"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~63~ "Midnight."

TW: violence, blood
*Events take place about a week after they come home.*
~Michael~
12 AM and I was fast asleep, warm, comfortable, and in the middle of a good dream. Until a cry over the baby monitor woke me up. I slowly opened my eyes, hoping Willow would quiet herself down. She hasn't woken up in the middle of the night in a long time, she can usually put herself back to sleep.

But she didn't stop, her voice getting louder. "I got up last time.." Noah mumbled before I had the chance to ask him to get up.

"Alright, alright .." I huffed, peeling myself out of his arms and standing up with a yawn.
I put some shorts and a T shirt on, walking across the hallway to her room and opening the door.

She continued to cry as I flicked the light on. "It's okay.." I walked over to her crib.
Just as I looked down, suddenly a fist smashed against my face and I fell to the ground. "Fuck!" I yelped, feeling blood rushing down from my now bruised nose. "What the fuck?!" I yelled, turning my head to see who had just fucking clocked me.

I looked up, growling as I saw a man with dark hair standing in front of me.

Wait.

Sharp sort of square jaw, crooked nose and dark eyes, I know him.

Mathew Colin, from fucking high school of course. Liam's friend who followed him around like a lost puppy.

"Well, you may be a whiny little bitch, but at least you can take a punch." He laughed, crouching down.

Liam's dead and he must be pissed about it.
They've always been so obsessed with each other.

I remember how he thought Liam drugging me was the funniest shit in the world, they'd laugh about it the next day like I was a gullible idiot, saying I was just a lightweight and that's why I couldn't remember anything the next morning. Even if I swore I didn't have a drop of alcohol the night before.

"What do you want?" I glared, looking behind him and seeing the windowed balcony door smashed to pieces, glass littering the floor.
I sniffed, the blood dripping from my nose onto my shirt.

"Well, when I heard your mate murdered my friend, I thought I'd pay a little visit." He stood up, grabbing Willow from the crib and holding her in his arms. "Maybe he can learn what it feels like to lose somebody." He smirked, Willow cried, reaching for me.

"Put her down!" I demanded. He looked at me for a moment and tilted his head before he released her without warning, letting her fall.

I rushed to catch her, grabbing her in the nick of time and holding her body against my chest so tightly I could feel her heartbeat.

"Get the fuck out of my house. I don't know what your plan is here but it's not going to fucking work." I stood up, placing Willow down in her crib as I talked, trying not to drip any blood on her.

As soon as I finished my sentence, I caught him off guard by pouncing on him with enough force to push him to the ground on his back.
I grabbed a piece of broken glass, "But, first, you tried to hurt my kid." I growled, stabbing the shard into his arm, blood spewing out onto the hardwood floors.

"Fuck!—" He yelled out with pain, grabbing my neck and flipping me over. I scratched at his hands as he choked me against the floor. "You've always been a pathetic, whiny, good for nothing bitch." He groaned with the stinging pain from the stab.

I spat up at him, he quickly slapped me in response. "You don't deserve this. You should've been a two cent whore on the street, you don't deserve a kid you can barely protect, you don't deserve a palace of servants." His grip on my throat tightened, I coughed, ripping his hands until they bled with my claws.
"And," He leaned in closer, I grabbed onto his wrists, "—I am going to watch the life leave your eyes so you can finally get the ending you were supposed to have years ago. You should have died in Liam's basement, not him." His eyes were filled with pure rage.