Fall For You ~Muke Clemmings~

Chapter 18

Michael never showed up.

Of course I was curious as to why, but after twenty minutes of freezing my ass off in front of my building I went inside.

I went up to my flat and quietly entered, unknowing if my Mum was asleep or not. She probably was, she went to bed early. And when I saw that no lights were on, I was right. I slip off my shoes and go to my room, and close the door gently. I turn on my lamp and sit on my bed, when I get a call from the same number as earlier.

"Lukey I was so fucking hammered right now. I was about to leave and Calum and Ashton offered me a shot. I have had like... six? shots of vodka. Or something. I think it is vodka. I don't remember what they told me. All I know is that I feel warm inside." He tells me, hiccuping multiple times.

He was drunk.

I close my eyes and say, "Michael why did you take a shot when you were supposed to be driving?"

I try to remain calm but I am mad. "Because I wanted to. Don't be a party pooper. Ha ha, I don't think I've ever said that. Party pooper. Pooper. Pooper of a party." He giggles multiple times.

I remain silent for a few moments. "Whatever Michael." I snap, hanging up the phone.

The phone rings seven times in a row, and I let it go to voicemail.

David never texted back, either.

So once again I am alone. I get up and look at my face in the mirror. The large bruises, the swelling still on my face. I was disgusted by my own reflection.

Then I decided that I should break up with Michael. I am pretty sure we were kind of officially dating. He was not my type. He smokes, he is rude, violent, and he is fucking drunk right now. I am not sure what I was thinking.

The phone rings again, but this time I pick it up.

"Baby don't be mad at me." I hear Michael whine.

He called me baby.

But I could not focus on that right now.

"Michael," I say, not sure what to continue it with.

"Walk back and meet me baby. There is some woods behind Ashton's house and I wanna see you. We can be alone. Please." He begs through the phone. I check the time and it is almost ten.

"I can't Michael, I don't wanna be out past my curfew." I deny his offer.

"Please." He says once more and I want to deny it again, but I don't.

"See you soon." I sigh, hanging up the phone.

I keep my lamp on and use my phone as a flashlight for the hallway. I put my shoes back on and grab my keys. I go into the elevator and go down. I leave the building and go out back to the shed where the kids and such would store their scooters and bikes so nobody would steal them. I use the key to unlock it and go in, turning the light on.

I see my bike and I turn it around and bring it out, turning the light off as well.

I put my keys and my phone into my front pocket. I loved riding my bike at night. It might've been cold but it felt nice while biking.

I quickly biked over to Ashton's house, and I was there in about ten minutes.

I throw my bike into the lawn and go up to the door and knock. Michael opens it.

He was trashed and it was obvious.

"Baby." He smiles, almost falling into me when trying to give me a hug.

"Hi." I reply, still mad. He takes my hand, closing the door behind him. 

"Ashton and Calum have gone to bed. Or should I say couch. Cause they are asleep on the couch. Not a bed." Michael explains poorly, and I sigh.

He pulls me to the woods and we follow a path and it leads to a large area with beer bottles everywhere and old cigars.

"We go here to hang out. But it can be our special place." He tells me, kissing me. Something strong, yet kind of fruity, contaminates my lips. I pull away and it begins to sting. I wipe my lips, not wanting to have any alcohol in my mouth. I do not want the taste.

"Michael." I say to him as he glares at me.

"I wanna kiss you. And you're gonna let me or I'll be mad." He tells me, his words extremely slurred. His balance was off and I felt like he was gonna fall.

Is he a lightweight or is it just a lot of vodka?

He walks over to me and instinctively I back up. I hit a large oak and press my back up against it.

"I like you. I like your body. And your lip ring. And your hair. And you have really pretty eyes." He tells me, stumbling into me. He pushes his body forcefully up against mine.

He kisses me on the lips, but I don't kiss back. I don't like it when he is drunk.

He kisses my cheek and down my neck. He tugs at the bottom of my shirt, and begins to lift it. What is he doing?

I try to push him away but he was stronger than I was, even drunk. I couldn't push him off me.

He pulls my shirt up and pushes me up against the rough bark harder when I do not lift my arms up. I slowly do so.

I was cold, and a bit scared of him.

"I just want to be loved by someone, you know? Now that I have you I want all of you." He once again slurs.

"No." I say to him, trying to push him off.

He moves his body away just to move back a second later. And he repeats.

I felt something in his jeans. I knew what it was.

"Stop." I say to him, and he moves away.

"Why doesn't anyone like me? My father used to do this to me. He always told me that is how you express love." Michael cried.

I take a quick breath of air. His father used to undress him?

I hope that is not what he meant. I really hope it is not what he meant.

"Well not to me. But to my Mum. And he made me stay in the room. It came out wrong." He sobs.

"Michael.." I say to him, knowing he is revealing too much.

"He was always drunk and she would always say no. He would hit her though when she said no, but I don't wanna hurt you Lukey. You're too cute for me to hurt you more. You already have many wounds. I want to be like my father, Luke. Demanding, in control. But he just hits me and tells me I'm not good enough to be his son. That I'm too weak." He continues to cry.

I move over to him.

I wonder if Calum had a broken home.

It seems that Ashton does, and Michael as well. And they are violent. Controlling.

I wrap my arm around his neck and use my other hand to wipe away his tears. "Quiet Michael. There is no need to be upset." I try to say smoothly, calming him down.

He bends down and I follow. He takes his coat off and puts it on the ground, lying his head on it. I lay down with him, and he puts his head on my chest.

"I'm sorry for ditching you." He whispers.

I don't respond, I just run my fingers through his hair. We had school tomorrow, but if I'm late I'll come up with an excuse.

Michael was asleep quickly, softly snoring.

This thing happened quick. He was drunk and spilled a couple things he probably shouldn't have. I am not going to bring them up again, he might be mad. I lay there, his head on my chest, and I fall asleep. Cold but comfortable.