Sinking Boat 》 clifford *Book Two* DISCONTINUED

Trois - im sorry

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*trigger warning*

It had been two weeks. Two weeks since our Mikey had smiled. Two weeks since pranks happened. Two weeks since laughs were heard. Two weeks since I had my beautiful Michael hold me.

Michael was crying every night. No one new why, I wasn't sure why, but I missed him.

"How is he?" Calum asked from the couch. I looked at the boys and shook my head, mumbling a 'no'. I just checked on Michael, he didn't answer in full sentences, but one word answers.

"Why is he like this?" Luke whined and hid his face in his hands.

"I'm not sure."

"Did you do something?" Ashton asks me with a serious tone.

I shrug. " I don't think so."

Ashton stands us and slowly walks towards me, "If you did something to make Mikey like this, I don't want you near him. Ever!" He yells in my face. "The guy has lost and gained people, I don't think he'd miss you if you left."

I bite my lip and look down at my lap. Ashton is yelling at me and I have nothing to do but to just sit there and listen.

"Ash, stop." Luke yells.

"It's her fault!"

"We don't know that!"

"I do!"

I get up from the couch. "I-I'm going to take Michael some pizza." I stutter and grab a paper plate, stacking three slices. Just how Mikey likes it.

I walk out of the room and down the hall to me and Michael's bedroom.

Michael and I don't share a bed anymore. He ordered another room with two beds, two weeks ago. At midnight, i'd feel Michael climb in bed next to me, and hold me.

I unlocked the door and heard his cries stop. My heart broke and I felt like crying as well. It hurt hearing his cries.

"Mike?" I whisper.

"Yes?"

"Are you hungry.?"

"..."

"Mike?"

"No."

I frown. "You need to eat."

"No."

"When was the last time you ate?"

"..."

"Michael?"

"I'm not sure."

I sit next to Michael on the bed and he grabs my arm and starts sobbing. "I-I'm sorry." he's choking on his cries and I brush hair out of his eyes.

"Shh," I hum and cup Michael's cheek. "Don't cry Mike."

"I'm sorry, Haley."

I shake my head, "For what, Michael?"

He lifts his shirt and I gasp.

"Michael!" I cry and hold him. "Y-You need to eat.."

"I want to be perfect!" He cries louder and throws his head back on the pillow, facing the wall.

The picture of Michael boney stomach in my head makes me want colaspe.

"You are perfect Mikey." I whisper and lay next to him.

There's a silence. "I'm not skinny."

"Yes you are."

"I don't look like Zac Efron..."

"What are you talking about?" I ask and sit up. "What do you mean MIchael?"

"You said Zac Efron had a "nice body" I want to be perfect for you." Michael rolls over and looks at me.

"This is al my fault, Michael you are perfect."

Michael shakes his head and sits up, "No, no, no, this is not your fault beauty." He murmurs and brushes his thumb under my eye, whiping away my tears. "It's my fault i'm not perfect."

"Michael! You are perfect! I promise." I cry and fall into his chest, he falls back from how weak he's feeling and he wraps his arms around me.

"Please eat." I murmur.

"No."

"Why not?" I ask and rub the back of Mikes neck, touching his now faded red hair.

"I'll get fat."

I feel a tear slip my eye.

I'm no good for him.

"Please, even just a bite?" I ask and get up grabbing the plate.

"No."

"Michael!"

"Fine! Feed it to me." He playfully says and I smile, picking up a slice and placing the plate back on the table, sitting next to Michael again.

I lift the slice up to Michael's mouth and he nibbles on it. "I said bite not nibble."

He stares at me as he slowly chews the nwo large bite. Tears build up in his eyes. "I'm so fat!" I cries and spits out the food running to the bathroom. He slams the door shut and theres a click letting me know he locked the door.

I hug my knees to my chest and begin to cry.

I'm so sorry Mikey...

an: ugh that hurt writing

and i was listening to "little do you know" by alex and sierra

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