Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 14

Even though I could not help him, I still went after him. I was bent over in pain and I was crying, making my vision blurry. I see Michael going into the elevator. I stop it and go inside. "Go back to your flat." He orders.

"Only with you." I reply.

The elevator door is about to close but I put my foot in it and it reopens.

"Why are you so stuck on the fact that we could realistically be together?" He asks me, rubbing his temples gently.

"Because we could." I say to him.

Instead of arguing like I expected him to do, he picks me up and I wince. He slowly carries me back to my flat and opens the door. "You're fucking heavy Jesus Christ." He swears, putting me on the couch.

"I think you're just weak." I respond.

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Nothing was broken, just a lot of bruising. I knew because I could move everything without the immense pain a break would cause me.

Michael had scrubbed the dried blood off of my body and he felt quite guilty for the entire thing.

"You look like shit." He laughs, running his fingers through my hair.

I had my head on his lap as we lay on the couch. "Your attitude is shit." I tell him.

"Fair enough." He shrugs.

I sit up from the comfortable position, and I kissed his cheek gently. Michael turns his head and kisses my lips. He leans into it and I lean back as he slowly crawls on top of me. He tugs at the hem of my shirt and I pick myself up, wincing because of the injuries; as he pulls the shirt off of me. He examines my torso, "I'm sorry about this baby." He whispers and my heart skips a beat. Baby. 

I smile as he kisses the light purple bruises, and stops at my jeans then goes back and kisses my lips. "My Mum is going to be home soon." I say to him, looking at the clock.

"Okay." He replies simply, getting off of me. He tosses me my shirt, and I pull it over myself.

"Are we going to stay like this? Or are you going to go back to yourself at school tomorrow? I don't want this to be a secret. If you want to be with me like I think you do you'll prove that to me." I question him.

He glares at me, and I could tell that he was mad from my comment. He says, "I will try. I don't want to be hated at school."

"It is just school! Will it really matter how people thought of you when you graduate? Why take fake happiness and fake friends over something more real?" I continue interrogating him.

"I'm leaving." He tells me quietly, and goes over to the door. I see him put on his shoes and open the door.

I lean back on the couch and close my eyes. A couple seconds later I hear the door open and I look up to see who it was. "Mum!" I say. She looks shocked when she sees me, then I remember what happened.

"What happened?" She asks me.

"Oh um.. A couple boys at school. It's not a big deal." I cover for Michael. I've come home with bruises before, but I have never admitted that they were because of the bullying I endured. I always passed it off as tripping or some other stupid cover up. But my face looked like I was beaten, not that I accidentally fell.

"Oh my gosh, who would ever do this to you?" She asks me, dropping her things and coming over to me. I smelled smoke on her work jacket, and I frown. She was a heavy smoker. Of course she did not do it in the house, only outside, but the smell still lingered on her clothing.

She slowly and lightly runs her fingers along the bruises and cuts. "Who did it?" She asks me.

"Look Mum, I started it honestly. I called one of them an asshole, and he was autistic. He sometimes gets violent because his father hits his mother and he took after that, you know? Everyone knows the story. But he punched me and I shoved him, and his older cousin who is fairly protective of him beat me up. The autistic kid only punched me once. I shouldn't have said anything like that." I lie.

The story happened to some kid named Dustin, and he was beaten pretty bad. The autistic kid, Steve, punched him and Dustin shoved him to the ground making Steve cry. Then Steve's older cousin Jet began beating Dustin for it. All three boys were suspended for a few days, but other actions were not taken.

She believed me, though.

"I'm sorry. But you should not insult a kid with autism! Of course they should have not gotten violent with you, but you shouldn't have gotten physical back. I'm very disappointed in you, Luke." She sighs.

"I know." I reply.

"Because you were hurt in the whole incident I am not going to ground you, but if you dare touch somebody again there will be punishment. Now, go to your room. Goodnight." She dismisses me.

I could never tell her somebody did it for no reason really, and that I get bullied at school.

I go to my room and lay down in the bed, wincing at the pain. I grab my phone and open it. I decide to text Michael. I tell him about what I told my Mum and he doesn't respond.

I close my eyes and turn on my side. I don't remember when I fell asleep.