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F*cked up (bully!luke) ** PART 1

🚫⚠️IF YA'LL GET TRIGGERED BY SHIT THIS ISNT THE ONE SIS

BLURB: Michael has a bad home life which no-one seems to understand, so he takes it out on himself. To make matters even worse, he was bullied by Luke Hemmings, the most popular guy in the school.

"Move out of my way, fag!" Luke Hemmings spat, pushing Michael's small frame into the lockers, sniggering at the noise made by the contact.

Michael just accepted it, his head ducked down as he picked up all his books from the ground, piling them back into his hands wordlessly and standing back up, ignoring the whispers and points from around him.

It was a known fact by everyone in the school that Luke Hemmings, your average fuck-boy and also the most popular guy in the school, loved to bully Michael, a small boy with lilac-coloured hair.

Michael never knew why Luke hated him so much, but he rather preferred to hurt himself then find out, something that no-one knew about seeing as the only friends he had were the ones that sat beside him in maths class but didn't talk to him afterwards.

"Aw, is the little fag gonna cry?" Luke snarled, mimicking wiping his tears with a fake pout on his face. Michael lightly frowned and turned away from the other boy, walking as fast as he could to his next lesson.

The funny thing was, Luke had never heard Michael speak before. No-one had. People just collectively assumed he was mute, when in fact he wasn't. Michael was just severely insecure, a cause from years of bullying, and thought that speaking up would only cause him more pain. Obviously the bullies took advantage of that.

"Don't you fucking dare walk away from, fatass." The blonde bully snapped, yanking Michael backwards by the wrist. Michael whimpered, his glassy eyes trained obsessively to his shoes as he tried his best to not cry.

"What was that, greaseface?" Luke asked venomously, digging his nails deeper into the other boy's wrists, surprised when Michael's green eyes widened and he let out a loud yelp.

The noise caused Luke to let go of the lilac-haired boy, frowning at him, while the crowd around them began to laugh.

"Look at his ugly face."

"I feel sorry for his parents they have to look at it everyday."

"I bet his parents gave him up for adoption so they wouldn't have to."

"That explains why his hair is that ugly ass colour."

Michael's eyes glassed up again, his thin arms dropped to his side pathetically, slightly confused that Luke wasn't joining in with the laughter.

No, instead, Luke remained standing in his place, eyebrows still furrowed as he stared at Michael's wrist. He brought his blue eyes up to the small boy's face, noticing the tears gliding down his cheeks.

Fuck, Luke thought.

"Is he actually crying? Oh my god he looks even worse now!" A screechy girl cackled, latching herself onto Luke's arm and rubbing against his side.

Michael bit his lip to suppress a sob, a sudden kick rushing inside his body, radiating from the cold metal inside his bag. He needed it. Now. So he turned away, running into the nearest bathroom and shutting himself in one of the cubicles.

"Where is it?" The boy muttered to himself, rustling through his bag. When he finally found his blade, he smiled grimly, painfully, and began rolling up his sleeve, his past scars just reminding him of how fucked up he was.

He couldn't hold back the sobs that rippled across his body as he ran the blade across his wrist once, hissing in pain. Still, it distracted him from the pain he felt in his chest, screaming at him that he was worthless.