but you're calum hood // malum au

7

hello guys, it's been a couple days since I updated sorry lol

this chapter is gonna be a bit sad so..

TRIGGER WARNING: this will contain abuse and other sensitive topics so if you are easily triggered or don't wanna read about mikey getting hurt, then please don't read. I don't want anyone getting hurt.

i'll put a  ******** before and after the actual graphic part so skip that if you want. I love you guys

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michael quickly hid his computer and walked downstairs. he held onto the railing to support himself, not trusting his knees that were trembling - along with the rest of his body - to support him.

see the thing is, michael lied to calum. his mother wasn't ever on a 'business trip'. she left when michael was 7 for some hot guy with money after she found out what her husband was doing to michael. she didn't call cps, she didn't go to the police, she didn't take her poor son with her, she left him with the abusive asshole she had married after they found out she was pregnant with michael.

and so of course michael's dad then blamed the small boy for her leaving and began going out and getting drunk every night to forget about his problems. he would usually bring home some random chick from wherever he went to that night then go take out his aggression on michael before passing out.

therefore michael had to do all the cleaning and fend for himself when he wasn't at school. he knew the routine, but he never got used to the pain he felt from his fathers words or fists. but he never did anything to stop it because he was terrified of the man.

"y-yes?" the pale boy asked in a small voice, cursing himself for stuttering. he knew his father hated when he did that.

the tall man in front of him scoffed. "I told you to have this house clean by the time I got home, did I not?" michael chewed his lip nervously. he had completely forgotten about that while he was talking to calum.

"I-I'm sorry.. I forgot! I was busy a-and I-" michael was cut off by a harsh slap across the face. he gasped and held his cheek.

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the small boy let out a cry of pain as a fist collided with his ribcage, making him stumble backwards. hands gripped his shoulders, pulling him forwards toward his father.

"i don't give a shit if you were 'busy'," he spits in michaels face, and michael could practically taste the alcohol on his breath, "i told you to clean this goddamn house!" he shoves the boy back with enough force to send michael falling to the ground.

michael whimpered as his head smacked against the wall as he fell. just as he is about to try to stand up, his father lands a harsh kick in his gut and on his shin.

the small boy backs up, curling into a ball against the wall, trying to get as far away from the terrifying man above him as possible. though he soon realizes that like every other time this happens, it's no use, as his father continues to land kicks and punches all over his sons weak body.

"god, you're fucking useless." his father spits down at him before landing one last kick in michaels gut before turning away.

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finally after what feels like hours to michael - but in reality was 20 minutes more - the angry asshole leaves, slamming the door behind him and going off to some bar to find some girl to fuck.

michael lets out a sigh of relief and tries to find the strength to stand but can't. so he lets himself sleep for a few hours on the ground before he fixes himself up and starts cleaning.

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 oop that was sad oop

sorry oop

im gonna start writing the next chapter oop

love you guys

-jake