I just want to protect you || muke fanfiction

7. smoking in a cemetery

Luke POV.

"Luke... Honey, I think its time to go to school again. It's been a week, you can't miss anymore of school Luke.

We'll find Michael." I hear my mom say.

"Luke please let me in."

I don't answer. He's still in danger. God knows what has happened to him by now.

"Luke please..."

I turn my music on, Anti-Vist by Bring Me The Horizon.

"Luke I just want to help you..." I turn the music up even louder.

A couple minutes later I hear someone knocking on my door again.

"Can't you just leave me alone!" I yell.

"It's me Luke, Calum." I sigh.

"Please let me in..." I get up and open the door.

"Hey" he says softly and gives me this goddamn worried look.

"Hi, please close the goddamn door."

He closes it and asks me how I'm doing.

Well I'm great actually, except for the fact that I'm fucking dying inside because I just let that bastard take Michael and now I have no fucking clue where he is!

"I'm fine" I lie he simply nods and asks if I'm going to school tomorrow.

"I don't know" I answer him.

Michael POV.

"Why the hell won't you talk, look at me when I'm talking to you!" He hits me again. It won't stop, I've given up caring a couple days ago.

"No one is coming for you Michael. They don't want you, they never did. You ruined their lives, just like you ruined mine. You're a failure, a mistake. You can't even talk anymore, you're so weak Michael."
He's been drinking again I can smell it.

There are two other man in this house, I think those are his friends. Everyday he comes down here to the basement to yell at me or to hit me, and he gives me food and water 'just to keep me alive'. I don't even eat anymore. What's the point? He doesn't care about me, no one does. He's mean and stuff but he's right, everyone is better off without me.

He walks out of the room.
I carefully get up because of all the bruises. The only thing I have here is a pencil and a sketchbook, I get them and begin to draw a bit.
Hours pass. It's so quiet that it's almost too loud.

"Mikey, oh Mikey."
I quickly put my sketchbook away, they're coming down. I hear that they're unlocking the door but I look away. I know they're gonna hit me, they're drunk and won't stop hurting me until I pass out.

Luke POV.

My alarm goes off. Like I needed to wake up, ugh. I've been awake the whole night. I couldn't sleep. The whole night I'd been thinking of Michael. Today I have to go to school. I promised my mom, I'm a pain in the ass for her anyway so I decided to go. I put on an oversized sweater, black skinny jeans and leave the house. On my way to school I listen some music and when I'm almost there I start walking slower. I don't want to go to school. What's the point? I know I haven't known Michael for that long but it definitely feels like a lifetime, and I don't know how to live without him. He's my drug. Once you start, you can't live without it anymore. I really don't feel like going to school and decide to go to the cemetery. I know it's weird but I like being there, it helps me calm down. I sit down on the ground and grab my cigarettes out of my back, light one and inhale deeply. Damn I missed this. My mom wasn't happy with me smoking and the good boy I am, I stopped smoking after a while. I stopped for her but mainly because I thought I didn't need it anymore. I turn up my music, take another drag and close my eyes. For a little while I forget about everything. After an hour or so I get up and start walking again, don't know where. But I ended up walking to the police office. well now I'm already here I can ask how it goes with the case. I walk in and look around.

"Hello, can I help you?" I hear someone ask behind me. I turn around and answer.

"Uh yes, I think so."

"You're Luke Hemmings right? The friend of the missing boy?" the man asks.

"Yeah, did you find out anything yet?" I ask hopefully.

"I'm afraid not... We're doing everything we can. But I'll contact you as soon as we find something, okay?"

I simply nod and slowly walk away. I feel anger boiling up. What are they doing anyway? They only have one fucking job, and that is to find Michael! I want him back, I need him back... I bite my lip to keep me from crying and walk back to the cemetery. When I arrive I drop my back on the ground and sit down again. I wrap my arms around my legs and start crying. I only want to know if he's alright. I want him to be safe.

"Hey... Luke? Are you okay?"

I open my eyes slowly, I must have fallen asleep. I look up and see Ashton, he looks worried. Can everyone please stop giving me that stupid look?!

I nod and get up.

"You wanna talk?" Ashton asks.

I don't answer, everybody always wants to talk but that doesn't bring Michael back.

Ashton pulls me into a hug and tells me that we'll find Michael. I don't believe him.

Michael POV.

I get up from the floor and lay down on my bed. I don't for how long I can take this, and the worst thing is most of the things they say is true. I really want to sleep and never wake up, maybe that's just better for everyone. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.

"Michael! Michael!" I hear Luke scream. I see my father pushing him away.

"Luke help me please..." I sob while my father pulls me with him.

"Leave him! I won't let you take him!" Luke screams furious while he tries to punch the man. But my father pushes Luke hard which causes Luke to fall with his head against the wall and doesn't move anymore.

"No! Luke! No!" I scream wanting to go to Luke but the man pulls me outside with him."

I jump up from my bed all sweaty and with tears rolling down my cheeks.

What if is he's dead?
I can't breath anymore and panic. What if I got him killed?

I wrap my arms around my legs and rock back and forth.
I can't do this anymore... I need Luke but he's better off without me. God I hope he's okay, I need him to be okay.

I hope you liked this chapter:) and thank you so much for reading❤
Xxxx -L