Blue || 5sos

Chapter Six

***Blue's POV***

It has been a day and a half since I saw the boys.

'Where have I been exactly?' you probably are asking.

I've been nowhere. Just around town. I really wish I could see them again but I think Michael is still mad at me. Maybe it was never meant to be.

As I walk down the sidewalk the air is cold. My eyes are watering. I want to go home. People stared at me funny. Probably because I was crying and coughing really bad. One little girl pointed and said to her mom, "Mommy, she's sick!". Then her mom apologized.

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"Blue! Wake up! It's me, Michael!" I heard a voice say. Somebody was shaking my shoulders.

I opened my eyes and gasped for air. Nobody was near me. Nobody was shaking my shoulders. I dreamed it. I miss Michael. I miss the boys. I want to go home.

It was still daylight outside. Maybe if I apologize to him he'll understand. Maybe not. Probably not.

But for some reason I still stood up. I still started walking in the direction of there flat. I still had a bit of hope.

As I got closer and closer I got more and more nervous. I was only at the end of the street by now.

What would I say?

How would they react?

Maybe this wasn't as good of an idea as I thought. As I stood there and pondered over the problem the wind blew my hair into my eyes. Suddenly I felt a cold hand cover my mouth which sent a shiver down my spine. My instincts told me to try and break away and scream.

I elbowed the person in the sides and ribcage. I tried to pry there cold hand off of my mouth -which I did. There hand went from my mouth to my wrist. They gripped onto my wrist tightly. I winced in pain. The person was a man. Is he trying to rob me? I dob't have anything valuable. I screamed. I just wanted somebody to help me, that's all.

Why wouldn't anybody help me?

I screamed again but this time I screamed Michael's name.

"Oh, you have a boyfriend?" The man asked taking off his hat which allowed me to see his face.

"Michael! Please!" I screamed again a loudly as I could at the realization that I knew who the man was.

Nobody came. My vision became blurry. Why is the man here?

"Blue?" I heard a faint yell. I turned my head and saw not Michael but Calum running towards me.

So, I guess somebody is going to save me.

I mouthed the words 'help me.' to him as he got closer. I was now crying.

"Let go of her!" Calum yelled at them man.

The man still held on to my wrist like it was all he had left, and it probably was all he had left.

"I said let go of her! If I have to repeat myself I will call the police!" He yells.

The man lets go of my wrist and looks at both of us before running away. I look down at my wrist to see it is red and had a mark where his hand was. This will probably be swollen in a few minutes.

"Blue, are you alright?" Calum asked walking towards me and pulling me into a hug.

"I am now thanks to you." I say.

"I heard somebody yelling and it sounded like you. I was worried about you." He smiles at me like he is relieved that I am alright.

He held my hand to try and calm me down and walked me back to there flat. I was still crying. When we got inside the boys were sitting on the couch with there eyes on there phones. They looked up at us and looked shocked.

"What happened?" Michael asked walking over to us.

"What's wrong?" Ashton asked.

Luke walked over to me also and didn't say anything.

"He's back. He tried to hurt me." I said in between sobs.

"He? Who is he?" Michael asked as he stood right in front of me.

I felt like I couldn't breathe. I couldn't believe everything that was happening. I wanted to tell them who he was but then that would mean that I would have to tell them everything about my past.

Calum finally let go of my hand and said to Ashton and Luke, "Maybe we should let the two of them talk." They all walked off.

After the moment they were gone Michael pulled me into a long hug. "It's okay, everything will be okay." He whispered as the tears continued to fall.

"The man man is my step dad. Since my dad left us when I was 14 my mom found a somebody else. My mom worked a lot at a hospital. She was hardly ever home. Whenever I saw her it was for a short amount of time. Around my mother he was nice and caring. When she was gone-" I took a deep breath before continuing. "He would go out drinking and partying all the time. When he came home I could always smell the alcohol in his breath. He'd hit me and slap me. He said if I told anyone he'd hurt my mom so i just kept my mouth shut. One night my mom wanted to surprise us and came home one night as he was drunk hitting me. So my mom called the police and we never saw him after that. " I started crying again as memories flooded my mind.

"It's okay now. He can't hurt you anymore, I promise." Michael told me.

For a little while it seemed that nothing else mattered in the world and that everything would be okay. That was until I started telling stories about my past, piece by piece. But he was always there to calm me down in the end, "It's okay, princess," he'd say.

We sat there in silence as my head rested on his shoulder as I cried. Then the silence broke and Michael whispered to me, "I love you." I didn't know what to say. Did I love him back? Maybe I did. "I love you too." I whispered.

Some moments, I felt like a fool for believing him. What if it's not okay? In this world some things aren't okay. But I want this to be okay. I want to be able to forgive and forget but I can't. It's not that simple; it's not a simple 'okay'.