My bodyguard // Noah x Michael // Royal AU

8. ~You like WHO?~

Part two!!! Idea also from SpongebobIsGayyz

I'm so sorry about the delayed upload!!

Noah's pov:
I was still looking at Michael as I listened to his side of the story about his life. It wasn't surprising that Michael's parents were abusive scumbags. I saw it first hand one time. I was a bit surprised at Michael's mention of the other bodyguards he's had.
"What do you mean when you say you make them quit for your own entertainment?" I ask him.

I can see the hesitation on his face.
"How else am I supposed to have fun? My parents don't even let me hang out with my friends... That's why I snuck out with you to see them..." Michael admits to me. "I make all my bodyguards so fed up with me, they quit. I was gonna make you quit, but you're... different..."

I stay silent for a minute, letting all that information sit in. I can't imagine living his life to be honest. I try to talk a little calmer.
"I know you did that... but that's messed up..."

"Stupid..." Michael trails off. "I know..."

I paused, looking at him with a more angry look. Well, maybe angry wasn't the word.
"You literally make them quit their jobs for your own entertainment. You realize how sick that sounds."

Michael stops to look at my eyes for a second.
"You know how sick I am?" Michael gives an unamused laugh. "Do you see where I've grown up?"

I clenched my jaw tightly. I think Michael would have been a great person if it weren't for his upbringing. It still angered me to realize he's not normal. For some reason, I still have sympathy for him.
"That may be true, Michael, but do you not realize what's wrong with that? How messed up it is? You're messing these poor people up financially for your own entertainment."

"You don't understand." Michael sighs. "You didn't grow up the way I did."
Michael accidentally snaps that last part out.

I've been trying to keep any anger in, but with the way Michael's acting, it's not very easy to do that anymore.
"Do I need to have grown up the same way to understand? Can't you just acknowledge what you're doing is wrong?"

"Well like you said, I'm a sick person. Maybe that's why I also hurt myself and watch it bleed."
Michael clearly wasn't a thinking. He was admitting things I know he would never. But I swear, Michael is smart for only showing one wrist that had nothing yesterday in the bathroom at the meet and greet.

My eyes trailed to his sleeved wrists. Without thinking, I grab his wrists, intending to look at them. Just as I thought, the wrist I grabbed first had nothing. The one I was shown yesterday. But what about the other one? As I grabbed the other one, Michael basically gave up and just let me see.

I knew what I was going to see, but still prepare myself. I tried to keep my voice steady while looking at the prince's wrist, slowly lifting his sleeve.
"God, you're such a dumbass sometimes..."

Michael paused for a moment.
"Why?" He asks. His tone looked like he wished he never said anything to me at all today.

Okay, maybe calling him a dumbass wasn't the best thing right now, but Michael was making me very worried. My voice was strained by how hard I was trying to be gentle.
"Do you not realize how worried I am for you? Your wrist- look at it. You can't be doing that."

Michael paused while looking at my eyes.
"Nothing I can do about it now, is there?"

I took a very heavy deep breath.
"That's not the point. The point is you need to stop."

Michael pushes me away, pulling his sleeves down.
"Just leave me alone. I'm going to see what they want."

I stumbled back very slightly when Michael pushed me. I let out a small grunt.
"You can't just push me away while I'm trying to understand you!"
I could tell Michael was ignoring me now. I clenched my fists as I was pissed off.
"Jesus, you can't just ignore me now!" Michael still ignores me, walking off to his parents in the dining room.