Getting Through it Together || Muke

Chapter 13

Luke awoke with a fright. For a moment, he didn't know where he was. He looked at his shoulder to see Michael, and he knew he was safe and okay. He kissed Michael on the forehead.

Carefully, he lifted Mchael's head off of his shoulder, and set it back down on a pillow. He pulled out his phone, It was 4:30 in the morning. Luke sighed.

No point in going back to sleep now. He thought. He made himself over to his bedroom. He put on some sweatpants and kept his shirt off. He was more comfortable that way. He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror.

Luke was repulsed. No matter what anyone says, he still thought he was disgusting. He didn't want to be like this. He didn't understand why Michael loved him. Luke just didn't understand.

Luke felt worthless, so that's what led him to the kitchen, where he proceeded to get a bottle of vodka from the special cupboard, and drink. When Luke was drunk, he had trouble with his mouth filter. He sat on one of the kitchen stools, and drank. He drank every time he thought of cutting, he drank every time he thought about suicide, and he drank every time he thought of Michael.

Soon enough, the bottle was gone. He thought about Michael, the fact that Michael always says that he loves Luke, but Luke didn't believe it. No one could love Luke. He was disgusting.

He raised the bottle to his mouth once more and realized that it was empty. He became furious. He threw the bottle against the wall and it shattered, falling to the floor in pieces. He thrashed back throught the kitchen to the special cupboard and saw that there was none left.

"Luke? Are you okay?" Halia said, coming down the stairs, rubbing her eyes tiredly. When Luke fully came in view she gasped. He was standing there, his fists clenching while he breathed heavily.

Halia approached him carefully, "Luke.." she said nervously.

She reached out to touch his arm, "Don't touch me!" he screamed and pushed his sister to the ground. She landed on her back, hard, her arm landing in the glass. She was shocked and she gasped as she felt pain shoot up her arm.

She heard footsteps on the stairs.

"Halia! Luke! What's going on?!" Michael called, Ashton walking fast behind him.

Halia groaned, feeling sick at the sight of blood. Luke was freaking out because even though he was drunk, he never meant to hurt Halia.

Ashton crouched beside Halia, "Hey, I know you hate blood, so I'm gonna get you cleaned up, okay?" he said comfortingly.

He picked her up and set her on the counter. He got to work on her arm, it was pretty bad. There was glass sticking out of it, but little pieces. He fought the urge to throw up and picked the glass out.

Once he was done with that, he ran her arm under luke warm water to wash away most of the blood. He slowly wiped it with a towel and ran off to find the first aid kit.

Meanwhile, Michael was trying to calm Luke down.

"Luke, you have to tell me why you were drinking in the first place," Michael said harshly.

Luke stumbled forward and Michael caught him, "I just, I felt like I was gonna relapse again and I didn't want to," Luke said, having trouble getting words out.

Michael sighed, "go to my room Luke, I'll be there in a minute,"

He walked off and went over to Ashton and Halia.

"Hey, you okay?" he asked her.

"Yeah," she said, a few tears coming from her eyes, "It just hurts pretty bad, It's not deep though, no need for stitches. Ash here is a pretty nice doctor," she said and smiled.

Michael could tell Ashton was blushing, and Ashton hoped Halia didn't notice.

"I'm going to bed now. Thanks Ash. Michael, go make sure he's okay," Halia said. She gave Ashton a hug, and then Michael. She smiled at Ashton and walked back upstairs.

"You totally like her," Michael said to Ashton.

Ashton blushed again, "no I don't. You're crazy,"

Michael smirked, "whatever you say. I have to go make sure drunky is okay, you clean this up. Goodnight lover boy," he said and started walking upstairs and towards his room.

Ashton was cleaning up the glass. Ashton hated cleaning, you could look at his room and see that. He was only cleaning this, knowing that if he left it, Luke would feel worse than he already would in the morning.

Carefully, he picked up the dust pan of glass and threw it away. He grabbed a wet rag and started cleaning up the blood. There wasn't much of it, but it still held a bad memory that he hoped would leave his mind.

Ashton had quickly fallen for Halia, he knew that for a fact. Her eyes drew him in and her voice was smooth but rough at the same time. He just knew that he was falling for another girl, and he was scared.

The last time he fell for a beautiful girl, a bad thing happened. He never wanted anything bad happen to Halia. During the whole time he was cleaning her arm he was holding back tears.

He walked upstairs after cleaning up the blood from Halias arm. He quietly opened her door and saw her there, sleeping peacefully. He got into the bed with her, cuddling in. He felt his cheeks heat up, he hoped that Halia would fall for him too.

The last thing he knew before falling asleep that night, is he knew that it felt right.

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"Hey Luke?" he asked while tappng on his door with his knuckles.

He heard sniffling, "come in," Luke croaked.

"Hey Lukey," Michael said, sitting down on the bed with Luke. He placed his hand on Lukes back and rubbed it comfortably.

"I'm so sorry Michael. I didn't mean to hurt Halia," Luke said, a few tears coming out of his eyes.

"Hey, it's okay. You're drunk. You just need to sleep,"

"Michael," Luke said quietly.

"Yeah Lukey?" He asked back.

"I need you to kiss me," Luke said quietly.

And he did.

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