Alive || Muke

Quatre

|| I WAS NOT WOUNDED IN ANY PART OF MY BODY, BUT I HAD NEVER EXPERIENCED SUCH AN INTENSE PAIN, SUCH AS A RIPPING OF THE NERVES, SUCH AN ACHE OF THE HEART. ||

"the bet is to be over. i'm quit it," hera said to me. the past week has been really awkward between us, the tension in the house was horrid since it was mainly just the two of us. we never really spoke to one another, and we had that awkward eye contact every now and then. 

"what?" i asked, quickly. "no, you cannot quit this, mother, i am almost done with the sculpture, he's beautiful. i need him." i whispered the last part. my only thoughts at this time were nononono and this can't be happening. i only hoped she was just kidding because i would not know what i would do if she was being honest with me at the moment.

the past few weeks of my life, michael has been the most of a lover and a friend i have had. yes, i was friends with calum, although it was more of a 'hello' and a 'goodbye' type of thing. we could not sit down and have a chat for hours about anything we wanted, i could not tell him how i had felt, we weren't even on nickname bases. he called me lucas for heaven's sake and that was not even my real name!

hera thought lucas was more fancy than luke, therefore she called my lucas. i have told her multiple times at first it was not lucas but she did not care. she started intoducing me to her friends as lucas and everyone started to call me that from there. if only they knew how much i hated that name, maybe then they'd stop calling me that, but knowing hera, it wouldn't happen. i had to be perfect for her and 'luke' was simply not perfect enough. i didn't understand that because it was she and zeus who had named me, not even my other parents.

"you have done nothing but stay up in your room since i have told you to make the sculpture and i refuse to have any more of this, so i have quit the bet. you can stop now, he will be nothing more than worthless rock. now you can spead the rest of your life talking to a rock or actually start to communicate to others. such as that wonderful girl zeus and i have planned for you to get married to.

"i apologised on your behalf, you're welcome. she has forgiven you. now, you will take her out on a date in two hours time, and you will come back as her boyfriend. do you understand me, child?" she says sharply. she does not seem phased by the glare i'm sending her. 

"no." i repled. i was not going on a date with a girl like her. she was short, clearly her boy is not the measurement of her face multipled by seven like michael's was. 

"you have no choice actually. you, my son, will go on that date, you will hold the girl's hand, you will kiss her goodnight or else your precious michael will be broken. you got that?" she replied, smugly. she held a fake smile on her face, looking evily sick. i wanted to scream, i wanted to yell, but i knew if i said anything she would do it. if it was not her way it was nobody's way and i knew that. i learnt that the hard way multiple times, and i could not have it repeated once more. michael meant more than the world to me. it did not matter that he could not move, or anything, i had loved him more than the world and it's only been a couple of months.

"that's what i thought. now, go take a shower. you will pick her up at 6 pm, sharp. if i hear that you mistreated her, or made fun of her in any sort of way, you can kiss michael goodbye. maybe then you'll realise how great of a girl she is. now, remember. open doors for her, hold her hand, compliment her, a lot, and kiss her goodbye. if she asks you to come in for dessert or something along those lines, you go in. anything she asks for, you say yes. is all of this information going through your thick skull?" she asked not even looking at me. she had the guts to tell me all of this information while doing her nails. 

i clenched my firsts trying to breath calmly. i could not believe what she was saying and truth be told, i did not want to believe it. my mother only wants me with this girl because her family was rich, one of the richest in town actually, right after mine. we were basically arranged to get married the minute they had found out she was a girl, and it bothered me so much. what else could both families want and need? we were already the richest two in town, hell, in the world. no one came above us and i could not see the point of us getting married. 

"you can't do this," i whispered, weakly. i didn't want to go with someone i could care less about. i may have not been the best person at heart, but she will realise i have never loved her, she will think i am doing this because i care for her. when she finds out i was only doing this because of my mother, she will be heart broken. truth be told, i could care less, although i did not want a bad reputation myself. i just wanted to be left alone, happy with michael, although she could not stand that. she could not stand the fact her son, her only child, was gay, and i could not stand the fact she was not accepting of me.

"yes, i can. and you cannot do anything about it. i'm your mother, honey. i'm doing this for you, not for me. i want you to be happy, i want you to see the benifits of falling in love with someone as lovely as she is."

"she's not lovely!" i couldn't help the fact my voice raised. it just happened. i had lost my patience. i could not believe she claims this is for me when even a blind person can see this is killing me. "you don't care for my happiness, you care for you filthy rotten money! had she not been the second richest in the world, you wouldn't have even noticed the pathetic slut!" 

she put down the nail file and looked at me. her eyes were basically shooting daggers at me, and i was slightly afraid. "i do not want you using that language under my roof ever again, understand, child?" she said raising her voice. the sound of her voice was filled with venom and hatred. she got up off the chair she was sitting on and walked around. "now, lucas, don't you have a date to get ready for?" she asked, ever so sweetly, with an evil smirk on her face.

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fun fact: they measured beauty the way luke is measuring beauty. length of your head x7