NoahXMichael Au's<3

Abusive Noah AU

Idea from - Rh0q3x cuz if it wasn't for them you'd probs have 2 wait longer till I get enough motivation 2 write another chapter which would've been smut 🤷‍♀️
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Abuse (pretty obv but like sme ppl r dumb 🤡)
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Michael's pov:
Three years.

Three whole years ago everything went downhill. I don't know what happened.
Three years ago we were both happy and close now, I don't even know anymore.

Two years ago he'd started his new job and something struck him.

Do I know? No.

Thinking about it only made the pain in my heart increase so I distracted myself by making dinner. He'd be home in ten minutes, hopefully I could set everything up before he comes in.

Or I'll be a punching bag to him again.

He wasn't always like this, he would never hurt me on purpose. And it wasn't on purpose, technically. He'd been abusing the use of alcohol which caused him to get violent and obviously I was his way out of it.

The scar on my hip from when he'd threw a knife at me because his food wasn't warm enough began to sting again. I held onto it, the pressure easing the pain.

When he was sober he was okay, he was himself. Unfortunately though it was rare, very rare.

Those days were my favorite.

Except I don't remember the last time he was sober.

People don't normally work on the weekend, it's their rest days, not Noah's though, he worked all seven days, from five am to eight pm, none stop on computers, emailing, fighting, arguing and whatever else.

I hadn't told a soul, not even Maisie or my father who the two people I trusted because all people would say was to divorce him.

But they don't know him like I do. And they don't know that I've already tried, multiple times.

We'd argue, he'd hit over and over, I used to fight back, but he'd hit harder and harder till it was hazy, then I'd yell and say I'm done with him, and his normal self would spark back up, he'd beg me to stay, crying, and I'd forgive him. He'd heal my wounds, kiss them better, he said he'd stop and we'd go to sleep.

And it repeated and repeated, till I gave up trying and let him take his anger out on me, I wouldn't leave him ever though. Even if it was my only option.
Because to me, I was his only hope. Despite his words and actions, his eyes spoke something different.

I just needed to find out what got him like this, who got him like that. And when I'd find out, I will never be the same again.

A harsh knock appeared on the door, then a grunt. I rushed over to the door and opened it, smiling as sweetly as I could. I took his bag and his bottle, half full of vodka, he walked through sighing and throwing his blazer onto the sofa along with his tie. I dropped his bag onto the floor and followed him to the kitchen, placing his bottle on the table.

"For once you did what your asked." He stroked my cheek, I looked into eyes, red streaks in his eyes, his pupils dilated.

"You should sit down." I whispered
I sat on the chair next to him, helping him sit.

He was more drunk than usual, it'd take seconds for me to do something wrong that'll spark him and boom, more bruises to add up.

Barely had even healed, it wouldn't take long before my body had no skin except purple bruises.

He stunk of alcohol, the strong smell filling my nose, he ate slowly, struggling before he gave up and begun drinking the rest of his beer. I watched him carefully, praying that'd be his last bottle.