City boy {Lashton}

We've had enough

When Luke woke up he felt the warmth that he was engulfed in last night automatically gone. He turned over to the other side of the bed that he was laying in and saw that it was empty.

Typical he thought.

He hated waking up alone but that was the price that he payed for being every mans one night stand. Before he got up he noticed something stuck to his forehead and it was a sticky note.

He quickly grabbed it off of his skin in one quick motion and groaned at how it hurt but he proceeded to read it as the pain settled down.

Hey Luke or Luis I forgot which one... But anyway I just wanted to let you know that I had fun last night. You were like the best fuck ever. Here's my number incase you wanna fuck again sometime. Maybe we can meet up at a motel or something i dunno which ever you prefer so um yeah talk to you later
- Michael C. 555-333-9999

Luke just stared at the note and his immediate reaction towards it is was anger. He swore that he's never been so angry in his life.

Michael was an absolute douche.

He took the note ripping it completely up and then threw it into a near by trash can. He never wanted to see Michael ever again. He rolled his eyes at the mere thought of him and quickly sat up but he soon regretted it. Luke felt a sharp pain course all throughout his body.

"Fuck." He whined as he grabbed his lower back. He felt tears prick in his eyes. This was the worst pain ever was all he could think. He blinked back the tears and stood up. He could do this. Mama ain't raised no bitch.

When he did he quickly grabbed his forehead because of the throbbing that was occurring. He turned back to the bed slowly to see if his clothes were there but they weren't they were scattered across the floor. Wow Michael was such a gentle man. He was about to reach for them until he noticed something on the bed there were red spots everywhere he gasped when he realized it was blood.

His blood.

"Oh no." He mumbled when he saw there was a huge stain of blood. On the spot he was sitting in. He looked at his hands and noticed it was there to. He sobbed as he saw the blood everywhere. Michael had made him bleed and he didn't even care.

This one night stand with Michael turned out to be an absolute disaster but at least he got what he wanted Luke thought bitterly. He wanted this so technically he did this to himself. It wasn't Michael's fault it was his own. And he hated that he couldn't blame anybody but himself. But what had Michael done to to him to the point where he bleed and couldn't even walk?

He sighed and wiped the tears away. He just wanted to get out of this room and pretend like this night never happened. It was like he was in a horror film and he wanted out. He quickly limped over to his balled up clothes on the floor. He was only in his underwear and shirt when he heard the bedroom door open. He was faced with Steven the boy who threw this party.

"Luke? What are you still doing here? And why are you in my parents room? The strawberry blonde asked.

"I um I'm sorry I was just leaving." Luke mumbled he tried pulling on his pants quickly but the pain was too much for him so he fell and that made his lower back pain even worst he cried out in pain and Steven quickly ran over to him.

"Damnit Luke are you okay?" He asked with so much concerned laced in his voice. Being Luke and the prideful bastard that he is he was going to say yes but no he wasn't okay and he needed all the help that he could get right now. Physically and mentally.