Tribulation»Muke AU

•3• (Luke's POV)

After falling asleep on my bed prior to Michael apologizing, I wake up to the door slamming. Oh great, he's here. I pretend to still be asleep, thinking maybe he won't bother me if he thought I was. Boy, was I wrong. I'm suddenly jumped on and my eyes shoot open to see Thomas, my boyfriend, straddling my weak body. He has that awful glint in his eye which could only mean one thing: he was horny. I wince as he pins my hands above my head and starts kissing and biting my neck.

"Don't move." He mumbles against my neck as he brings his hands away from my wrists. I shiver in disgust as he rips my shirt instead of just undoing the buttons. He roughly presses his lips against mine and I know that if I don't kiss back, he'll punish me in some horrible way.

"This is why I wish I was dead." I think to myself as Thomas pulls away from the kiss to take his shirt off. Before I know it, he's taken off all of our clothes and he's about to thrust into me full force without any lube or preparation. Tears fill my eyes as he does. The burning sensation is so intense I wonder how this could be enjoyable for him. Sometimes he throws in a few slaps here and there and sobs rip through me. The pain is unbearable. Tears are rolling down my face and I'm shaking so much as his thrusts get faster and his lips latch onto my neck yet again and I'm fighting the urge to scream out. Eventually he's finished and I'm left laying there, wishing I was dead, as he leaves without another word.

I lay there for who knows how long. I lay there shivering, naked, and crying, thinking about how pathetic my life is and thinking about how much I'm bleeding down there. I can't find the strength to look, although I'm sure it's a lot. I look at my wrists which are covered in fresh cuts. Thomas didn't even notice. I've never cut my wrists before last night, I only ever do it on my thighs and hips because it's easier to hide. Thomas never notices my cuts when he's horny, only when he's drunk and beating me up.

I wonder how long I have to lay here until I just die.

I don't know what time it is when I hear a knock at the door. I ignore it and continue to stare at the wall next to my bed. But someone knocks again. And again. I groan as I roll onto my back and wince as pain shoots through me from both not moving an inch in the past few hours and from recent events. I can feel a wetness on my lower back and I know it's from the blood staining my sheets. I think I need stitches.

"Luke? It's me, Michael. I know you're in there." I hear Michael's muffled voice float into my room. To my surprise, the corners of my mouth almost twitch upwards. Almost. Michael seriously has bad timing, I really want to talk to him but I can barely move.

"You know, if this door isn't locked, I could just walk right in." Michael says. I can practically hear the smirk.

"G-go away." I'm surprised at how small my voice sounds, I don't think Michael even heard me. I brace myself for more pain as I roll back on to my side and assume the fetal position. I almost scream out at the intensity of the pain that shoots through my body. I feel like someone is constantly stabbing my butt with a sword.

"Luke, are you okay?" Michaels says through the door, his voice laced with concern.

No, I think to myself, I am very much not okay.

I squeeze my eyes shut and try to block out the pain that has been coursing through me since Tom left.

Then I hear the front door open.

Panic runs through me and I reach my arm down to pull the blankets over me, trying not to move the rest of my body. I pull the blanket up to my shoulders just before Michael comes in, looking worried.

"Huh, I think we both have a habit of barging into each others roo- is that blood?" He takes a step closer as he says the last part.

"No! uh, no j-just go away. Please." I say, a little desperately. I don't look look into his concerned, green eyes. He comes forward and flicks the blanket off me before I have a chance to stop him, and I hear him gasp at the sight. I hide my face in my hands as sobs rack my body once again.