go to class–"

     "Not with Kennith. I'm not letting you near that boy ever again." She says with motherly concern. She takes out medical supplies. "...Thank you..." I whisper. I really am thankful. But I feel like the help isn't enough. What can she do to get him out of my life? I'll have to go home eventually... I let her do her thing.

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     When she finishes cleaning me up and patching me up, she hands me some painkillers and a cup of water. "This should make the swelling go down.." I smile softly. Biting back a few tears. "....Thank you, Carol." She smiles back. She looks concerned.  Her eyes are filled with sadness and hurt. "Anytime (y/n)." There's a short silence.. Before she gives me a gentle hug. I hugged her back. I know I joke a lot about how she's like an auntie, but she's more like a mom to me. She's always been here for me. "...I.. have to go to class now... I might be sent to the counselor's office for being absent... so... I won't be near him for too long." I say softly. She sighs, and gives me a gentle squeeze. "Okay... Be safe.." She pulls away from the hug. Giving me the same smile from before. "....I will." I smile back, before shakily getting to my feet. She frowns. "Will you be okay to walk...??" She asks with concern. "....Yeah.." There's another silence. ".... Promise?"

"I promise."

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     She hesitantly hands me a paper. "Bye, Carol.." I shakily exit the room. She mutters a soft goodbye as I leave. I slowly make my way to class. The hallways are quiet. Empty. But something about it is promising.. Hopeful.. Yet it's still melancholy. I give a soft sigh, before I enter the classroom. Thankfully, everyone is doing group work, but it goes quiet. I set the paper on Mr. Franken's desk. He just stares at me. Mouth slightly agape. "You need to go to your counselor immediately. You're in big trouble, (y/n)."

     Oh thank god. For once I want to be in trouble. Ironic isn't it? I don't respond. I just sigh, and turn. I start to walk towards the door, as i do i catch a glimpse of Michael. He looks... Horrified. Sad, Upset. A cocktail of emotions washes over his face. Oh god.. I feel horrible. He must have worried so much.. It's all my fault... I should have let him help me.. But he could have gotten hurt.. I couldn't risk it. Who knows what Kennith would have done to him? He threatened Michael with a knife... knowing him, he could have easily gone through with killing him. "(Y/n). Go. Now." Mr. Franken urges. I realized that I just sat there staring at Michael. I mutter a quick apology, before leaving.

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A/n

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