Te Amo

15~Disconnected

But I've found my sweet escape when I'm alone with you

“Mr Clifford. Mr Clifford!”

Michael was quickly pulled out of whatever dream he was having and sat up, looking around in alarm. He quickly wiped the drool from his mouth on his hand while trying to take in where he was. White walls. Smell of detergent. Uncomfortable chair. Michael’s gaze then shifted to Ashton, who was still asleep in a hospital bed.

Right.

The fight.

“Mr Clifford?”

Michael looked around before locking eyes with a police officer.

“Yeah?” Michael croaked, before clearing his throat.

‘Can I have a chat with you? In a separate room?” the police officer asked.

Michael hesitantly got up, and followed the doctor to an empty office.

“Okay, take a seat.” Michael did as he was told. “Now, we haven’t being able to talk to Ashton specifically yet as we’ve been told to let him rest, but we’ve been told this was a case of attempted murder?”

“I- I don’t know- I guess.” Michael stuttered.

“Do you know by whom?”

“Um-” Shit. This is where it gets hard. He didn’t want to rat Luke out. He was his best friend after all. But Luke had tried to kill Ashton so he had to pay. “I think it might’ve been this guy who bullies him at school- he’s a huge homophobe.”

“Name?”

“L- Luke Hemmings.”

“What does the bullying look like at school?”

“You know, the normal stuff. Name calling, pushing, shoving, throwing paper.”

“Now normal textbook bullying is a bit different to attempted murder. Was Ashton ever depressed? Ever suicidal?”

“What?” Michael roared, getting up. “You  Ashton did that to himself?”

“I’m just exploring any possible options.”

“His knee is shattered! His shoulder was dislocated! He had cuts all over his torso and three stab wounds. You don’t think he would’ve fainted or something beforehand? Personally, I don’t see anyone being able to all that shit to themselves.”

The police officer was silent for a moment before taking a sip from his coffee.

“Well,” he said softly. “Maybe it was you.”

Michael’s eyes widened. Who would think for a spilt second that Michael would try to kill his own boyfriend?!

“You have a twisted ankle, yes? Maybe you two got in a fight and he twisted your ankle. I know you play football at your high school, your the best striker in the team. You hot furious because you knew you couldn’t play for weeks. You overreacted. You pulled out your Swiss army knife and stabbed him three times. Realising what you’d done, you called the ambulance. You also thought that if you made the call, it’d make you seem like the good guy. We did find your fingerprints on the weapon after all.”

Michael was shocked to say the least. The story was utterly ridiculous.

“Am I right?” the officer smirked.

“No! That’s ridiculous! It was Luke! Luke Hemmings! I’m telling you! Why won’t you believe me?!” Michael shouted. “I don’t know who called the ambulance. I was distraught. My fingerprints were on the knife because I wanted to pull it out. I twisted my ankle getting into a fight with Calum. It’s not even football season.”