"Beautiful" (Omegaverse Michael x Noah)

~65~ "Borrowed."

Happy Valentine's Day

Here's a shit ton of angst.

TW/CW: Blood, violence, mention of SA (not graphic, no SA scene.), violence against a child.

~Noah~
I woke up to a harsh sun shining in through the window, rolling over and expecting to feel Michael's warm body still against me, but instead being met with only an empty mattress with his faint scent.

Almost never was Michael up before me. I grabbed my phone and checked the time, 8:37.
I yawned and sat up, placing my phone in the pockets of my sweatpants before walking out of the room.
The house was strangely silent, not a sound from the kitchen or living room. Maybe Willow wasn't up yet, somehow.
I walked over to her room across the hallway, seeing her crib empty. I don't know why I thought she would be in there, she mostly sleeps in our room right now until we find Mathew and I know she can be safe alone.

Mathew. Fuck.

A suddenly panicked feeling washed over me as I rushed to the kitchen. I was met with glass from the window shattered all over the floor. Broken shards of tiny glass knifes spread out everywhere, I couldn't take one step without getting cut.

I noticed a piece of paper on the counter, and as I read it, I slumped to the floor, gripping my hair in my hands as I held back the urge to just fucking scream and shout.

"Borrowed some things that belong to you, hope you don't mind."

I grabbed the closest thing I could reach, a mug on top of the counter, and threw it at the wall, watching the ceramic clay smash, it's bits falling in with the rest of the glass.

I balled my hands up into fists and hit my head with them, I needed somewhere to put all of the anger that was boiling up inside of me and nothing seemed to help.

The only thing that could help would be seeing blood pour from that motherfucker's face.
Seeing his body go up in flames, or be tossed in the trash like nothing.

And mixed in with the anger underneath was the fucking pain of imagining what he was doing to Michael and Willow, how he was hurting them.

"Oh my god, what happened?" Posi suddenly walked in the room, I looked up at her.

"He took Willow and Michael.." I mumbled, feeling like if I spoke any louder I'd shout.
Her face dropped, her eyes darting around the room as she tried to figure it all out.

"Whe-where?" She hugged herself, her breath quickening.

"You think I fucking know!?" The boiling feeling finally came over as I yelled at her.
She tensed up, looking down at me with fear, and I then felt terrible.
"I'm sorry." I lowered my tone.

She slumped down on the floor next to me, a bit of caution still in each step she took.
"We'll find them." She awkwardly said, as if it was more of a question.

I laughed, a sharp and quick laugh. "You don't know that." I looked over at her.

"I- No.." She turned her head away, "I don't."

~Michael~
Mathew's basement was a cold, poorly lit, concrete nightmare. And I was smack in the middle, unable to wake up from it.
I stood, my wrists tied to a bar above my head in a vulnerable, uncomfortable position. Unsure where he had taken Willow, I desperately tried to get out of the restraints. I would have murdered for a chance to know that she was okay.
My clothes were dusty and dirty, a pair of shorts and a T-shirt I was sleeping in before he took me.

I looked down at my stomach, I took a scent suppressant a couple hours ago, maybe he'd never know that I was pregnant.. I hated how my stomach was so open in this position; I was completely unable to protect it and it killed me.