Fly Away✈️ Muke

☁️P R O L O G U E☁️

✩M I C H A E L✩

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Being an eighteen year old in my area wasn't the best. Constant blame and shame of my family and within it.

I wanted to do something with my life and not be judged-so I ran away. I flew to New York on my last day of High-school, and I'm much happier without them. Though I am an early staged alcoholic...

Times like this don't seem to phase me, reminding me of back in the day . I'd rather not have a memory for the sake of my life. All my memories are negative ones.

But soon I'd have to remember for someone who cares about me living, breathing, Existing.

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"Michael, I think you've had enough buddy" I hear Calum mutter over the music in the bar. Calum's taste in music was strictly rock in the eighties. Quiet nice when you're a little bit tipsy but over-all too loud when you wanna get drunk.

"Yeah-you're probably right-Cal" I stutter. Fluttering my eyes open to look up at Calum who was juggling four shot glasses between his two of fingers and thumb.

Pretty strong if you ask me.

"Michael!-stay awake. I'm getting you a ride home-" and I just nodded taking in what he had said, wether or not I was gonna remember this conversation tomorrow morning.

"Here. Take some water and don't move-". And a water bottle was shoved into my right hand. I hadn't seen him move to get it. But I attempted to open it.

"-Let me" Calum offered. Twisting the cap letting a pop go wild in our ears.

I was way to drunk to even comprehend what was happening before I was told to open my mouth by Calum so I formed an 'o' shape letting the water slip down my throat that had become sore as the alcohol had that affect on me.

I should probably thank him now while I still remember before tomorrow.

"Thank-you" I smile getting no response but a shake of a head.

Letting me know he was fine with my constant drunken state.

Calum's soon snapped out of his gaze he had on me asking me to stay put.

"Wait here Michael. I'm calling a cab" And his frame disappeared from behind the bar stand into the back.

I was left with my drunken thoughts, until Jack, one of Calum's workers came and sat down beside me.

"Hey Mikey, had too much to drink?" He jokingly laughed, his boyfriend Alex going to serve another customer, but I was too drunk to make out who the person was.

"Y-yes" I hiccup, as Jack helps me stand up just as Calum comes back "Jack, make sure he gets home safely will you?" Jack nods and helps me out of the bar as I drunkly shout out. "BYE-C-CALLY!"

Jack shakes his head chuckling as he helps me into the backseat of the yellow cab. I had never been the type to be wooed them but it was nice i never really took cabs so this was a first.

Jack then got in after me, taking a few seconds to budge in his legs since the taxi driver had the seat all the way back. Like I've said in the past they make cars for small people.

I was quick to turn my attention over to jack who was juggling to text a certain someone while putting his seat belt on. It was a short sweet text. Something easily forgettable, a quick text to Alex before turning his attention towards me.

"-You shouldn't drink so much Michael, it's not good for you" Jack sighed, handing over a plastic bag he had shoved into his pocket at some point in the journey from the bar to the cab.

"I-I'm fine-jack" I whined. Pushing the bag out of view.

That was a lie.

Next few moments as we roll up onto my street, towards my house. I threw up in the bag, Jack rubbed my back soothingly-nightly routine if not more so he was used to it by now.

"-Is your friend okay-sir?" I hear a thick Jersey accent over some crappy pop music in the background. He had seem to be one of the four humans that had met me tonight that cared about my existence and my health.

Which was new. And I've only experienced it while I was drunk.

"Yeah-just a light weight" Both men laughed in time as I could feel the car pull to a halt. Alongside jacks hand movements on my back.

The world was spinning as usual and predicted to happen every night. Time didn't matter to me when I had reached the limit. One moment Jack was giving the driver the money-next moment he is carrying me up to my apartment slash 'home' as I swung the vomit bag around. I was careless.

"The keys-Yeah in my pocket" I felt his hand dig into my back pocket taking out my key that surely was warm. I was grateful to have friends like Jack in my life that protect and keep me safe at my lowest of times.

I didn't use to have that support network around me when I was younger. They're the reason I have more low points in my life today.

My biological family.

"Let's get you in bed" Jack mumbles, getting a spare shirt out of one of the draws before undressing me and changing me into it.

He struggled to put my arm through the right sleeve as I was slowly slipping down the bed frame but he managed and I was happiest drunk person there was in that moment.

I looked up one more time at the man that was Jack Barakat, giving him a lazy smile and looking outside my window. The view of the cloudy sky's even at this time of the evening was calming.

All days must come to an end, but mine don't. They continue on one after the other-even if I get at least four hours of sleep.

Which would be a good day.

But I can't make that big of a commitment yet.

At least that I know of...

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