the little secret ,, muke + mashton

Chapter 28

Hey guys, this is Chapter 28, I hope you enjoy it !

~Julesy xx

[Michael's P.O.V.]

I threw the paper down and ran to my room right away. I've been in here for nearly four hours now, bawling my eyes out.

I just can't believe Luke lied to me. Well he didn't really lie.... he did say he had another 'side job' but he just didn't tell me what job he got.

The tears won't stop falling from my eyes, and I just want to roll up into a ball and sit in a corner for the rest of my life, wishing I hadn't made Luke upset.

The title for the headline article keep running through my mind.

'Luke Hemmings of 5 Seconds of Summer caught...... selling drugs?'

What if he's doing those drugs too?

How will we be able to continue being a band?

Will we have to split up?

I furiously wipe the tears away and grab my phone of the nightstand near by. I open up the twitter app and compose a new tweet:

"@Michael5SOS: Hello everyone. I'm sorry if I haven't been tweeting much lately. There's been problems in the band....don't be worried though. xx"

I send the tweet and wait for my phone to blow up with tweets from worried and distraught fans. I just hope that any fans saw that newspaper article.

Oh, Michael, don't be such an idiot. It's probably the top search on Google right about now, and I bet the paper is on every shelf in the whole country!

I draw my knees up to my chest and cross my arms over them. I put my head between my knees and curse at myself for letting Ashton kiss me a month and a half ago!

There's a faint knock at the door, which I don't hear at first, but I hear it clearly the second time.

"Yeah?" I say, clearing my throat, trying to muffle the sobs.

"May I come in?" A smile tugs at the corner of my mouth when I hear the familiar voice.

"No, go away." I yell, the echo bouncing off the walls, ringing throughout the house.

"Fine." I hear a screech, of fabric turning on wood; soon the house is quiet.

I push myself out of bed and unlock my door, peering around the corner. There's no one in sight and I scurry towards the bathroom. I shake my head as I approach the mirror, my disgusting reflection coming to view. My nose crinkles in pure disgust and hatred as I notice how terrible I look. My hair appears very greasy and messy, there are gigantic bags that formed under my eyes over time, and I just look absolutely horrifying.

I disgust myself.

I open the mirror and reach for the weapon, with shakily hands, that I've been fearing for 3 weeks.

The blade.

The weapon that eases my pain.

My pain.

I'm always the one who ends up getting hurt.

Me.

I run my finger over the smooth, dull side of the blade and sigh heavily. I don't know why I hurt myself, even though it temporarily makes me feel good. One day, I'm going to regret this, I know it.

I move the blade slightly closer to my skin, and bite inside of my cheek. Both my hands are shaking now, and I almost lose control of what I'm doing.