Michael Afton x Reader

Chapter 5

A little disclaimer:

Please don't be reading this if you're under the age of 12. If I find out you WILL be muted. This story is strictly 13+.

In addition, since the fans have been requesting it, story might get sexual. Both you and Michael are 16. Nothing will be non consensual , gore may vary. Writing/Describing such violent scenes isn't my strongest point and so I apologize for my lack of skill ^^;

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" Maybe you should be a bit more nicer to Mikey.." Norman suggested. The boy patting down your cuts with a warm damp cloth. His gentle hands were considerate and careful, not wanting to hurt or even make contact with you out of fear.
" You think so?" you question. He nods back, glancing at your newly inflicted bruises that coated your legs entirely.
" Norman. Isn't Michael mean to you? "   you ask. Your injured hands reaching out to caress Norman's smooth brown hair.
" Papa was meaner " Norman replied fast. He stood up and lifted the wash basin that was twice his size.
" Wait.. Norman. " you quickly stumble a step forward making him flinch back.
" Answer me- just one thing. Is Elizabeth with you?" you pleas.
Norman shook his head. " Sorry , Michael said no " he scurried ahead before you become daring with questions.

He left you again, just like any other day.
Michael would always come in right after. Norman was in charge of sometimes keeping you entertained when Michael was at school, or talking with your parents to console them over your 'death'. Then Michael would return. Find a reason to be angry and release it on you. He'd go soft, sometimes verbal conflict whilst you sat there with your mouth gagged shut. He rarely used physical contact. In all honesty, you would have preferred physical over verbal any day.
A lot has happened just in 2 weeks. You were ready to live here for eternity. Nothing but a prop in Michael's sketchy house.
Why did he even move? There were so many more questions you wanted to ask Norman .. and possibly Michael.
Did Michael take Norman without consent? Was he given permission to take his brother to a new location?
If not, why is Michael still going to school with a missing family member?

" Ayo, (Y/N)! I've got biology homework that i'd like you to do. Consider it tonight's mercy " Michael came stomping downstairs, waving a worksheet in his hands.
You were thought to not speak out of turn. You nod.
" But i'd prefer if you do it somewhere more clean. I don't need your disgusting blood over my homework " he said , rolling it up then tucking it into his back pocket. He walked over to your helpless figure sprawled on the floor. He squatted down.
" Quick, get on. Piggy back." he clarified in case you were confused.
You didn't wait any further and climbed up onto his back. He wrapped his arms under your knees securely and stood up. " I expect you to get me a good result. Otherwise it'll be hell for you " he warned escorting you out of the dark and musky basement.
It might've been out of pure instinct, or your touch-starved self, you gripped a bit tighter to Michael. You can't remember the last time he was this close to you. Close as in not his shoes crashing into your knees rendering you practically immobile down in your legs, but as in close. Endearingly close.

You hoped he didn't notice you inhaling his school jumper. It smelt like him. His bodywash. His cologne. You remember smelling his pillow. He smelled the same. Your eyes drifted close as your mind wandered to mischievous thoughts. Sweaty skin slapping against each other. Connecting together doing the devil's activity in bed, your nails digging into his biceps as he refuses to go slower.

" HELLO!? God even Norman has better focus than you. Here. I'm watching you. " Michael had placed you on his chair in front of a desk. The room was plain. Not decorated at all, the walls bleached white. This definitely was a new settlement.