Secrets ➸ Misaac

2.8

You have no idea how long I've waited to write the actual Misaac of the story. Like. Holy. Shit. That took longer than it should've.

The song has nothing to do with the chapter I just really like Sippy Cup okay bye.

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Isaac reluctantly opened the door, Luke's bright blue eyes meeting his and he nodded.

"Th-Thanks Luke, just call me down when there's thirty minutes left, I'm already ready so,"

"Okay, your mum is driving you-" he stopped seeing Isaac's eyes, "you know I'll just ask if Ash and I could take you there."

Isaac chuckled lightly, "thanks." Luke shook his head, laughing also.

"No problem, to be honest I don't really blame you." Luke admitted, ruffling Isaac's hair making the boy pout.

"Can't blame you either, and back off the hair!" He whined, fixing his hair again making Luke laugh again.

"Luke! Can you help me with something dear!" Liz called, Luke groaned.

"Be back later." He went downstairs and Isaac shook his head laughing, walking back in his room and kicking the door shut.

Michael made grabby hands up at the boy making him giggle and jump into his arms.

Michael wrapped his arms around the boy's waist tightly, pecking his lips and holding him impossibly closer.

"I don't wanna go to therapy..." Isaac jut out his bottom lip, Michael copied and nuzzled his face into the boy's neck.

"We made a deal remember?" He whispered, rubbing circles into the boy's hips. Isaac nodded, sighing and wrapping his legs around his waist.

"But what if the person is mean.." He softly said, closing his eyes.

"I made sure you got the nicest person possible okay? I met her already and shes really nice okay?" He asked, leaving a kiss on his neck.

Isaac nodded slowly, playing with the beads on his necklace. "Why do I have to go though," He asked "I'm not that bad....am I?"

He pulled back a bit so that their eyes met, the boy shook his head.

"You aren't... But the panic attack was..." He said, Isaac looked down with tears flooding his eyes.

"All I saw was black and I couldn't feel or hear anything during it..." His voice cracked but he continued to choke back his sobs.

"Isaac you were screaming and everyone was rushing into the room, you were sweating and none of us could get you to stop so Liz called 911. Isaac I was so scared you were going to go somewhere worse than Therapy and I'd never see you again. Therapy is only an hour and a half, I just want you to get better."

"I'm sorry..." He whispered, tears overflowing his eyes. Michael started to wipe them away, one after the other.

"You don't need to be sorry, its not your fault baby and it will never be. Something just triggered your mind and we're going to find out what it is and we're gonna make you happy again." He whispered back, kissing his forehead then resting his own on the smaller boy's.

"Anything I tell the therapist she won't tell anyone right...not even Mom?" Isaac asked, Michael nodded.

"Not even your Mum."

"Okay," he let out a breath not knowing he was holding it, closing his eyes and nodding.

Michael gave him a quick peck on the lips, "you ready?" He asked.