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I Hate you-Micheal (part one)

Michael said he would be back 5 hours with your medicine. You look at the clock,4Am. You crawl back into bed and check your twitter. Your throat was on fire and your nose was a snotty mess. About fifteen minutes later, Luke barges in with Michael in his arms. "He's drunk again y/n" Luke stammered. Your eyes widen at the sight of Michael passed out in Luke's arms. "Where do you want him?" Luke asked. You ignored his question drifting into a daydream. How could he go to a pub instead of picking up my medicine? It was a simple task. He knew how sick I was and it seemed like he didn't even care. He has been going to bars almost every night , sometimes he doesn't even tell me where he is going. He could be gone hours at a time and come home drunk as hell, acting like everything is fine."y/n?,hello?"Luke asked again "Where do you want him? He's getting heavy." You looked at Luke then at Michael. "Anywhere but here" You spat. Luke's eyes widened and you pushed him towards the door. "BUT Y/N WHERE DO---". you interrupted him and slammed the door in his face. As soon as you heard Luke drive away you slowly walked up to your shared bedroom and cried yourself asleep.

In the morning, you were woken by a loud banging at your door. You take a minute to adjust to the sunshine flooding in from your window, then walked downstairs to see who was at your door. You look through the peep hole and saw it was Michael. His eyes were all dark and his hair looked like it had vomit in it. He looked like the exorcist. You groan opening the door. "Hey baby" he says handing you your medicine, "sorry it took so long." You roll your eyes and sigh. "Michael, I asked you for this yesterday afternoon." Knowing Michael had a quick temper you braced yourself. " Well y/n, I got caught up in something important" He said. You shake your head, "so your telling me, going to a party, getting drunk as a pig and passing out is more important than me?"

He gives you a shocked look, "I never said that." He says in a annoyed tone. "You don't have to say it Michael." You turn around and walk into the kitchen. He follows and says "Well maybe you need to find someone who can deal with you. MAYBE I GO TO THOSE BARS TO GET AWAY FROM YOU." You shout " MICHAEL, JUST LEAVE..,GET OUT AND NEVER COME BAC---" You feel his hand hit your face. "I HATE YOU Y/N!!"

This was hard to write,
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