Jet Black Heart - muke - COMPLETED

-twelve-

Luke walked straight into town. He knew Calum would be hanging around there still.

He watched as Calum sat on a bench with Ashton on his lap, looking like they were reasoning with each other.

Luke stormed over.

"Luke..." Calum said with false confidence.

"Calum." Luke snarled. "Mind if I talk to you?"

"He d-doesn't wanna talk to you." Ashton whimpered. He knew Luke wouldn't be here for any healthy reason.

"Shut up Ashton," Calum rolled his eyes, standing up and walking about ten feet up to Luke.

"What do you want Hemmings?"

"This." Luke spat as he threw his fist into Calum's face.

Calum cried as he hit the ground.
"What did I do now?"

"Just finishing off things." Luke mumbled as he sat on Calum, throwing punches until the boy was unresponsive.

"Luke stop!" Ashton screamed, dropping to his knees.

"No." Luke grunted, staring at Calum. "Who's ugly now?" He laughed, punching Calum's surely broken nose again.

Ashton scrambled over to the two, pulling on Luke's shirt. Out of instinct Luke elbowed Ashton in the face, making him fall down too with a scream.

Luke got off Calum and kicked him again.
"Piece of shit."

He looked over at Ashton, who was on the floor clutching his nose.

"I'm sorry it had to be this way." He said softly.

"Where the hell is Michael whilst you're doing this?!" Ashton exploded.

Luke realised.
"Shit."

He rushed back home, the whole 20 minute walk, managing to cut it down to 15 minutes.

He burst into the small boys room.

"Michael?!" He yelled worriedly.

He shakily unlocked the bathroom door after he received no response.

His heart froze as he stared at Michael, who was curled up in a ball on the floor.

"Mikey!" Luke started to cry as he knelt down to try and get anything from him.

His eyes were closed and he wasn't breathing properly.

"Baby." Luke said, tapping Michaels face to try and wake him up.

After a tonne of shaking him and calling his name the small boys eyes started to open.

But when they did Luke wished they hadn't.

Michaels eyes were a cold stone green, and his face a pale chilling white.
He started to recall events of before and sat up slowly.

"Babe, I'm so sorry." Luke plead, resting a hand on Michaels thigh.

Michael bolted away from Luke's touch, bringing his knees to his chest as he started to cry silently.

"Mikey no, please." Luke looked at the boy with furrowed eyebrows.

"G-g-go." Michael squeaked.

Luke knew that this was not a time he could simply refuse. Michael needed space.

His head hung low as he walked to the bedroom door. He heard muffled cries from behind him but knew there was no use in trying.

He'd broken michael.

Michael was broken.

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