Muke One Shots

Saviour

MICHAEL

I awoke to the sound of shouting, probably my parents. They're constantly fighting, and apparently it's all my fault because my dad had to shove his di-

"Michael, up!" My dad shouts from the other room', interrupting my thoughts.

I reluctantly sat up in my bed and looked out the window, all of those normal families who eat breakfast together and greet each other when they get home. I don't have that. I have a dad who uses me as a punching bag and a mother who doesn't realize that anything is wrong with this family.

I stretch and get up, walking toward me bathroom. I lock the door and turn the shower on.

It's been about a week since the last time my dad through a punch directed toward me, and I was really relieved when I made to the kitchen without him shouting at me or pushing me down. I grabbed an apple from the bowl on the counter and took a bite.

I didn't finish the apple, so I threw it in the trash and walking toward the apple.

"Michael?!" My dad screams from the kitchen as I'm pulling on my shoes.

I didn't respond, I just got u[ and walked into the kitchen where I found my dad staring at the garbage can.

"Was this you?" He asked, picking up the apple out of the trash. I gulp and nod, what was so bad about throwing away the appl?

"I work six straight hours to get us money for food. You don't appreciate that do you?" He spit.

"Y-yes I do." I stuttered, afraid of what was coming next.

"Obviously not, because you just wasted a perfectly good apple. You're wasting my hard earned money.' He says angri;y. marching his way towards me. He takes me by the front of my shirt and shoves me back against the wall.

"I never want to see perfectly good food in the trash again." He brings his fist up and sends a blow toward my face. He does this a couple of more times before letting me drop to the floor.

"Never.'' He spits. "Now get up, if you're late for school you'll be getting it worse.'' He walks out of the kitchen like nothing happened and goes straight up to his room.

I wince as the tears roll down my cheek. Everything I did was a mistake. Every breath I take is a mistake.

I push myself up off the floor, using the wall as support, and grab my bag off of the kitchen table. I make my way out the door and start running to school.

As I pushed the door open to class, the first thing I heard was the scratchy voice of my English teacher.

"Mr. Clifford! Would you like to explain why-" Her voice stops as she turns to look at me. The punches must have left a bruise.

"W-what happened?" She sighs, scratching her short gray hair.

"Nothing, just fell off my bike." I mumbled, taking a seat next to some blonde kid.

"Um, ok..." She trails off before continuing on with the lesson.

By the time class was over, the pain had started to subside. Although I could still feel the pulse in my eye and the pounding head ache.

It was lunch now, and as usual I was sitting in the bleachers watching some kids horeseplay. I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was the boy from English, the one I sat next too.

"Hey-" He was going to continue but I rudely intterupted him.

"What do you want?" I snap, turning my gaze toward him.

"I-i I just wanted to see i-if you were a-alright." He stuttered over his words because I had frightened him.

"Look, I'm sorry. But, I don't know you and I don't discuss personal problems with strangers." I sigh, putting my feet on the metal seat in front of me.

"I thought you fell off of you're bike." He questioned.

"I did." I state, putting my head in my hands.

''How is that a personal problem?" He asked, his eyebrows furrowed.

I glared at him, "What are you, the cops? It's none of your business."

"It is my business, I'm the one who is going to save you." He states, confidently.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I question.

"You aren't OK, and it's obvious. I'm going to make you OK." He says, placing his hand on top of mine.

I push his hand off and grab my lunch bag, "Get away from me fag." I spit, walking off of the bleachers just as the bell rang.

Throughout the rest of the day I got the same greetings, 'Woah, dude what happened!' 'Dude, what the fuck?' 'Holy moly.' It was honestly getting annoying.

"Michael Clifford please report to the main office." The secretarys voice boomed through the speakers.

I looked up at the teacher and she sighed, rubbing a hand through her hair, "go".

I shuffled my way toward the office and as I reached the door, I saw the back of my father through the window.

shit.

I opened the door and my father turned and glared at me, huffing. I looked at the room full of people, the guidance council, the principal, two police officers, and that blonde headed kid.

"What the hell did you do!" I screamed at the blonde, causing him to flinch.

"I did this for you." He sighed.

'What're you? Obsessed with me!" I screamed at him as the guidance council rested an open hand on my shoulder.

"Michael, calm down.'' He said soothingly.

"No, I won't fucking calm down. Why is he in handcuffs?" I asked, scared of the response.

"Because," My dad huffed, "They think I abuse you."

I sigh, how the fuck did this blonde kid know everything?

"Well, he doesn't! Let him go!" I yelled. I knew that if this didn't turn out well, my dad would get me somehow and I would rather stick with things how they are now.

"What's with the black eye?" One of the police officers asked.

"I fell off of my bike." I sighed. How bad can one day get?

"You can't severely damage just your eye from falling off of a bike. Your nose would've breaken your fall." The other cop adds.

I look at my dead and see his nose scrunched up and a glare on his face.

"So what if he does? You can't make me press charges." I sigh.

My dad yells, "Michael what the fuck!"

"We can. He is your parental unit and you are not 18 yet. It is his job to take care of you and he didn't." The cop says.

A few minutes later, the room was cleared and my dad was being dragged out to a police car. I turned to see the blonde kid.

"You've made it worse," I say calmly.

"How? He's gone." He says, confused. "He can't hurt you."

"He has friends. Plus, he isn't sentenced for life. He will get out and hunt me down." I sigh.

"Well then it sucks for him.'' He says. I turn and look at him, confused.

"I told you. I'm going to protect you and when he comes seeking vengeance, I'll be right here." He says.

I look at him for a second before finally saying something, "Do you promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

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Hi! Sorry I didn't update yesterday. I planned to but then I was really tired xD

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