A/n: I had a hella good idea btw there is abuse in dis one and pls comment here what you thought of da last one... I thought it was hella good (CANT YOUR GUYS FUCKING TELL I SHIP MUKE????!!!!?!!?!!) MAY BE TRIGGERING PLS DONT READ IF IT MIGHT
Michael's POV:
He hit me again. This isn't him. He'd never do this. He spits angry words at me and bruises my body. But I loved him. So I'd take it.
I'd tell Calum and Ashton that I fell or ran into a wall. They never believed that load of shit. Luke was just under a lot of stress. It's okay. Bones heal and bruises fade. I had started a collection of beauty supplies to cover the ones that I couldn't with clothing.
Wasn't very good at first but over time I perfected the technique of covering the cuts and bruises. I spent the America tour healing a couple broken ribs. I was fine. Tough love. I lost weight, I wore beanies to cover the patches of missing hair. They noticed eventually.
After Luke was done, he apologized and swore me to secrecy. He was good in bed and gentle in public. Behind closed doors was a different story. Luke was angry and aggressive. Showed no love or affection. It pained my heart.
"You useless waste of space. I don't know why you're still in the band." He yells. Luke's fist connects with my jaw for the thousandth time. "We all hate you." He knocks me to the ground and kicks my stomach several times. I cover my face and take it.
He loves me. He loves me. He loves me
It's a constant song in my head to keep me going. He loves me. Luke takes me by the hair and swings me into a wall pulling out yet another fistful of hair. Soon I'm going to be bald. Buts it's okay since he loves me.
Luke's done using me as a punching bag and has apologized a million times. I kiss him silent and he gets me naked. Such a routine this is. He beats me, apologies and then we have sex. But he loves me. So it's okay.
Luke is out for the day making up for the pain he inflicted upon me last night. He left me on the floor a bloody mess. I pull myself off the floor, still bleeding from my scalp. I take a shower and the water is red. Done bandaging myself I pull on a hoodie and some sweats. I gently tug on a beanie and lie on the couch.
I'm sore and in pain. Calum opens the front door angrily and slams it. Shit. He runs into the room and yanks me off the couch. I yelp and whimper loudly. He pulls of my hoodie and pants and leaves me in my boxers.
Calum examined my body for half an hour before calling Ashton to come held patch me up. I sob and make them promise not to tell Luke they know. "Please Calum, you don't understand. He loves me." I plead. He ignores me and let's Ashton in who's holding a first aid kit.
"You know he shouldn't do this." Ashton says. Being careful with his words he tells me he's going to have to confront Luke. I cry uncontrollably and once they are done covering the marks they pull on my clothes and lay me down. Calum covers me with a blanket and tells me it will all be okay.
I lay in bed and weep onto my pillow and curl into a pain filled ball of sadness. I couldn't handle living without Luke. He's my everything. When Luke gets back he's pissed. I spring out of bed to stand between the angry boys. I won't let them hurt Luke or Luke hurt them.
Luke pushes me into a wall and I crumple to the floor he repeatedly punches me and Calum and Ashton push him away. I lay still and hope they forget I'm there. Luke swings at them but is eventually overpowered by the two boys.
He sits on the couch and does his apologizing routine and Ashton try's to help me up but I push him away. I want to stay still. It hurts to much. Calum claims that I need to be taken to a hospital and calls an ambulance. The police where going to get involved. I just know it.
See I loved Luke with every fiber of my body and soul. He was beautiful and kind. His smile set my heart ablaze. He loves me. He loves me. He loves me. Luke promised he'd stop. He promised he'd be better. But he never did.
His body and soul was a blessing, but his love was a curse.
