BROKEN HOME :: OT4

Je sais ce que vous faisiez ce soir-là

Chapter Ten; Je sais ce que vous faisiez ce soir-là

Michael almost feels as if his heart is going to escape his cage as he sees Ashton on his bedroom; he should have known he wasn't going to get away with it. He is a terrible liar and those who studied him carefully must have seen the symptoms.

"Wh-what are you talking about?" he swallows as he takes off his shirt and reaches above Ashton to get his sweater. That is when the curly haired boy stops him from putting the fabric on, and brings up his fingers to his body.

Michael looks at him attentively before clearing his throat; "Oh my god I am so sorry. I didn't even ask if you were okay with this? Are you okay with this? Cause they just look so fresh and I know that is going to be triggering for you, and I am sorry, wow, I seriously need to stop talking."

His ramble stops for a second before Michael brings up Ashton's hand to his stomach and let him trace the red marks on his skin. Ashton looks at them with so much fascination and Michael wishes he doesn't because it makes him feel exposed.

Perhaps this was the distraction Ashton needed from confronting the boy at his false statement; and so Michael closes his eyes and feels the finger tips of Ashton travelling up and down his skin, trying to focus on the warmth of the boy's rather than how the touch seems familiar to him.

His head is a non- stopping train which is visiting different stations right now; first his mind goes to his mom, because she always comes first for him- even when she is miles away, even when he is in bed with a girl, even when he is on the floor and cleaning up after his father's mess, she is always the first thing on his mind.

Then it drifts to the blue haired girl whom he never actually talked to; he wonders why her hair was blue and not green or purple or red. He wonders if she has secrets of her own and whether if she is dating the red haired guy.

The next bus stop is Tyler, for his train doesn't want to stop by at Calum and is resisting the fantasy; he starts to wonder where he would be if he was convicted a day later without a completely different lawyer. He doesn't understand how someone can be so kind from their heart, and let people lie to them to his face.

He skips Calum once again and his thoughts go to Officer Hemmings; he wants to know what his first name is, and why he became an officer. Surely he would have done great in the modelling industry but what kind of person would choose a job such as his? He reminds himself that he is in no position to judge others. But he finally wants to know what he really thinks about him.

After all the resistance, his mind stops by Calum and it stays there for a while. It doesn't wonder or want anything. It just stays there, comforted by the presence of the boy. The fingertips on his skin remind him of the time Calum used to tell him how beautiful he is and all the late night discussion which took place during sleep overs.

What happened to that?

He comes back to reality and finds the boy sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands disconnected from his skin. He puts on his sweater and tries to put on music so that the boy is distracted. He isn't. Michael isn't distracting Ashton, no, Michael is distracting himself.

"What were you really doing that night?" he asks and the words feel almost foreign to Michael, for nobody has looked past him and not believed what he has said.

"I told you that I was buying a cleaning product. If you need a receipt, I can bring it to you from the garbage can." It almost comes out as sarcastic but it is the only defence he has. He doesn't want to come across rude, that is the last thing he wants. He is just a boy trying to survive in a complicated world.

But Ashton is not buying it; he could feel the lie vibrating from the shorter boy's body. And although he doesn't want to push it, he knows honesty is the only way in to winning a case, or so he thinks it is.

"Look, if you don't believe me fine; but make sure you have a good enough evidence to support your point before exposing me to everyone. Who knows, you might not be as good at this lie detecting thing as you think you are."

Michael doesn't know where the sudden confidence is coming from; but he loves it. He has always been the person to bite their tongue and not really speak out about ideas unless it was necessary. But he isn't going to let a simple boy ruin his chances of winning this case for both himself and Calum.

He is not going to let ANYTHING ruin his chances.

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