drunk ✯ muke

i.

"You've ruined my life, you've ruined everything!"

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"What do you mean you can't come home tonight?"

"It means that I can't come home tonight, Michael. As simple as that, I have work."

Michael huffs, trying to keep his tears from spilling over. "Mhm, just like the night before and last week, how can you even keep up like this? You must be so tired."

He can feel Luke's frown from where he is sat. "Don't use that tone with me." Luke mumbles, making Michael roll his eyes. "I'm sorry, okay? I don't want to do this either, do you think I'd rather grade tests than stay with you at home?" he sighs.

"Well.. no, but-" Michael starts but immediately stops when he hears what sounds like a door being opened.

"Lukey, what are you doing? Don't you want to punish me for being a bad student like you said in class?"

Michael almost vomits when he hears the girl's high-pitched, whiny voice. He drops the phone and simply stares at the white wall in front of him. It looks dull, blank, emotionless - just like him.

He doesn't even cry, he is tired of doing that. He's already wasted all of his tears on lonely nights he had to spend alone because Luke had "work". But the thing is, Michael isn't even surprised. He saw it coming, he isn't a total idiot. He is disgusted, but not with Luke, no. He is disgusted with himself for staying for so long, for not noticing when Luke began refusing any kind of affection from him, for not leaving the first time Luke came home reeking of sweet perfume and sex.

He picks up the phone and with the last bit of dignity he has left, Michael ends whatever used to be between him and the blonde. "Firstly, you are a disgusting piece of shit. And secondly, from now on you're going to live alone and  just so you know I'm also taking all of our savings with me. Fuck you, Luke."

Not wasting any more time, the pastel blue haired hangs up and begins making his way to what used to be his and Luke's bedroom. After stuffing his clothes and several other things he needed into an old suitcase, he picks up his most important possesion, his guitar, and leaves the apartment as fast as he can.

But of course luck isn't on his side because as soon as he walks out of the building, a familiar black Audi comes into his view. He immeditely begins quickening his pace to avoid any kind of confrontation because unfortunately, Michael knows he is weak. He knows that Luke can persuade him into almost anything and that scares him.

"Michael!" an out-of-breath Luke jumps out of the car. "Michael, please stop. Hear me out, please!" Luke begs as he runs toward him, just his voice making the younger boy's eyes fill with tears.

Michael curses himself for being so out of shape as he stops running, making Luke's body collide with his own. He then quickly tries to get up and start running again, but is immediately stopped by Luke who grabs his arm with force, making sure he's staying in place.

The pastel blue haired boy doesn't dare look up because he knows he'd give into him, he always has.

"Michael, look at me."

Michael doesn't budge.

"I said look at me." Luke growls, pinning his nails into the younger boy's arm unconsciously.

A tear falls from Michael's eye as he tries not to scream. That's surely going to leave a bruise. "Please stop." he whispers, still looking at the ground. "It hurts."