Michael
I was so horrible to Luke. I haven't treated him the way I should've.
I screamed at him, told him if he didn't look good, manipulated him, pushed him into having sex, hit him when I got mad, and even neglected him when he needed me the most.
I was always drinking, and smoking something new everyday while Luke was busy carving new things into his wrist.
I never payed attention like I should have.
But I realized how wrong I was when I beat him to the point he was begging me to stop.
I went into rehab, and I've kept my distance from him for a while, and Ashton and Calum agree that it's time I get to see him again. I've gone back to the way I was when me and Luke first met. I always told him how beautiful he was, and how he was gonna be mine forever. That was, until I was introduced to alcohol and drugs.
I spent so long getting ready before I got to see Luke. I want to look good for him. I just can't wait to see him.
I stood on the porch that the boys shared, and Ashton told me he was going to get Luke.
I was so nervous that I couldn't even describe the feeling.
Ashton came back, but with someone hiding behind his shoulder. I could only see the top of his head.
"Luke?" I asked, and he tried to hide himself more, gripping onto Ashton's shirt.
"Luke, it's okay.." I whispered, and he shook his head rapidly.
"Just look at me. Luke I'm not the way I was." I whispered, but nothing happened.
"I haven't seen your beautiful blue eyes in so long.." I said, and he peeked up. He stood up straight, but still held onto Ashton.
I felt my eyes fill up with tears as I looked into his.
They were the same eyes that begged me to stop hitting him. The same eyes that craved my attention. The same eyes that lost brightness every time I screamed.
I didn't realize I had fallen to my knees until I felt pain shoot through my legs. I ignored it, and just stared at him.
"Luke, I'm so sorry.." I whispered, and he stepped out from behind Ashton. He looks so gorgeous.
He stepped closer to me, and allowed me to hold him, placing my head on his stomach.
"I'm so sorry Luke. I was so wrong to hurt you, and I'd give anything just to hold you again." I whispered.
He pulled me back up, and hesitantly grabbed my hand. He stepped closer to me, and looked up.
"I'm proud of you.." He said softly.
I haven't been able to hear his voice in so long.
"I know im asking a lot, but could you ever forgive me, Luke?" I asked, and he pulled me up, holding my hand in his.
"I forgave you the day you told me you were leaving so you could get help." He whispered, and I lightly smiled. "Could you ever love me again?" I asked, and his smile faded a little.
"I do love you, but I don't think I can love you the same way ever again. You worsened my depression, I attempted suicide twice, and I was yelled at or beaten every single day by the boy I was in love with. I don't want that anymore." He whispered.
"Luke, I promise you I will never hurt you like I did before." I whispered, and he frowned.
"You should've never hurt me to begin with, but let's start over. Hang out with me and the guys, and prove to me that you've changed. Then I'll make my decision. Michael you don't know how scared I am right now."
"I'm gonna show you that I love you. I'm gonna make things better."
