Still pretty??? Mileven ??

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A\N THIS ONES A LIL BIT OF AN ANGSTY BITCH, LYDIA WROTE IT AND I DONT THINK YOURE GONNA LIKE THE ENDING... SORRY. ANYWAY, ENJOYYYY (IF YOU CAN! SORRY ILL LEAVE NOW)
Mike POV
I'm angry, I'm scared, hell I'm petrified but I'm not gonna stop until I have el.
"Look kid, don't do this. You got a life and it aint gonna be worth livin in the clink now, is it? So give me the gun and fuck off will ya? Take the girl too, I don't care," the man said, breathing heavily and pulling his hands up shakily. I heard muffled cry of pain from el when the boy picked her up and tried to run for it, hitting her head on the way out. I swung around and pointed the gun at him. Of course I would never shoot him, but he didn't know that. I have a fucking gun and I'm gonna use it to my advantage.
"Don't. Move." I growled, glaring at the back of his head. He turned around, discarding el somewhere on the floor. My grip tightened on the handle, my finger accidentally inching closer to the trigger. I'm not shooting anyone, no matter how much I may want to, but this bitch is crossing a fucking line.
"If she has so much as a fucking splinter you better say your fucking preyers, I swear to god," I said. This is so overwhelming... I don't know how I'm gonna be able to handle this.
"El, baby, come here," I said as softly as I could, my hands starting to shake as the reality of what I was doing hit me. I could die. Worse, eleven could die. And who the fuck would know? Yeah, Richie and hop and Dustin and all of them but they don't know where I am. When I asked Richie he said this fucking place didn't exist so there isn't a chance in hell they could help us. El crawled across the floor and tried to stand up. I fell to my knees and pulled her as close as I could, discarding the gun somewhere on the floor beside us.
"Oh my god, mike you scared me so much," el whispered shakily into my shoulder. I pulled back a bit and looked at her dirty, tear stained face, new tears falling down her cheeks.
"I... I t-thought you were going to do something bad... I thought you were going to turn into one of the bad men... I was so scared of you, mike,"she whispered, really crying, shaking, her nose running and eyes going red. She was scared? Of me? No no no no no... she couldn't be scared of me... I save her, I protect her, I love her! She can't... she can't be afraid of me...
"You... you were?" I asked hoarsely, crying too now. I fell back on my knees a bit, my heart beating too fast. This bothered me too much, this was all... just too much. A high pitched sound penetrated my ears and hurt my head. I couldn't deal...

I could've stopped him...
I should've stopped him.
But I didn't.

I saw him pick up the gun, as if almost slow motion. I heard the click as he loaded it up. I felt to cold metal at the back of my head before it was actually there, and saw Els face pale, blood dripping from her split lip and a bruise ring stating to form around her right eye. I could've done something. But now it was too late.
"Just for our troubles, ain't nobody leaving this room till my gun gets her dinner," the fat man said, triumphant. El looked at him, blood running down her chin from when she hit her face. There was absolutely nothing we could do. I fucked up, big time. The first time I got the gun was sheer dumb luck, and there was no chance in hell I had it in me to do it again.
"Go," I said to el, soft but strong. She backed off slightly, eyes searching mine for any sign of a plan. She looked like a deer in the headlights. A small, empty smile pulled at the corner of my lips. She knew I was helpless. I couldn't do anything. I had no plan, apart from el getting out here alive. I stood up, the gun still at my head and offered el a grin. A proper one this time. As long as she'd be ok, I'm fine with this.
"I love you," I said. She shook her head, unbelieving of what was happening. More tears sprung to her eyes and she shook her head more.
"No..." she muttered. "No... no, no, no, no!" She said getting progressively louder. She was trying to use her powers. She couldn't.
"Eleven~" I began.
"El. It's el. Your el, remember? I'm el short for eleven and... and you're mike, s-short for Micheal... please don't... I can't..." she whimpered, begging me. I shook my head, trying not to scream.
"Baby please... Listen to me. You need to go. Now. I'm doing this so that you can leave. Ok? You're gonna be ok. All you have to do is just listen. You go back home. Hoppers, not mine. You forget about today, forget about yesterday, forget about me. Move on. But don't forget that you are loved. Always. Always and forever." I said. "I love you baby." I said, smiling like I haven't in a while. A real smile. A happy, genuine smile as I remembered our conversations, our cuddles, our kisses, hell, even our fights. "No, mike! No please don't, please! What about will, and Lucas and dustin and rich and eds and hop?! Please don't, please no!" She yelled. I shook my head. It's out of our hands. I looked in her chocolate eyes for the last time and smiled as I heard it, felt it.

Bang.

And everything went dark.