"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~38~ "Nightmare."

(APOLOGIES FOR THE NOTIFICATION I HAD TO FIX THE TILTE.)

(Trigger warning: Sexual assault (heavily implied) Abuse (specifically spousal), Liam in general.)

National hotline for sexual abuse:

1.888. 407.4747. (In US and Canada)

+1 202.501. 4444. (Overseas)

National hotline for domestic abuse:

1 (800) 799 – 7233

If you, or someone you know, thinks they might be in any type of abusive relationship, please contact help, you're not being a bother to anybody.

You deserve help.

You deserve well-being.

Please read this chapter with caution and remember that this is a work of fiction, do not attempt to recreate anything in this chapter.

(The few TW paragraphs are not necessary to read, if you would like to skip I have put the time when the TW ends :) the rest of the chapter is simply fluff and will only have brief mentions of those TW. Thank you to those who are reading, if you want to skip this chapter, I completely understand and I will see you next time!)

~Michael~ TW BEGINS

"C'mon, don't be a prude." Liam teased, handing me the cigarette we were sharing as I breathed in the smoke. The two of us sat on his bedroom floor, the entire room smelt of heavy charcoal, I can still smell it.

"I'm not.. I just don't feel like it, I had a bad day." I rolled my eyes, watching the smoke as I emptied my lungs of it, the awful taste remaining on my tongue. "You could have helped out Posi and I at lunch, you know." I grumbled, taping off the cigarette into an ash tray on his bedside table.

"What was I supposed to do?" He scoffed, taking the cigarette from me and smoking it himself, he attempted to give it back but I didn't really want it anymore.

"You could have grabbed a teacher, or at least told that little brat to fuck off. I have bruises all over my body now, she beat the shit out of us and you just stood there, you didn't even help me to the nurse."

"You can handle yourself."

"Yeah? You can too." I stood up, throwing the now burnt out cigarette down onto his floor, stepping on it as the ash stained the hardwood. I grabbed my bag and began to walk out.

"What the fuck?! My dad's gonna kill me for that!"

"Not my problem." I grabbed the door knob.

"Babe— come on." He stood up with me, placing his hand on the door before I got a chance to open it, keeping it closed. I stared up at him with a glare and crossed arms. "You can't just leave." He placed his hand on my chin, lifting my head as I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I don't care, I'm not your doll."

"You think you're special? If you don't, I'll find someone else who will—" He growled down at me, he had used that phrase on me a million times.

"Go ahead, I said no. You deaf?"

"You're so fucking uptight, you go around teasing everyone with the way you walk and those clothes you wear, but you won't follow through, you fucking cocktease."

"I'm not teasing anybody! You're literally the only one who thinks that."

"Trust me, I know what other guys think about you."