Tribulation»Muke AU

•4• (Michael's POV)

After finding Thomas in the phone book, I rush to my car and drive as fast as I can without being pulled over, rage running through me.

I honestly do not understand how there could be a person who enjoys hurting someone else. How could he want to hurt someone so... So perfect?

Thats thought makes me think about how close I've become to Luke within the past few days. I know, in some messed up part of my brain, I get really attached sometimes. I end up dependant on someone and I get clingy then the next thing I know, I'm left behind by the person I thought I loved. I'm not going to let that happen between Luke and I, I'll distance myself and I won't let myself depend on him. We'll just be acquaintances, maybe even friends.

Seeing the street name I was subconsciously looking for pulled me away from my thoughts. Every time I think about Thomas just touching Luke or being near him, fills me with an anger that honestly frightens me. I look at the numbers on the townhouses as I drive by, searching for number 12 where a monster lives inside. I pull into the monster's driveway and get out, slamming the car door. I knock on the door loudly and I stand a little taller, trying to make myself look bigger. As soon as the door opens, I want to just knock him out. But I don't. Yet.

"Can I help you?" Thomas says, eyeing me up and down.

"Yeah, actually. I have a message." I say, crossing my arms to hold myself back from punching him. He makes me so angry.

"A message? From who?"

"From Luke."

"Oh, and why can't that bitch speak for himself?" Thomas says bluntly. I bite my lip to keep myself from screaming at him and I clench my fists so hard I'm sure my knuckles are white.

"He's in the fucking hospital you dick." I spit at him. "I came over to tell you that Luke doesn't want to be with you." I yell.

"You can't tell me what to do, and neither can Luke!" He says.

"Watch me."

His fist comes out of nowhere and hits me in the face. I come right back at him with a punch to the rib cage and another to his throat.

"You better stay away from Luke, you hear me? If I ever see you near him ever again I will fucking kill you, got that?" I yell once again. I can't think, I can't hear or see, with all this blinding rage coursing through me.

Next thing I know, Thomas is slamming the door and I'm driving back to the hospital. There was a few more punches thrown but I honestly don't remember any details, I was too blinded by anger. I play some music to calm me down, and by the time I arrive at the hospital I am back to the empty feeling I know all too well. I go to Luke's room and find him sleeping.

He kind of resembles a kitten when he's asleep, I think to myself as I sit in the chair next to the bed. I've been feeling tired all day. A few minutes later Luke's eyes flutter open and he sits up abruptly, causing him to groan in pain and then lay down again.

"How long have you been there?" Luke asks.

I shrug. "Not long."

"Did y- oh Michael, did he hit you?" Luke asks as he reaches out and touches the bruise on my jaw.

"Yeah, but I hit him harder. I don't think he'll bother you anymore but if he does, don't hesitate to tell me." I say. Luke didn't pull his hand away, he laid it against my cheek. After a moment he realized where his hand was and pulled it back, resting it on his lap. There's a dark blush on his face and it makes me smile.

"How long do you have to stay here for?" I ask as I look around the plain room.

"A couple days. But in a few weeks I have to come back and-uh get the-um stitches taken out." He says, getting quieter as he got near the end of his sentence.

"Oh, I see. Well, I should probably get back to my place. Maybe I'll come and keep you company tomorrow?" I smile and he nods as I walk out the door and make my way to the parking lot.

I'm about halfway home when I find that I can't sit still and I start shaking. My breathing picks up and I know what it is that I need.

Cocaine.

The need for it is burning throughout my body and my hands are shaking so much I can barely grip the steering wheel. I press down a little harder on the gas petal and soon I'm frantically parking in my parking spot in front of the apartment building. I decide it would be faster to take the stairs than the elevator, so I end up running up the stairs as fast as I can. There's a craving deep inside me somewhere, so intense I can't stop fidgeting and shaking. I slam the door behind me and rush towards the spot where I keep it all hidden. After grabbing the syringe, I flop on the couch and rest my head on the armrest as I push the needle into my arm.

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There's a cold sweat covering my body and I can't stop shaking. I see something move in the corner of my eye and I jump up to face whatever it is. I sigh, running a shaky hand through my hair as I realize there's nothing there.

I'm just a little paranoid, there's nobody here besides me.

Right?

I spin around towards the kitchen, thinking I heard something. I sit back down on the couch after reassuring myself that there's no one else in the apartment. I rest my head in my hands and pull at my hair. I can't stand this feeling, this fear and paranoia. I just want everything to stop.

~

Once I come down from my high, the crash hits me hard. I feel exhausted and fatigued and I just want to sleep forever. Eventually, I muster up the energy to drag myself to my bed. I don't change out of my clothes or brush my teeth, I just throw myself onto my bed and fall asleep.