Foster Kids Muke (Slow updates)

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(^when I finally update^)
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Cause I can't breathe without you near
You keep me safe, keep me sane
You keep me honest

You keep me alive
On the edge of tonight
Chasing tomorrow
With fire in my eyes

The Edge Of Tonight-All time low

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Michael's P.O.V

I ran home... I couldn't believe he'd do that to me! After all this time, after all the pain, he doesn't realize I like him or am I just not enough for him? He such a fucking ass! I hug him when he's alone at night crying into his pillow, I care for him when no on else will, I play my guitar for him when he's lonely, I stay with him when he feels like dying and yet he betrays me. I fucking hate him!

"Mikey? Why are you crying?" A beautiful voice snapped me out of my thoughts, I was right in front of my house, Aron. I looked at him, his face was composed with a frown... I made him sad. I look closely at his face...his cheeks were stained with dry tears.

"A-Aron..." I whispered standing up walking to him but he looked down and stepped away. He shook his head slowly, I tried to reach for his hand but he pulled away.

"It hurts doesn't it." He whispered, I cocked my head to the side. He looked up and his fists were clenched in anger.

"He's using you the way you used me. For happiness. For a sense of security."

"Aron what are you talking about?"

"He used you to find happiness, to have someone who cared for him, and then he found Robbie and left you hanging by a thread. Kinda like what you did to me."  He said, tears gently leaving his eyes as he smiled up at me. I shook my head walking to him but he turned around and started walking.

"Where are you going!" I yelled, and he stopped moving.

"Home." He said continuing to move down to the sidewalk.

"NO! Aron! Jason is gonna hurt you, you can't go!" I yelled, chasing him. But he turned around and slapped me. I never thought he'd do that to me...

"I RATHER GET BEATEN UP PHYSICALLY BY HIM THAN HEARTBROKEN BY YOU!" He yelled, I nodded softly and I let him go. I never should've done that to him. I screwed up so much, the only friend I had hates me more than my father did. I walked home hugging myself...

I screwed up.
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I hopped into the shower as music blasted from my phone, my body slowly climbing into the warm capsules of water. I felt so free, the water slowly colliding with my pale skin, the burning sensation swallowing me. A soft hum falling from my lips, Mr.Brightside playing loudly. I'm free, free from drama when I'm rubbing soft blueberry shampoo into my hair. Why can't I be free all the time? What's holding me back?

"Mikey?" Jane...

"Yeah?"

"Are you almost done?"

"Yeah... why?"

"Just hurry up..."

The small girl then walked out as I rubbed soap into my arms and stomach. Oh shit.... The game... the basketball game is today. I'm dead. I jumped out of the shower pulling on my gym shorts and Jersey pulling on my wrist bands. I quickly dried my hair and ran down the stairs seeing Jane waiting for me on the couch.

"Hey Jane what time is it?"

"4:03?"

"SHIT! My games starts at 4:30... Where is Mum?"