Michael x Noah 🙏

42. ~William.~

Michaels pov:
I open my eyes, or so I thought. All I could see what black. OW- I forgot Fredrick literally stabbed me! The familiar smell of my dad's rotten basement fills my senses. I haven't smelt it in years. It's horrible. I'm tied to a chair, my side hurts like fucking hell. I can't see. What a great fucking day.

I hear the basement door open and footsteps I memorized to be m Williams.
"Ah, Michael! So nice of you to visit your father." I could feel his fake smile.
"I wouldn't be here if I didn't have to be." I referred to being tied to the chair. My voice a little weak since it hurt to do as little as say a word from that stab wound.
"Hm. This is a bit... extra." William walks over to me and pulls the blindfold off as well as untie me. "Don't want my very own son to hate me."
"I already do hate you."
"Ah, no you don't, son." He ruffles my hair. I move my head backward.
"Daddy!" I hear yell from the top of the stairs.
William sighs. "Yes, Elizabeth?" He calls back.
"I hear Mikey's voice! Is he here?" She yells back.
William looks at me and covers my mouth. "No, sweetie, Mikey's in New York with Noah." William grabs my arm as soon as Elizabeth shuts the door. He drags me into an office room, which hurt a lot by the way. Maybe next time don't have your co-workers stab me. He shuts the door to the office room and shoves me on the ground.
"Ow!- Asshole." I say after I hit the ground.
"Listen. You're to watch your mouth here. I'm your father. I've lived with you for 18 years. I know your weaknesses when it comes to hurting you, so if you fuck up, I won't hesitate."
"Gee, you finally realize you suck!" I laugh out.
"Michael. If I were you, I'd shut the fuck up now."
"Or what?" I test him.
He pauses for a moment, letting out a very annoyed breath. He turns around and walks upstairs, pissed.

For the next two hours, I sit, lost in my own thoughts. Has Noah started to look for me? Will he even know where I am? I might have to get out of this one in my own...

Noah's pov:
I've been pacing around the mall, again and again and again. It's gotta have been at least three hours. Finally, I run into Fredrick, except, he's not with Michael anymore.
"Fredrick!" He turns around at my panicked voice.
"Woah, what's goin on? You okay?" He places a hand on my shoulder.
"Where's Michael?"
He shrugs.
"Fredrick. Where is he." I ask again, more stern.
"Michael? Who's that?" Fredrick asks, trying to be serious.
"I know you did something! I knew I had a bad feeling about you." I grab the collar of his shirt. "Where. Is. Michael."
"I can't say. I'll give you a hint though." He pauses. "But only because I feel horrible for him... the name starts with a W and ends with an M." Then, Fredrick walks away. He did something. But, he said he felt bad, that's why he gave me a hint... is he being... forced? W and M... William. That fucking- FUCK!
"FREDRICK!" I yell so he can hear me since he's already kinda far. He turns around and looks. I motion for him to come back, and he starts walking back into the store.
"Hm?"
"Can we talk somewhere more... private?" I ask, looking at the bathroom. Fredrick looks around, like he's seeing if anyone is watching and nods.

We both make it into the bathroom. It was a one person bathroom so nobody could walk in.
"I have a question. I need you to be honest." I look him dead in the eye. It's weird looking into eyes that are almost my height. I'm used to Michaels short ass. "If you're honest, it might involve some cash for you." I pull out $800 from my pocket
"I- Noah, I don't want your money." He says.
"Are you being forced to do whatever it is you're doing?" I finally ask.
"Noah-"
"Are you being forced to hurt Michael?" I interrupt him, not trying to hear excuses.
"I-... I can't say." He looks away.
"Fredrick, this is why I brought you here. So you could tell me in private."
He sighs. "Yes... Okay. Michaels with William. I know you're gonna kill me, and I really think I deserve it, but I know Michael can fight. I know he knows how to. Which is why I had to... stab him..."
My eyes widen when he explains the last part. He stabbed Michael! Oh my god- okay, calm down. He obviously didn't because he's being forced.
"You stabbed him? What else?" I try to say in the calmest was possible.
"Drugged him... so he'd pass out..." Damn it. Okay, he's telling me everything I need to know. Don't lash out at him.
"I'm sorry Noah... I wish I didn't do it... but they have too much on me..." He looks down.
"It's okay, Fredrick." I put a hand on his shoulder for moral support. "We can fix this."
"No.. Michael will hate me! He'll never forgive me. My best friend. I ruined it." Fredrick continues looking down.
"I'll convince him too- come on, we've got work to do." I grab his hand and drag him behind me.

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