A/N: Hey guys! In this chapter, you will find out what Michael was lying to Luke about. I wanna say there is a possible trigger warning, so in the description of the book, I list the things this story contains so please make sure you're okay with all of those before reading. I really don't want to upset anyone. Even though it may not seem like it in this chapter, this story is to make people who read it, happy. I've received so many kind comments from people who really enjoy this story and it makes me incredibly happy. So thank you all for reading and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Here's the thing about life, sometimes shit happens and maybe you could have stopped it or maybe it was inevitable. What happened to me, I feel is entirely my fault. Luke doesn't know about it. He can never know. Jeremy is the only one who really knows what happened and he's the reason I feel so guilty. Even if my mind is trying to convince me it was entirely Jeremy's fault, I believe otherwise.
Here's the thing, I didn't necessarily cheat on Luke, I could've been but honestly, I wasn't sober enough to know what I was doing. The story is, while Luke was in a coma the boys dragged me to some giant house party which I didn't want to go to but was so out of it and depressed that I didn't even realize I had left the hospital until we got there.
Anyway, at the party, I drank way more than any depressed person should and little did I realize, Jeremy was there. I had been friends with Jeremy in high school and I mean other than being friends on Facebook we hadn't spoken since Junior year. We had been best friends since the 4th grade but during Junior year, rumors were flying around about me and some certain things were said and turns out he had started them all. Which didn't leave me with nice things to say to him, so we quit speaking. I'd like to say I forgave him which I'm sure I did but I'm not so sure I'll ever be able to forgive him this time. This party was an absolute fucking mess.
*The Morning After The Party*
I woke up with a terrible headache and rubbed my eyes a couple times before I actually open them. It took me a second to realize all my clothes were gone and I was hurting all over. I had no memory of what had happened but it really didn't look good. No one was in the bed with me thank god, but due to the dozens of award looking things on the wall with Jeremy's name on them I took a wild guess that I was in his bed. I slowly got up and just put on whatever I could find on the floor. I'm pretty sure everything I put on was Jake's but at this point, I didn't really care I just wanted to get out of here. I slowly found my way through the hallway and saw my phone lying on the floor and picked it up quickly, continuing down the stairs. Just as I was about to walk out the front door I felt someone grab my arm tightly. That someone was Jeremy.
"Where do you think you're going?" He said while turning me around.
"I'm going home you asshole," I said trying to loosen his grip on my arm.
"Hey, play nice. You seemed to REALLY like me last night, what happened?" He said, making me want to throw up.
"I didn't like you last night. I don't like you now. I was drunk off my ass last night and you took advantage of that fact and did God knows what to me okay so just shut the hell up and let me go home." I said trying to hold back tears.
He finally loosened his grip on my arm and I got out of there as quickly as I could. Once I got a little ways down the street I took my phone out of my pocket and was thankful when it turned on and showed that it still had some battery I could use to call someone. Most of my missed calls were from Ashton and Calum. I quickly returned one of Ashton's calls and heard him answer with a worried voice.
"Michael? Where have you been all night? Are you okay? We've all been worried sick."
"Ashton, I'm okay I just ran into an old friend at the party last night and ended up going back to their house with them to catch up and by the time I realized what time it was I figured you guys were asleep and I didn't wanna bother you so I just crashed at my his place. Sorry I didn't text you and tell you where I was." I lied.
"It's alright, Luke would kill me if I ever let anything happen to you. I'm just glad you're okay." He said sounding relieved.
"But anyway, could you maybe come pick me up? My friend is uhm still asleep and I don't wanna wake him up..." I said lying to Ashton once again.
"Of course, text me the address and I'll be there soon." He said before hanging up.
I looked on my phone and figured out where I was because even I didn't know exactly that and then texted Ashton the address of a house about a block away from Jeremy's. I sat down on the curb which was an extremely painful process all in itself. I wanted to just sit here and scream and cry until everything that happened last night just erased itself from history. But crying wasn't going to change anything so I just sat in silence. I don't even know what the hell Jeremy did to me but just the simple thought of it makes me want to vomit. And I did. I felt like I was throwing up my lungs and it just wouldn't stop. Soon enough, I heard a car pull up next to me and before I knew it Ashton was at my side.
"Oh my god Michael are you okay?" He had asked me worriedly.
"Yeah I'm fine. I think I just had a little too much to drink last night." I said while getting up.
I looked down at my shirt or Jeremy's shirt whoever the fucks shirt this is and saw a trail of vomit on it.
"Oh great..." I said mostly to myself.
Ash took off his jacket and held it out for me.
"If you want you can take off your shirt in the car and put this on." He said nicely.
"Thanks," I said and smiled weakly.
I got in the car and saw Ashton turn away before I slowly lifted my shirt to avoid getting vomit on myself again. Once I got my shirt off, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, lots of marks on my stomach. I looked down and saw bruises along my hips and my stomach. That's also when I noticed the bruising around my wrists.
"Oh my god..." I whispered almost shockingly to myself.
I felt like I was going to be sick again so I just quickly put on Ashton's jacket and got out of the car.
"Ready to go?" He asked.
"Yeah, just a sec," I said before walking to a trash can I saw in front of one of the houses across the street.
I got to the trash and threw away what I was still assuming was Jake's shirt then walked back to Ashton's car.
"Not even gonna try to wash it huh?" Ash said humorously while getting in the car.
"It was borrowed anyway." I sighed.
~ Present Day ~
It's been 2 weeks since Luke woke up and they had let him come home last week. Now we were laying on the couch watching a movie together and I got up to make some popcorn. While I was in the kitchen the doorbell rang and I heard Luke say "I'll get it!". I couldn't hear who was at the door because the microwave was quite loud but we were in Luke's house and since he lives with the other boys it could have just been one of them forgetting their key. A couple seconds later Luke walked into the kitchen and said, "Hey Mikey there's someone outside who wants to talk to you".
"Who is it?" I asked confused that someone would need to speak to me here when I don't even live here.
"I don't know just some guy who said he needs to talk to you," Luke said in an almost nervous voice.
I nodded, walked to the front door and opened it to see Jeremy. I was in so much shock I wasn't really registering that this was actually happening.
"What the-" I pushed myself outside and closed the door behind me.
Now that we were outside I began speaking. Or whisper yelling to be more exact.
"What the fuck are you doing here? How the fuck do you even know where Luke lives?" I said.
"Ever since our night together I've been keeping tabs on you and I just wanted to see how my little fuck toy was doing." He said while trying to run his hand down my side.
"Get the fuck off me. You raped me and you're lucky I haven't called the fucking cops on your ass." I said pushing him away from me.
"Hey if I were you I'd be nice to me. I could end your perfect little relationship with your precious Lukey anytime I want." He said stepping closer to me.
"You'd never be able to break us up," I said knowing Luke would take my side if he ever found out about this.
"Really?" He asked.
"Really," I replied.
"Break up with him." He said strictly.
"Excuse me?" I said surprised.
"Break up with him." He said again.
"You're insane if you think I'm gonna do that," I said and laughed before turning around to go back inside.
"Break up with him or I'll shoot his fucking brains out." He said seriously.
I turned around and saw he was holding a gun.
"Why would you do that? What has he ever done to you?" I said trying to stay calm.
"He makes you happy and I hate seeing you happy. Now, like I said, break up with him. You have 24 hours. Tell him you found someone else. Someone better. Make him cry. I'll be watching you both. If you tell him anything about me I'll shoot the both of you. If you bring the cops into this, I will again, shoot you both. And it won't be just once. Trust me on that. Your time starts now." He said before turning around and walking away.
I didn't think it was the wisest move to argue with someone who had a gun with them so I just turned around and went inside.
Luke was sitting on the couch when I walked in and he didn't immediately ask who it was which I was thankful for since I probably would have broken out into tears. I just sat down next to Luke and wrapped my arms around him and buried my face in his neck. I tried my absolute hardest not to cry but I ended up doing it anyway.
"Luke I'm so sorry," I whispered into his neck unsure that he could even hear me.
"Shhh, it's okay." He said wrapping his arms around me as well.
I don't know what I was thinking when i started telling Luke about Jeremy. Of course, I wanted to protect him and I would take a bullet for him but I just couldn't keep this from him anymore. It had taken it's toll on me. I never smiled as much as I used to. I don't eat as often as I should. Sure when Luke woke up I got a little better but it wasn't long before guilt took over completely. I don't understand why I was feeling so guilty if it wasn't my fault in the first place. I guess I blame myself for ever leaving Luke and going to that party in the first place.
"L-Luke he r-raped me. I'm so s-sorry I was drunk and I don't know what he did but I woke up the n-next morning covered in bruises and I just can't do this anymore I'm sorry." I sobbed into his chest.
"Mikey... who was at the door? Was that him? I won't let him hurt you again I promise I'll get rid of him." He said sounding like he was crying too.
"N-No Luke he said if I told you he would shoot you I can't let him hurt you I c-can't I'm sorry I did this," I said feeling like I couldn't breathe anymore.
"Mikey, hey, hey, it's okay. He won't hurt us okay? Nothing is going to happen to either of us. Just focus on your breathing okay? Just breathe in time with me okay? Everything will be okay." He said holding my face in his hands.
"L-Luke he said I had to break up with you and make you cry or he'd h-hurt you. Luke, what do I do?" I asked trying to sound calmer than before.
"Do exactly that. Break up with me. I can cry. I'll know it's not real." He said holding me again.
"Luke I can't. I don't want to leave you alone. He'll hurt you." I said trying to keep myself from crying again.
"It'll be okay. I'll handle this, then we can be together. Always."
"I love you Luke," I said before kissing him one last time.
"And I love you, Michael." He said wiping away a tear that was rolling down my cheek.
And with that we screamed, we yelled, we cried, and fought, all an act to protect each other. I ran out of the house and slammed the door behind me, leaving the love of my life alone and in danger. As I got in my car to drive away I noticed someone watching me from the inside of a car across the street. As much as I wanted to stay and protect Luke, I had to just drive away.
A/N: I hope I didn't hurt you guys too badly with that chapter. It's only the beginning of the Jeremy issue so be ready for what's coming soon. I love you guys. Again, thank you so much for reading. :)
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