birthday baby // muke sequel

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Luke's POV.

I stood up quickly before Michael could do anything. His behavior was scaring me, and I don't know what to do. He walked over to me, and grabbed my bum, making me whimper, and close my eyes. His finger trailed up my neck and I tried keeping my breath steady as he pushed me against the wall. I opened my eyes, and looked up at him. "Please. I don't want to Michael." I whispered.

"Why not? Just a few days ago you were begging for me." He spat in my ear, clenching his teeth. He started touching my legs, and moving onto me. "N-No!" I yelled pleadingly, punching his shoulder. He backed up, and stared at me with a threatening look. He placed his palm on my cheek, and brought it back quickly, acting as if he were gonna slap me. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact, but it never came. He placed his hand back on my cheek gently. "Don't punch me." He whispered, swinging, and bringing his palm swiftly across my face. "S-Sorry." I whispered, looking back up to him.

He smirked, and looked into my tear filled eyes. "You're weak. You're just gonna let your boyfriend hit you like this." He laughed sourly, before slapping my opposite cheek. "Michael stop." I cried. He cocked an eyebrow at me. "Beg me to stop." He whispered cockily. I fell onto his chest, and grabbed his collar lightly. "Please don't hit me again, Michael. I promise I'll do whatever you want." I said, and looked up at him with pleading eyes, pushing my body onto his. "Too late for that princess. I'm going to bed." He said, walking up to my bedroom.

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Michael's POV.

I woke up the next morning, and strangely remembered everything. I shot up out of bed, not even paying attention to the hangover, but I ran downstairs, and found Luke sitting alone in the kitchen. I walked in slowly, and saw two bright red marks on each of his cheeks. He turned to look at me, but he didn't smile, and he didn't say anything.

I sat across the kitchen island from him, and he already looked like he was about to cry. "Luke.." I whispered. He looked up at me, and had fresh tears rolling out of his baby blue eyes. "I remember one time my dad said that if someone I love hits me, he would break both of their hands. But he did just that. He hit me." He whispered, and I frowned. I never wanted to hit him, and I definitely didn't want to make him remember his horrible childhood memories.

"Michael. Please leave." He cried softly. I sighed, and went to sit beside him. He flinched when I grabbed his hand. "You made me beg before you would stop." He sobbed into his hands. "You told me not to come home too drunk, but I didn't listen. I didn't know this would happen. I'm so sorry Luke." I whispered. He didn't respond, so I just turned his head towards mine. I kissed both of his still reddened cheeks, and wiped the tears out from under his eyes. "Well. If I ever touch you like that again, I'll break my own hands." I whispered, and tried hugging him.

He shook out of my grip, "How do I know this won't happen again?" He asked.

"You don't. Luke I don't know what I'm doing when I'm drunk, and that's the worst excuse ever, I know. I'm already hating myself enough for doing this, and you deserve a guy that would never lay his hands on you like that, but please forgive me? I'm so sorry I hit you." I said, and grabbed his hands.

"Whatever." He whispered, standing up. He walked out of the kitchen, and I heard him go up the stairs. I sighed, and hung my head down in my hands. I stood up, and walked up the stairs, trying to find out where he was. I checked his room, but it was empty. I walked towards the guest room where Liz had set up the crib. I slowly, and silently opened the door, and heard small sobs coming from the room. I peeked inside, and saw Luke sitting on his knees beside the crib with his face in his hands. I frowned and walked over to him.

I kneeled down, and picked up his chin with my pointer finger. "Baby. I hate seeing you cry." I whispered, and felt bad knowing I was the one who caused it. I looked down at him, and sat criss cross on the floor. "Punch me. Right here." I said, pointing to my cheek. he quickly shook his head, and I looked at him confused. "Why not? You c-" "No Michael. I can't hit you. I would never hit you." He said quietly, moving onto my lap. I felt my heart break at his words. I hit Luke, but he refuses to hit me. "I love you." I whispered in his ear, and kissed his forehead.

He stayed silent as he curled up into my chest, bringing his long legs to his chest. "We can't fight Michael. Were parents now." He whispered. "I don't want to fight anyway." I said, hugging him tightly. "But you hit me, Michael. And you almost forced me to have sex with you. I was so scared." He cried.

I didn't remember that part.

"I forced you to have sex with me?" I asked, looking down at him. He shook his head. "We didn't do anything Michael." He whispered. "Good." I mumbled, hugging him again. "But I can't just act like it didn't happen. Michael you hurt me." He cried into my chest. I rubbed his back, and shook my head. "I'm so sorry." I whispered once more.

He quickly lifted his head, hitting my forehead. It made my headache from the hangover worse, and I leaned back, rubbing my temples. "Dammit Luke." I hissed.

I felt him scurry off of my lap, and sit criss cross on the floor beside me. "I'm S-Sorry." He whispered, clutching his hands together in his lap. I sat back up and reached for him, but he flinched back. I sighed, and slowly grabbed his hand, as if I were asking for permission. He scooted closer to me, and I held his hand tightly in both of mine.

"Luke. I love you more than anything. I feel like whenever I hurt you, I hurt a big part of myself. I know this whole problem decreased some of your trust for me, but I really hope you can forgive me. I didn't know I would be like that. I don't ever wanna get drunk again if it means hurting you, or Logan. I'm sorry." I said, placing a kiss on the top of his hand.

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