"Living Gays" (Micheal Afton x Reader)

{2} •Chapter 30• [ Have to Kill him. ]

Sorry it's a long one :(

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Mark and Simon took a whole 5 minutes of silence. Processing the disasters that you and Mike went through, Simon had a horrified look on his face. While Mark looked sick and clutched his stomach. You glanced at Mike who had a concerned look on his face.

"Are you guys ok..?" Simon finally mumbles at them with the same horror.

You blinked, that was a funny question to ask for something so serious. Mike must've thought the same and tilt his head.

"Oh yeah! Peachy! Tipped with sprinkles of trauma and pain!" He sarcastically replied, rolling his eyes and at the same times made Jazz hands.
Simon frowned and Mark slowly regained the color on his face.

"I mean it, dude. This is serious! You! Your sister-! Y/n-?!" He suddenly realized or remembered that you were in the same breathing air as them.

"what Michael's means to say is.. we're- managing." You slowly reply, giving yourself thoughts of the right words. Beside you Mike let out a small grumble, which you pleasantly ignored.

"Oh god, we should've been helping.. instead we were sitting on our lazy asses-"
"Don't worry too much, Simon. I'm glad you guys weren't there. I don't know what would've happened if you- .. if you were taken too." Michael softly let's out.

And for almost the 200th time, Fredrick screamed from the back of your eyelids. You held your eyes wide, not daring to blink. Not daring to see that image of Fredrick. 

Simon forced a smile but before he could do anything someone came from beside Michael and dumped warm spoiled milk onto Michael lap. It drew lines onto his shirt and legs, slipping through cracks. Bit's of milk found it's way onto your lap as well, you could smell it before you could feel the heat on you. 

Michael quickly rose to his feet with a loud yell of disgust, you jerked away from him with a small gasp. 

"What the hell!?" Simon rose too, leaving Mark sitting down confused. 

All eye's found it's way to a girl with actually diverse group. The whole cafeteria quieted down. 

"You. Michael Afton, care to explain why you're still attending this school?" She asks, her brown wavy hair was long and it swept her back. She wore a green shirt with a (possibly) brand logo. she shifted her position and you felt the itch to pull down her shorts. You could almost feel the fabric digging into your own thighs. 

"Excuse me?" Michael replied and his face glared daggers at the girl. Sadly she only faltered for a second. Michaels body heat started to rise, and honestly you felt yours too, cause how fucking dare she?
"You heard what I said." she bit back, "Why is a murderer doing here?" Couple of heads nodded behind her. For what exactly??

You heard a faint voice in the back of your head, like a ringing in your ears. You brushed it off. 

Michael raised an eyebrow, "I'd like to remind you that I am not a murderer. You've got the wrong fucking guy." he stepped forward and they stepped back. Almost scared of him, as if he were a monster. 

Simon nodded and Mark stepped beside Michael with a matching glare. 

"Oh please, I bet it runs in the family. You have murder blood in you. You lived with a murderer! Your bound to come out exactly like him." 

Snap. 

Michael's face had turned colder than snow. he clenched his fist and you could see the veins pulsing and moving with furry under his skin. 

There it is again, a similar voice. It almost sounds like laughter..

She smirks and covers her nose. "I'm going to make your life a living hell. I have no respect for murderers. Or families that are bound to be just as evil. I'm going to make sure you hurt nobody got it?" her whole body screamed ego and wannabe hero. Something about her made you want to shove a plastic fork into her eye, and feel the glassy orb pop.  

Michael hissed and you rested a hand on his shoulder, taking a place on the other side of Mike. 
"you know she's not worth it. She's just some random trying to pretend she's actually doing something for a change." 

She scoffed, "Don't get me even started on you. I don't get how you'd want to spend kissing a dumpster, Mike. Quite a twist." She barged on. Again laughter from the back of your head got louder. 

Who? 

Who??

Michael stepped forward but you held his shoulder tightly. You weren't going to let him get expelled. You two must  think. 

Then they started to laugh. You weren't sure what action made the group laugh, you weren't sure what made everyone in the cafeteria sneer at the two. But everything ringed your head like a forever bad memory. You and Michael froze. You made the mistake of blinking. Michael forced his eyes open, almost in a state of panic. 

There he was, that pathetic face. That cocky sneer, that stance that convinced himself what he was doing was right. That laugh like he knew he already owned the world. And there wasn't nothing we could do to overthrow him. 

You could feel yourself grab his collar and grip onto it violently.
He wasn't not getting away this time. We'll kill him. We'll make sure he's dead. I'LL make sure his organs spill out of his mouth, covered in black blood. I don't expect him to be human at all.  

You felt your breathing get heavier and heavier. 
You HAVE to KILL him. 

"Y/N!" Michael shouts, and with his voice your trance was snapped. In your hand was a green cloth that connected to the girl earlier. she was brought so close she might've tripped and broke her nose. (Not likely). 
Her face was pale and she looked horrified. her hand scrambled to free herself from your violent and stern grip.  

"What-?" You finally let go of her and stumble back. 
When did I grab her? Where was William?!

"Monsters!! BOTH OF YOU!! MURDERERS" You screeched and under her neck, the collar of her shirt was scrunched up together in a uncomfortable way. 

Michael grabbed your hand and dragged you away, you let yourself get rag dolled by him. The crowd swarming into a bigger one, to check if the victim was okay. Farther and farther until they were out of view. 

Where was William?

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