Dreaming || Malum

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The crowd was silent.Where was Michael?Ashton walked down off his platform to Luke's microphone.

"Michael has been kicked out of the band"Ashton said bluntly.The arena stayed quiet.

They were joking,they had to be.michael would obviously run on stage and shout "Gotcha".But that's when they noticed there were only two microphones on the main stage.

"We couldn't continue the band with him anymore,more Luke couldn't.he couldn't handle the beatings from him"

The crowd gasped.What?

"We couldn't handle seeing our best friend in pain any longer so we did what we had to do"Ashton continued.

Luke had tears streaming dow. His face.Of course they were obviously fake,but the fans didn't need to know that.

If Michael was getting a lot of hate he was getting ten times more now.

-

Michael sat in his room with bruises covering his body.

He was buried under his quilt,shaking with fear and sobs racking his body.

He hated this.He hated not having what he thought were his best friends with him.

He felt his phone vibrate and he looked at the caller ID

Alex Gaskarth

He let out another sob.Alex just probably wanted to shout and hate at him just like everybody else.

But it kept ringing.For ten minutes straight.Sp he answered.

"Michael"He heard Alex gasp"Oh my god are you okay?"Michael though Alex was joking.

"I'm fine"He said quietly but Alex knew he wasn't

He didn't believe them.He knew knew what Michael was like and he knew Michael wouldn't hurt anybody.Luke's muscles were ten times the size of the boy's and he would barely have to try to fight Michael back.

Alex also couldn't get the image of the bruises covering Michael's back when they visited them on tour when his shirt lifted up slightly.

He couldn't understand how everyone believed them.It was impossible.

"okay if you say so.Hey what about when I come to Australia on tour we can meet up"He asked.

Michael closed his eyes,squinting away tears."Sure"He mumbled.

"Okay great.Call me if you need anything.Ill talk to you later ,mate,love you"Alex hung up.

Michael curled up again,trying to forget everything.Everybody hated Michael just because of a lie his ba- ex bandmates made up.He never did anything to Luke,Calum or Ashton so why did they hate him.

Now that he thinks about it how can they not hate him?He was annoying,stupid,ugly,fat,a bad singer,a bad guitarist and a fuck up.He ruined the band.

But he wondered why they waited so long to kick him out.Dod they want to torture him?

He closed his eyes again letting darkness overtake him

-

Michael lay silent,surrounded by pieces of broken guitars and pieces of paper covered in lyrics.

He had a pain in his back and side and he was seeing black spots.

"No!"Michael screamed as his father picked up his last and favourite guitar.They other ones were already smashed.

"this you're favourite one huh?"He father asked with a smirk.Michael whimpered.He picked up the guitar by the neck.

"Well why don't we have fun with this one"And with that he swung the guitar info Michael's side causing the boy to scream out in pain and fall to the floor.

He swung it again ,hitting Michael's back causing his arms to buckle underneath him .He was hit again and again until his dad got tired and smashed the guitar against the floor.He picked up Michael's song book ripping it in half before throwing it at the boy.

"Such a disappointment"He muttered leaving the room and locking it.

It was 3 days since the incident and Michael hasn't been let out of the room.Never in his life has he felt more claustrophobic.

Of course his father had left food and water for him.It was a piece of stale bread and dirty water but it was something.He didn't want him to die for some strange reason.

Everyone wanted Michael dead