A Change In The Weather (Malum mpreg)

1.6

Michael
They say that this time is a lot worse than the last time. He's got marks on his wrists and ankles from where they tied him down. He's gotten scars and bruises from where they hit him so many times. What did he do to deserve such hate? How could a person be so cruel in to hurt someone so harmless, so breathtakingly beautiful and gentle? What goes through their minds? Is it because I dumped Ruby? I mean she deserved it after what she did to Calum, but he deserves none of this.
He doesn't deserve the torture after all he's been through.
I glance over at his lifeless body, about to show him something a girl tweeted me on twitter but then I remembered that I couldn't. I can't show him a stupid thing a fan said because my ex tried to kill him.
Feeling all of the stress, the racing of my heart, the twisting of my stomach, and the flickering of my eyes, I decide to step outside and take a breather.
I step out into the cool Autumn air, letting the soft breeze away my hair softly as I leaned against a fence along the side of the building. I retrieved the pack and lighter from my jacket pocket and lit one up, pressing the tip between my lips and taking a long drag. The smoke fill my lungs, I could practically feel it swirling around in there until I exhale, seeing a decent sized puff of smoke escape my lips.
I breathe a sigh of relief as I tap the butt with my thumb, letting the stray ashes hit the ground in a small pile and stare at my feet, occasionally taking a drag.
This should not have happened to him. I don't understand what made Ruby hate Calum so much. If anything she should hate me for dumping her sorry ass, not him for taking her place.
I wonder what he's thinking about, or dreaming about, if it's me or something else. I wish I could be the only thing that ran through his pretty little head of his, but it's obvious I'm not. He's always worried. Always alert and on the look out, that's why I think that they always get him when his guard is down. They wait a few weeks, wait until he thinks he's safe again until they attack and that's how they get him every time.
I drop the small butt of the cigarette to the ground and stomp it out hit the heel of my shoe and pull out another, quickly lighting it up.
I pull my jacket closer around me as the breeze picks up and is howling through the trees.
I wonder if this is how he felt when he was kidnapped. So helpless and alone, scared of what will happen next and alwaysalwaysalways on the lookout for something to keep him alive. That's exactly what I feel right now, except, I'm in search of something that will kill me.
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Luke

My hands are shaking, my brain is in hyperactive mode, and my legs are bouncing up and down as I begin to think of what I should say. "Hey Mikey, I kidnapped your boyfriend to protect my boyfriend but I felt bad so I got him back"? I don't think so.
But what will happen? I don't even know if they caught her yet, what if they didnt? What if she finds out it was me who helped him escape and goes after Ashton? I mean, I don't doubt he could fight him off because damn he's built. But what if they don't want to torture him? What if they just kill him?
"Luke?" I look up to Ashton, sitting across from me with a worried look on his face. Not a word is spoken as I stand and go to curl up in his lap.
"I'm scared, Ash." I mumble into his chest.
"I know, Lukey but I'm proud of you. You did the right thing." He tells me softly, playing with my hair gently causing me to smile.
"What if they know I helped him get out and come after you?" I ask, my smile disappearing quickly.
"They wont, not without their leader they wont. They caught her, Babe." he says, pulling his arm more securely around my waist.
"Oh." I say with an idiotically huge smile.
"Now all you have to do is-"
"Tell Michael."

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A/n: hey guys you're pretty cool ily
I hope you enjoy and shit