Heaven & Hell

Confessions

+Luke's P.O.V+

I heard a knock on the door a couple of minutes later, and I sat bolt upright from my bed. It kind of scared me, so I didn't open it.

I was watching Michael from my bedroom window, who was leaning his head against the door. It was late now - around 1am. And then I got a text.

Michael: open the fucking door

I didn't open the door, but Michael stayed outside and refused to move until I opened the door. It was still raining outside, so I had to open the door eventually. My bedroom window was slightly open, so I could hear some things. Like his mother calling him and him answering the phone call and angrily saying "What do you want?"

I obviously didn't hear his mother through the phone, because my room was on the top floor and I was far away from him.

"I'm outside Lukes house."

"Because he needs help with his homework, I'll be back in a while."

He made an angry face at the phone.

"No. Bye."

He hung up and looked up. He saw me, but I didn't move.

"Open the door, Luke," He said calmly.

"No. Go home," I answered.

He continued to look up at me and then he he shook his head. He sat down on the wet pavement and refused to move.

Michael's mother didn't know where my house was, so she wouldn't be here any time soon, but I reckon she'll be angry when Michael comes home.

I walked downstairs and opened the door ever so slightly, and looked out. "Why are you here?"

"Why do you think I'm here?"

"Go home, Michael."

He didn't move.

I sighed and opened the door fully.

"Will you tell me what's wrong?"

"Why do you care?"

He didn't answer.

He walked inside.

"Well, I don't know what's really wrong with you, but you didn't send me that fucking text by accident."

"Why are you taking this so seriously?"

"Because I care."

There was a silence.

"I can't tell you, Michael."

There was another silence.

Michael leaned against the side of the couch and waited until I would answer him.

"I was-"

He listened. "You were?"

"I was raped, and I-"

His eyes widened, he looked shocked, but he didn't question it.

Everybody was asleep, and the house was pretty quiet, so I was afraid to speak.

"And I did something stupid, Michael. You should really go home."

Michael stared at me with sad eyes. "W-what?"

"And I hurt myself.."

I didn't look at Michael, but I knew he was looking at me, and I knew he was upset.

"You what?"

"Please go home, it doesn't matter."

"Please don't do this, Luke. Please - I care - really."

"Why?"

"I wish you'd stop asking me that."

"Why do you care, Michael? Why does this matter to you so much that you'd walk 20 minutes from your house in the fucking rain just to ask me what was wrong?"

"Because I love you." He said simply.

I looked at him, and he looked back.

"What?"