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Tattoos: Chapter Eleven

OH MY GOD KITTENS! I'VE HAD ONE HELL OF A WEEK AND IT'S ONLY WEDNESDAY. AUTHOR'S NOTE AT THE END, PLEASE READ IT!

Third Person P.O.V

Michael decided it was time to get sweet, sweet revenge on Luke. So, when the redheaded boy woke up, he untangled his limbs from Luke's and got ready early. When it was time to wake Luke up, he put his plan into action.

Michael grabbed his supplies and snuck into their bedroom. He held in his giggle when he saw Luke cuddling Michael's pillow.

The sound of an air horn and the feeling of Nerf darts hitting Luke made him jump up. Luke grabbed a pillow and held it front of him as a shield.

"Baby! Stop!" Luke laughed. Michael giggled and seized his fire. Michael, still laughing, jumped on Luke and straddled his waist. Michael kissed Luke's nose.

"Revenge, is a dish best served cold, Lukey," Michael said. Luke chuckled and rubbed his nose against Michael's.

"That is true, babe. You got me," Michael groaned.

"Stop talking! Your morning voice is too attractive for my own good," Michael pouted. Like smirked and lowered his voice even more.

"Well, I'm sorry that my voice is sexy, baby," Michael narrowed his eyes at Luke and got off of him.

"Get ready for school, you sexy asshole," Michael grumbled, walking out of the room.

"He's gonna be the death of me. I love that little fireball."

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"Hey, fag! Where's your freak?"

"He got sick, so he got sent home," Michael responded. Conner nodded, grinning evily.

"Well, since you have no protection... I say we have a little fun."

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"Stop! Please!" Michael yelled in agony. Conner chuckled and kicked Michael once more in the ribs. Michael has been punched, slapped, and kicked all over. He's had enough, but he can't move.

"There's one more thing to do," Conner said. Michael squeezed his eyes shut as he waited for the next hit. Instead, he felt rope being tied on his arms and legs and his clothes being ripped off.

"What are you doing?! Leave me alone!" Michael said to the best of his ability. Conner ignored him as his hands ran over Michael's abused body.

"Help! Somebody, help me, please!" Michael yelled. Conner smacked him.

"Shut up, slut! You'll take what I give you!" Conner growled. That didn't stop Michael, though.

Michael thrashed around and rolled away from Conner. Conner growled and stopped fiddling with his pants, going over to Michael. Michael screamed in hopes of someone hearing.

"Help me! Anyone! I'm being assaulted! Call the police!" Michael's voice was weak. Conner had gotten his own pants and boxers off, stroking himself until he was fully hard. Michael took a deep breath.

"HELP!"

Michael's voice echoed for miles. He shut his eyes and sobbed. He didn't want this. He wanted Luke. He wanted to be back home with Luke on the bed, cuddling and watching Kevin From Work.

Footsteps were heard, punches were thrown, and Michael was saved. He opened his teary eyes and looked at his savior.

"A-Ash?" He whimpered. Ashton gasped.

"Michael! Oh my god, buddy! I-I'll get you out of this. Do you need anything? Stay with me, Mike."

"L-Lukey."

Michael's vision went black.

HEY GUYS! ew I just puked in my mouth.

Anyway, I went to open house today to meet my teachers.

Aad the other day, my account went bezerk. I couldn't see my library, notifs, stories, it said I wasn't logged in, I couldn't update. It was crazy. But it got fixed!

I love you, my flawless kittens!
Love,
Audrey 8=======D
IM SO NOT READY FOR SOUNDS GOOD FEELS GOOD