It Started With A Follow| mgc•lrh

Chapter 11|Memories

⚠Dream is dirty(smut)⚠

*Michael's pov*

I wake up in the hospital.

"Michael?" I look at Luke, his eyes are red and puffy and his skin is paler than usual making the tip of his nose look redder.

"y-you're okay" He walks closer "I-I thought I might've lost you" I shake my head "no, never Luke" I grab his hand and he sits on the edge of the bed "even like this you look beautiful" He whispers and cups my cheek

I blush "I do?" Another voice pipes in and I almost recognize it immediately

"Michael!" I look over at her "mum?" She comes over to my side "I came as quickly as I could are you okay?" She kneels next to the bed looking at me, her eyes show fear "I'm fine" She looks at my stomach and stands up again walking over to Jack.

"I could throw you in jail for hitting a minor!" He flinches slightly and looks down, regret taking over his features "I know ma'am..and maybe I deserve that.."

I try to sit up, to do something to stop that from happening but instead a sharp yelp elicites from my throat and pain courses throughout my body once more. All attention goes to me, and again I fight back the tears threatening to spill.

I feel a light arm drape over my waist and a head rest on my chest over my heart. I relax instantly, turning into jelly under his touch.

He looks up at me, his crystal blue eyes a bit brighter than before "relax baby" He speaks softly to me, his tone making my relaxation even easier.

I let my eyes fall shut and sleep take over my body.

☆Here starts his dream☆

I try to pull away from his grip but he's too strong, he will always be stronger than me.

He smirks "what's wrong baby I thought you liked when I overpowered you" I shake my head and he pushes me back against the wall "what happened the last time you disobeyed me?" I swallow hard "I-I got p-punished" "that's right baby, now you don't want punished again do you?" I shake my head no quickly "no what?" I whimper "n-no daddy"

His lips crash on mine and I taste alcohol. Explains a lot, Jack is never like this unless he's had a few drinks.

He kisses down my neck "are you gunna let daddy fuck you?" I want to say no, but instead a small "yes daddy" slides out in it's place. "that's a good boy, maybe I'll give you something later" I bite my lip "now, go get in your outfit and get on the bed"

I grab my outfit and go in the bathroom and change into my black lace panties and matching knee high socks and bright red heels. No, I don't voluntarily wear this but, I don't want to get hit.. I put on my lipstick and then walk into the bedroom and over to the bed.

I lay on my back with my legs spread open and my hands above my head looking up at the ceiling.

I feel the bed dip and close my eyes "Michael look at me" I open my eyes and look up at him.

He really is beautiful, if only he could control himself.

He toys with the hem of my panties and my breathing increases slightly. I imagine he's someone else, someone who will treat me good, someone like the boy in my chemistry class. The one who always smiles at me and slips notes into my pocket as he leaves.

"it's a shame I'll have to buy another pair of these Mikey" He rips them in half and looks at me. I look into his lust filled eyes and realize that's all there is, just a lust, a hunger for something sexual. That's all Jack cares about.

He leans down so our chests are pressed together and his lips are on my neck, sloppily placing kisses as he forces himself inside me.

I've gotten used to the pain that comes with this part, and it eventually turning to pleasure, although no matter how good it feels I never make a sound.

His hips move into mine, slowly at first. He always goes slow at first cause he hates when he goes too fast and makes me bleed.

Soft moans slip past his beautifully pink thin lips.

He grabs my thighs and pushes my legs back against my chest moving a little faster.

After a few minutes his thrusts get sloppy and his moans are more frequent. and still I lay motionlessly under him, almost as if I'm dead.

He finishes inside me and then pulls out and lays next to me breathing hard.

"Michael why don't you ever do anything?" I keep staring up at the ceiling "because this isn't what I want" I feel his eyes on me and he grabs my arm, his grip tight, I've angered him. wonderful.

"look at me bitch" I look at him, unshed tears in my eyes. "what's so bad about us huh? why don't you want it?" I look down "I-I don't l-like when you h-hit me" He grunts "stop being a fucking idiot then"

He lets go of my arm and I move away from him quickly. I stand up and pull on my clothes and he stands in front of the door "where the fuck are you going?" I whimper quietly "h-home" He walks towards me and grabs my neck squeezing slightly "don't go anywhere else"

I nod quickly "y-yes sir"

☆Dream over☆

I wake up sweating and panting and my cheeks are wet.

Luke walks into the room and looks at me "morning sunshine" He smiles lightly and sits on the bed "how are you feeling?" He plays with my hair as some sort of way to comfort me.

I think about the dream-more like nightmare-I had and tears rush to my eyes.

That wasn't just any ordinary nightmare, that was what happened three years ago on my birthday.

Luke lays with me and rubs my side "c'mere lovely you're shaking" He kisses my forehead and holds me against him.

I cry silently into his chest while asking myself one question over and over again..

Why me?

♡
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