story of another us 》michael clifford

Chapter 2: Familiarity and Sanity

This chapter is dedicated to one of my friends here on wattpad: plainboras

she just published her new ashton fanfic and it's gon be really great i can tell! it's called compulsion :)

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"It's you."

"You two know each other?" Luke raises an eyebrow at both of them. "You know who this is Amara?" Andrew asks. "No, not personally." Amara says, not breaking her gaze with the purple haired boy.

"Damn Michael, didn't know you had a thing for cheerleaders." Luke chuckles lightly. Michael finally pulls away from ths gaze. "I don't. What happened to you man?" Michael changes the subject.

"I got beat up, what the fuck does it look like?" Luke retorts. "Luke Robert Hemmings!" Luke's mom scolded him. Before his mom could continue, a doctor walks in. "Hello. I'm Doctor Montello. I'm Luke's doctor. Luke is a very lucky man, one wrong punch, it would've cause him internal bleeding. And another more hour of not having medical help, he would've had a hemorrhage. His head was bashed in pretty bad."

"Along with his sanity." Amara mutters, hearing Calum snort.

"I suggest that Luke rests for at least a week before returning to school. And he should rest and eat food with iron to make up for blood loss. He should be free to go by afternoon tomorrow." The doctor finishes as he excuses himself.

"Mummy, can you please get me food? I'm hungry." Luke says. He was on a drug, making him extremely moody. "Of course, we'll be right back." Luke's parents told the two boys to stay with Luke as they get food.

"Seriously, what happened to you man?" Calum asks Luke as the parents leave. "Forget it Calum, he's on a drug. He can't tell us anything clearly." Michael sighs.

"Actually, I remember everything." Luke says, dragging out the word 'everything'. "Tell us what you remember." Calum says. "I was walking home, around five thirty, no six, fuck it, it doesn't matter-"

"Actually it kinda does matter." Calum interrupts him. Luke raises his voice, "I'm telling the story!"

Calum raises his hands in defeat. "And then I felt two hands grab me, holding me into place as two of them started to beat the daylights out of me - wait I can't say that - I was beaten up at evening. Is eveninglights a real word?" Luke turns to Michael. "I don't think so..." Michael answers.

"Whatever," Luke waves his hand, and continued to tell the incident, "This one had rings - no wait - they weren't rings they were like hard rings, binded together-"

"Brass knuckles." Amara says. "Oh my god, let me finish!" Luke complains. Amara rolls her eyes as Luke comes to focus again, "The hard binded rings hit my cheek, he bashed my face onto the hard wall at least two times and then I fell to the ground, and they kicked my sides until I coughed up blood." Luke finishes.

Michael runs a hand through his messy hair, "I fucking knew it. As if beating me up wasn't enough." Amara knits her eyebrows, "Wait, you're saying the one who did this, did it to you too?" Amara asks.

"I think the more important question is, why are you still here?" Luke chimes in. "Well, I'm only here because you were lying lifeless on the middle of the road, because you were beaten to a bloody pulp. And needed someone to drive you to get medical help. So excuse me if I'm still here." Amara retorts. "Stop saying bloody, we're not British, we're Australian." Luke mumbles, his eyes half closed.

Amara sighs, keeping in the anger boiling inside her. "Is there anything you remember about these guys?" Lukes mumbles incoherently, "The one who beat me up, had jet black hair, he's about as tall as Calum, but he had green eyes, like yours, Mikey." Michael turns to the window, his eyes looked like it was burning with hate, his fists clenched to his sides.