talk // muke

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Michael watched as Luke walked with his head down.

"Hey, sexy." "Fat ass." "You look better with your clothes off." "Ugly." "Slut." "Whore."

Ashton walked beside him, making sure nobody touched Luke. Michael could tell Luke was scared, and the last place he wants to be is school.

"Have you found a way to get him back yet?" Calum asked, and Michael shook his head.

"There's nothing I can do that is good enough to get Luke back. He deserves the world." Michael whispered, watching as the blonde boy continued to get torn down.

"Sing to him, and bring him roses. You have an amazing voice, and I'm sure he would love it." Calum said, so Michael nodded.

"I'll do it maybe next week when everything subsides a little." Michael whispered, watching as the beautiful blonde boy wiped his eyes.

"Okay."

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Triggering
"I hate you!" Luke heard as his back got slammed against the wall. He looked up into his dad's eyes, hoping he would stop.

He felt a slap come across his cheek, so he sucked in a breath and waited for the stinging to go away.

"Guess you're little boyfriend finally got tired of you. Nobody wants you!" He yelled, and hit Luke again. "You really thought he would love you? If he really loves you, then where is he now?" Luke's dad growled before throwing Luke to the ground.

Luke waited until his dad was gone until he crawled into his room, and into the bathroom. He sobbed as he leaned over the toilet, shoving his fingers down his throat until he was throwing everything up.

Luke sobbed as he pulled a never used blade from the drawer. He wants to die, just not tonight. Everybody hates him. He even lost Michael. Michael betrayed him.

He slashed his wrists and watched as the tears mixed with blood.

He had nobody. Jack was an hour away, and Ashton wasn't his friend. He just felt like he had to protect Luke because of what he has done, Luke thought.

Luke hates himself.