turned - muke - the distortion trilogy 2

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A/N: restating that i know nothing about psych wards and that this probably isn't how things happen and if this offends you for any reason i am so sorry im just trying to write this tough part in a semi realistic manner but i have no personal experience so its a bit difficult

LUKE'S P.O.V.

A few painful hours later, a small group of people--two men dressed in what appears to be 'security' uniforms and a middle aged woman--enter the room. I look away from Michael--though it hurts to look at him in such a broken state, he's had my undivided attention--and try to read the woman's lips as she quietly converses with Tiffany.

When they're done, both women turn to me. "Luke," Tiffany smiles. "This is Michael's psychologist, Dr. Lancaster."

My eyes widen in surprise, and I stand up quickly.

"You must be the boyfriend he's always talking about," Dr. Lancaster chuckles, extending her hand. "I'm Dr. Lancaster."

I grab her hand, but I don't even bother introducing myself. "Thank you, thank you so much," I blab. "I don't know what you're doing, but he was getting better, and you need to keep doing it because...because..."

My voice cracks. Because he's getting bad again.

Dr. Lancaster gives me a soft smile. "I promise that I'll do everything I can." I nod, sniffling against my own will as tears form in my eyes again. "I'm gonna go see him now, okay?"

I nod, sitting back down at the table with my mum and Michael's. I watch Dr. Lancaster intently as she unbolts the door leading into the padded cell, I watch the two men flanking her, as if they think Michael's dangerous. I almost laugh, before remembering that Gordon is dangerous.

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MICHAEL'S P.O.V.

I hear the door swing open, I hear footsteps pad into the room, I hear Dr. Lancaster's voice calling my name, but I don't respond. My gaze is focused on my wrist.

It's healing, the stitches are beginning to fade. I'm sure that if Luke were here, he would tell me that he's proud of me, that I should be proud of me. But Luke is not here and Gordon is nowhere near as kind as Luke, so I cannot find it in myself to feel proud.

"Michael, I know you can hear me," Dr. Lancaster accuses, breaking the silence.

Don't you dare respond.

I keep my head down, trying to continue ignoring her. Partially because I'm embarrassed, partially because it's what Gordon wants, and at the moment I am too afraid and too weak to fight him.

Good.

"There's someone here to see you," my therapist adds, and it catches my attention.

This causes me to look up against Gordon's will, frowning at her. I want to ask who, but I don't trust my voice to speak.

"But," Dr. Lancaster says. "You have to answer some questions first."

No.

"They'll m-make us answer questions at some point anyways," I mumble and Gordon groans.

You give my answers, okay? You say nothing unless I tell you to.

"Okay," I agree, to both Gordon and Dr. Lancaster.

Dr. Lancaster sits down cross-legged on the floor across from me. I return my gaze to my lap, but I'm listening.

"We need to talk about what happened last night," Dr. Lancaster tells me. "Can you tell me what happened?"

I hesitate in my answer, waiting for direction from Gordon.

You were angry at Ashton, you have been this whole time. You've been planning this for a while.

"N-Not true," I argue under my breath.

Say it.

"But--"

"Michael?" Dr. Lancaster asks softly. "I want your answer, not Gordon's."

I inhale sharply, unsure of how Gordon will respond to her request. I'm afraid he'll lash out again, but he's eerily calm. It makes me nervous.

Pick up your wrist.

Confused yet obedient, I lift my forearm so it's level with my eyes.

You see those scars? I could do it again. I will do it again if you don't do what I say.

I gulp.

"Is he threatening you?" Dr. Lancaster inquires.

I look up at her, hoping my eyes can convey the answer, because my voice can't.

Her face is tight, her lips pulled into a thin line. She repeats her initial question, her time very gentle. "Can you tell me what happened last night, Michael?"

I drop my wrist into my lap, taking short and shallow breaths. "A few d-days ago A-Ashton and I...we were playing Connect F-Four and he t-told me about the girl who tried to kill her r-roommate."

"Oh?" Dr. Lancaster prompts, but I think she already knows where the story is going.

"A-And a few y-years ago G-Gordon tried to...to kill my b-best friend," I admit.

Michael I swear to God if you don't shut the f uck up--

"But it didn't work. A-And Ashton r-raped Luke, so..." I trail off, my hands beginning to shake. "I guess Gordon wanted to t-try again."

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LUKE'S P.O.V.

I watch intently as Dr. Lancaster talks to Michael. He seems kind of distant, but he's responding to her, so it's a start. I frown as I watch him, because he looks on edge, kind of shaky. Unfortunately, that isn't an uncommon look for him.

"Hey, Tiffany?" I ask, surprising myself.

She turns to look at me. "Yes?"

"Can I...can I ask you a question?" I stammer.

"Of course," Tiffany says, giving me a soft and encouraging smile.

I inhale deeply, trying to collect my thoughts. "Who was the person that he...you know, attacked?"

Tiffany's smiles turns sad, sympathetic. "His name is Ashton Irwin."

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A/N: hi friends!!!!! how's everyone doing?

i'm doing greAT EXCEPT THAT JEFF DAVIS AND A STUPID WEREWOLF SHOW  WANT TO RUIN MY LIFE

but real talk this season of teen wolf is messing me up bro

i dont know what to say here. idk. read my muke one shot book from under the cork tree!!!! bye friends!!!!