Fangs // a 5SOS fanfiction

five

"C'mon baby girl. It'll be fun."

Michael's slurred into my ear, followed by a smirk. His cold hands traveling up and down my bare stomach, which made me want to throw up.

"Please, no. D-Don't hurt me Mi-"

I was cut off by him smashing his lips into mine. I felt the world slow down a little bit, and not in a good way. The taste of alcohol was strong in my mouth, and I wasn't the one even drinking. How much did this kid fucking drink?

He ran his hands through my auburn hair and moaned my name into my mouth. I tried to push him off, but my attempts at doing so probably looked like a small bluebird trying to uproot a tree.

It just didn't work.

The second his lips detached from mine I screamed out for help.

"Ashton, Calum, Luk-" I yelled but was interrupted by Michael.

"Don't you understand babe. They're not here to save you this time." He laughed.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I cried.

"I love to watch them struggle." He smiled and leaned down to my collarbone. I felt him suck on my neck and I watched as purplish-red splotches of color formed around the area. Hot tears slid down my cheeks at record time and it felt as if I couldn't move. I had no control over my body, and it looked like Michael knew it too. Like this was exactly what he wanted.

For me to feel pain and for him to be the cause of it.

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"Elise wake up!" I heard somebody yelling. I shot up and I immediately saw Michael, making me back myself up into the headboard.

"What the fuck happened?!" He asked, towering over my small figure.

"Ashton get your ass in here and tell me what's wrong with Elise!!" Michael's voice boomed through the small room, making me flinch back in fear.

Footsteps got closer to the room and Ashton burst through the door, with a mixed look of concern and fear.

"Tell me what the hell she just dreamed about or I'm gonna damn hurt you." Michael said through gritted teeth, his hand formed into fists. I really didn't like angry Michael and apparently neither did Ashton.

He fumbled with his words for a moment and looked over at me. I shook my head no and pleaded in my head for him not to tell him, and since he can read minds, i sure as hell hope he was hearing this.

Michael raised his hand up toward Ashton.

"Are you gonna speak or am I gonna have to make you?" He said standing up. Ashton shook his head and opened his mouth up to speak.

"You hurt her." He said quickly and he looked back over at me. Tears quickly spilled from my eyes and I shook my head in protest.

"No, I want you to tell me exactly what happened in the dream. Every detail." Michael said putting his hand down realizing that Ashton was going to cooperate. Michael shifted so he was facing me and he just looked angry as Ashton began to tell the story.

"So, um." He started, scratching the back of his neck.

"You were there and you were kissing her, and she was yelling for you to stop and that she didn't want you to hurt her. She was screaming for help from us and you told her that nobody was gonna save her. You were mumbling crazy shit lik-"

"That's enough." Michael cut him off.

"Just leave." Michael chocked out, a tear escaping his eye. Ashton looked between us both as if he was debating weather or not to stay.

"I said leave." Michael said sternly, his eyes turning dark. Ashton left the room quickly leaving me and Michael here... Alone. Michael stood up and leaned against the wall as some kind of support.

"I'm always the fucking bad guy!" He yelled, turning around and punching a hole in the drywall. I watched as pieces of the wall fall to the floor. He sunk to his knees and let a really loud sob escape his cherry red lips.

"Hey, you're okay, shhhh... shhhh." I had mumbled, jumping off of the bed and walking over to him. I knelt down to his level and I took his freezing cold hands in mine and just held on to them like they were the last thing I would ever hold on to.

Probably because at this rate they were.

"I just push everyone away!" He yelled, making me flinch back.

"And I don't even mean to, I just do." He cried.

"Hey, you're okay. I'm with you, you haven't pushed me away." I told him, taking my hand and putting it on his face, wiping away his tears with my thumb. I didn't know how saying this stuff would help, but it did. He slowly stopped crying and pulled my tiny body into his lap, holding me like a child. He nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck and breathed in my scent.

"Why did you have that dream?" He said, his voice hoarse from crying.

"I d-don't know Michael." I said, fearing his mood would change again.

"I just need to sleep. My head hurts." He mumbled. I went to move out of his lap so he could stand up but he just held me there, and when he stood up, he still held me there; Against his chest, where I felt... safe?

"Come with me." He said, looking in my eyes, and without hesitation I agreed.