delusional disorder ☹ muke

menswear

disclaimer: i did not write any of this chapter, full credit goes to _MrRaye_ only my ideas were given

7 days ago

michael wheeled through the mental institution, he wanted to see him.

the man who wrecked the love of his life, scarred him for life. the irreversible damage was done and now michael wanted to see how he was suffering.

"can i see ashton irwin, please?"

..............

michael waited on the other side of the bulletproof glass patiently as he waited to see ashton.

as ashton was pulled along by the doctor with his hand tied together with plastic ties, michael filled with rage and curiousness. ashton looked at michael, his eyes looking dazed and his pupils dilating randomly.

"we gave him some of his meds so he might seem a bit slow and he will have random small outbursts." the doctor gave michael a small smile and nodded before excusing herself.

ashton continued to stare at michael, giggling quietly. "how's lukey? is he still as pretty as i remember he was?" michael glared at ashton's pale, hanging face and breathed heavily as he tried to push the anger down.

"you don't get to know that... not after what you did, you psycho."

ashton tilted his head back and let out a loud cry of agony and looked back at michael with a heavy gaze. "michael, please help.. i-i didn't mean to h-hurt him! please believe m-me!" ashton's mood had changed dramatically fast and michael furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, but a wicked grin tugged at his lips.

"don't fucking mess around ash! you know what you did was wrong... why? why did you hurt him?" michael enjoyed seeing ashton in pain but he didn't want to admit it to himself.

ashton laughed crazily but stopped abruptly, his eye twitched and he looked at michael menacingly. "you don't understand michael, how... how pleasing it was to hear him scream as i tortured him and his body. god, his body is so dirty and fantastic. i enjoyed every single moment of torturing him.
and the most pathetic thing is that michael... he begged for you. constantly yelling 'michael please, help me michael!' and i got off on it... hearing him groan and moan as i gave him unwanted pleasure, leaving him feeling dirty and used; he loved every. single. moment." ashton winked at michael as he ended his sick rant.

michael shook with rage as furious tears streamed down his face quickly. he closed his eyes and screamed in rage. "how fucking dare you, you sick monster!"

the other visitors in the visiting room went quiet and turned to look at the commotion. michael reached across the table and grabbed ashton's hair, slamming his head into the hard, wooden table repeatedly.

the guards moved quickly and pulled michael away from ashton in his wheelchair. he let out harsh sobs as he was wheeled away and closed his eyes, clenching his fists.

a feeling of relief and revenge washed away all of michael's thoughts and he let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding.

everything would be okay soon.

a/n okay guys the book is almost over so only like 5 more chapters and an epilouge. juls will be posting all of these updates on sunday maybe but i'm not sure if they'll be ready yet.

thanks for waiting for me to write. i couldn't write because my phone screen cracked and i got banned from using my laptop by my parents, so sorry.

promise xx