unpredictable : mgc

Chapter 35.

*Michaels POV*

It's been 2 weeks since we left. Sure, it's been awesome, playing shows and everything, but I miss the girls and home so much. Especially Brooke. Me and her have been speaking every day, phone calls, texts, skype calls, FaceTime... Everything we can. It sucks that I don't get to hold her, kiss her, physically be with her, but virtually seems to get me by okayish. I'm sane and coping well. I'm trying to focus on the fact that me and my band are getting more and more famous everyday, our shows in Melbourne, Brisbon and Sydney have sold out, and there aren't many tickets left for the other shows. Which is absolutely amazing! We still haven't grown use to the fact that we need bodyguards with us sometimes due to fans. They crowd us like crazy. I see more pictures of me on Twitter than I have on my phone. Ashton seems overwhelmed by it all, he's a lot hyper lately than he has ever been. But it's funny. Luke's still shy, not on stage, but around paps, in interviews, in keeks and videos. Calum's confident in the videos and stuff, but not around people who aren't us. Me? I'm myself. If a fan's gonna fall in love with their idol, they may aswell know them 100%.

"M-Michael?" A deep voice said suddenly, breaking me out of my trance.

I turned around to see Luke on the couch curled up in a ball, cuddling his stuffed penguin.

"What's up?" I asked. Only then I realised he looked like he's been crying. "Whoa! Who the fuck insulted you? I'm gonna go fuck them up-"

"Whoa! Whoa! Michael, stop." He cut me off. "No one insulted me."

I sighed deeply. "Right, what's wrong then?"

"W-We're about to go to Brisbon." He said.

"I know right! This is gonna be so exci- oh." I said, suddenly realising why he's upset. He nodded before he burst out into tears, stuffing his face in his penguins to muffle the sound. I felt sad myself, I went over to him and cuddled him, rocking him slightly. "Hey, buddy...look, everything's gonna be alright."

"Every little thing's gonna be alright." I sang to him. I heard him giggle a bit.

"I sure hope so." He said more seriously.

"It will be, he won't be here, he won't find you, I promise. But why are you so scared of him? I get that he did that to your mum and all...but?" I said.

I felt him stiffen a bit, and then he sighed. "I knew it." He breathed.

"Knew what?" I asked, confused.

"Someone would ask..." he said in a barely audible tone.

"Luke, tell me, I'm here for you, and I wouldn't tell anyone if you weren't comfortable with it. Please, I kept my mouth shut my whole life about my mum, didn't I?" I said.

"The thing is...I understand you about what your mum did to you more than you think." He mumbled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I...I always threatened to tell the police about what he did to mum...and...and..." he couldn't finish, he burst out crying again. I rocked him back and forth again, and once he calmed down he faced me.

"What did that bastard do to you?" I growled.

"B-Beat me...and then...it started getting a regular thing for him..." he cried.

"Holy fuck man, you should have told me sooner bro." I sighed.

"Look." He said. He turned out of my grip and stood up, he took off his shirt and pointed to his back. "Have you ever noticed that scar?"

I looked at his back. And it's true, there was a long scar that covered his whole back, running down the middle of it. Yeah, I've noticed it before, and I asked him, he said he scraped it on a piece of glass.