Michael X 10

Chapter 80:❤️

Back to Y/N
Escape and This It It ran to me. Worried and angry faces. Jacksons jumped because it made him jump after he was just dozing off again.

"Sorry Jacksons. Sorry Y/N. But Thriller is upset again." This Is It stared to me.

"Bad and Michael whacked him with the basketball." Escape added.

"But Thriller threw it over the fence." I explained.

"That's because they hit him." This Is It replied.

I look at Michael and Bad and they were just coming through the garden gate with the basketball.

They highfived and ran to the area where they play.

"Are you sure it wasn't an accident?" I asked.

Escape and This Is It looked at me as if I was stupid.

"He wouldn't cry If it was an accident!" Escape said while facepalming.

"Well. I'll go see him. You guys stay out here." I said to them.

They nodded.

I went upstairs to find him crying his eyes out of the bed. There was a little hole on the wall of his bed.

"What happened to the wall sweetheart?" I asked softly while sitting next to him.

He looked at but this time he screamed thru tears. I seen his hand all bruised from when punching the wall.

I lifted his head onto my lap and played with his little curls. His shoulders shuddered they each cry.

"Shhhh. No need to cry like that." I whispered.

"EVERYTHING HURTS!" He screamed out thru more tears. He looked exhausted right now.

I hate seeing such a happy boy like this. It hurts.

Off The Wall's PoV
I felt bad for Thriller. I saw what happened but my stupid idiotic wimpy wussy self decided NOT to get myself involved.

Michael and Bad aren't that mean. I'm not saying that to be offensive. But they think our arguments are petty.

Oh pahleasee!

I saw them both having a good time again as if nothing happened.

I hate sticking up to people but in this case I'm picking Thriller.

Back to Y/N
Thriller and I were in the bathroom. I filled the sink up with cold water for him to soak his hands in.

I wiped the tears that flowed down his cheeks. He was still shaken up. His eyes were droopy and he was having trouble standing on his own two feet.

After about ten minutes Thriller took his hands out of the water and dried them. There were big bruises.

He frowned at the sight.

He walked back to his room and I followed behind him. He flicked off his shoes and led back.

He yawned and stretched and then turned onto his side. I sat by his bed and stroked his curls leaving him to relax.

"Please don't leave." He murmured with his face smushed against the pillow. I just nodded and held his hand.

He continued to bury his face into the pillow and wipe his eyes with the pillow case.

"I won't." I whispered.

Thriller managed to calm himself down. Then he began to fall asleep.

I massaged his shoulders and water until he had gone asleep.