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[Luke's P.O.V.]
Those eight words replay in my head as I slowly back away from Michael, blinded by the tears filling up in my eyes.
"What?" I croak softly, furiously wiping away some tears.
"You heard me." Michael growls, the look on his face saying that he's serious.
"But, I thought you loved me..." I whimper, backing up against the wall, hitting it with a 'thud'.
"I did.... a couple of months ago. But then, you became a monster." He tells me, staring at me with those eyes that used to tell me that he's happy, not scared to death. But now, he probably won't ever love me again.
"But I didn't do anything!" I yell, slamming my fists into the wall behind me, the whole house shaking.
"You a-are right n-now..." Michael stutters, suddenly beginning to shake. He shakes his head and tears begin to drip from his eyes. Oh, what have I done to him?
"Michael..." I coo, uncurling my fists, walking up to him. I put a hand on his back, the other cupping his face.
"Please get away...." He pleads, fiercely pushing my hands away from him.
"But, why?" I ask, clueless.
"Don't you get it?!?" He screams, stepping away from me, suddenly angry.
"Get wh-" I begin to say, before he storms off down the hall. I hear a door slam and I kick over a few items, angry with him as well.
"Fuck..." I pant, clenching my fists, completely out of breath. Luke is so out of it lately.... well not lately, because you know, he was missing and all..... But, still, I don't understand why I can't hold back from screaming in everybody's faces. Ever since we've been together, I've been getting angry. I don't know if I can control it, or I don't know what I'm doing when I do these things.
I sigh and begin to pick up the mess that I made. I throw away the broken candle that's lying on the floor, and the pieces of paper that have been scattered throughout the room. I'm about to throw out a rectangular object, but stop when I notice that it's a picture frame. I squint to get a better look at it and notice the torn up photograph that's laying under it. I pick it up careful, cautious of the broken glass resting near the photo. I bite my lip when I notice that it is a picture of me.
And Michael.
Before we were dating.
Before everything fell apart.
Before, when he loved every ounce of me.
Before he started to hate me.
Before pure hatred used to run to my veins when he caught sight of me.
And, way, way, before Michael fell for Ashton.
Ashton.
That son of a bitch.
I then realise that Ashton has been sitting on the couch for the past twenty minutes, watching me lash out at my boyfriend. I drop the photograph and stand up slowly, slowly enough so that you can hear my knees crack.
"Ashton..." I say, my statement almost sounding like a question.
"Yeah?" He says, not turning around to face me.
"Come here." I demand, leaning on the counter.
"Why?" He asks, not even a hint of emotion entangled in his words.
"Because, I'm talking to you." I growl, fed up with his bullshit.
It's always Ashton this, Ashton that. No one ever cares about me! Even though I am dating MICHAEL who's in love with ASHTON, for some messed up reason. Everyone should care about me. Magazine headlines should feature me not Ashton, not Calum, not Michael.
Me.
Nothing should be about Ashton. He makes me sick. I'm completely tired of him.
[Ashton's P.O.V.]
"Turn around when I'm talking to you." Luke growls. I can hear his teeth grit together, and I know that he's pissed off.
"Fuck off when I tell you to." I retort, kicking my feet up onto the table, trying to block out Luke's bickering.
"Fucking turn around!" He screams, slamming his fist on the counter, the whole house shaking.
"Just shut up! Okay? No one cares about you! Alright, no one cares about you and your mood swings.... or whatever is wrong with you..." I turn on the TV, blasting it full volume.
"Turn that thing off!"
"No." I scream over the TV. I didn't even hear him, I'm just disagreeing with everything he's saying.
Suddenly, I feel a force ripping the remote out of my hands. I cringe when I look up, seeing an enraged boy. He shuts off the television and tosses the remote behind him, towering over me.
"You don't scare me, okay?" I explain, chucking.
"Oh, you'll be terrified of me soon." He threatens, pushing the table out of his way with his knee.
"Oh really?" I fake gasp, and stand up, looking into his eyes as I do so. There's no fear present in his eyes, just rage. That's all I see. In fact, that's all I've been seeing for the past few months.
"Yeah." He snares, pushing me backward.
"This isn't grade school, we don't shove." I tell him, kneeing him in the stomach.
He doubles over on the ground momentarily, but he triumphantly stands up, grinning.
"Don't fuck with me." I throw my head back and laugh.
"Is that the best threat you've thought of?" I question, Luke instantly frowning.
"I guess so." I say, turning around and beginning to walk away.
"Hey!" Luke screams, putting a hand on my shoulder.
"Oh god, what do you want?" I groan, still facing the opposite direction from him.
He squeezes my shoulder, and I turn around.
"Somethin' ya want?" He nods, steps closer to me, closing the huge gap between us.
"I want you to stay away from Michael." Luke whispers barely audible.
"Why?"
"Because, I don't want you taking him away from me." He mutters, looking down at the floor.
I lean in and whisper into his ear, so he can hear me clearly.
"Already have." I chuckle and turn on my heel. I make my way up the stairs, towards Michael's room.
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the little secret ,, muke + mashton
Fanfiction"People cry, not because they're weak it's because they've been strong for too long"
