Bruised Hearts (Muke au)

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Michael was sound asleep when thuds throughout the house had awoken him. He sat up, knowing Luke left hours ago. Would he come back this late at night? He sat up, waiting for the noises to continue or subside. Either way he should probably deal with them. As his feet were about to hit the ground the bedroom door slammed open. Making him jump back in fear. 

It was almost worse then a stranger breaking into his house. Alex. Why was he here so late? 

"Y-You are mine," The older man mumbled the words, barely being able to hold himself up. 

Michael just shook his head, "Alex, you're drunk,"

As Michael got up to help the older man to the bed, Alex stood there watching every move. Now standing in front of the man before him. Michael went to go grab him to lead him to the bed when a hand made its way across his face. Michael instantly took a step back, not wanting repeats of the past to happen. 

It was almost as if they were having a staring contest. Neither of them moved. It was almost as if Alex was waiting for Michael to move so he could jump on him and trap him. Michael was frozen in fear. Should he try to run out or confront the sad excuse of a man in front of him.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Alex almost sounded sober but Michael knew better. 

Michael was stuck. He felt as if he was always stuck nowadays. He loved the man in front of him. The memories were glued in his mind. How every night would end in gentle touches and sometimes soft but consented moans. His life use to be perfect. Where did it all go wrong? The sunshine that was once his life was now blocked by one big storm cloud. Trying to ruin his life every way possible. 

Alex stepped forward and grabbed Michaels arm before he could step back. As Alex got closer, now chest to chest. All Michael could do was shake in fear. Smirking out of the reaction he got, Alex pushed the younger one against the wall. 

"Please, please don't," Michael pleaded. He was already in so much pain mentally and physically from Alex he doesn't think he could handle more. The first punch was to his left side. His body instantly went to curl up on itself but the other hand around his neck refused to let it happen.

The hand soon left his neck just for it to connect to his face. Why? This wasn't normal? Michael hated how somehow he had become Alex's punching bag and he couldn't do anything to defend himself. Pain soared throughout his body. Alex didn't look like he was about to give up.

Michael felt something wet drip down his face and at this point he couldn't tell if it was blood or his tears. 

"Stop, you're gonna end up killing me," Michael shouted over the older ones grunts. As the hitting didn't slow down more fear filled him. What if that was his plan? Trying to get away it was useless with the grip now on his right arm. 

Michael thought this shit only happened in books why does it have to happen to him? After a few more minutes Michael was almost sure that he was close to death. Alex stopped then. The heavy breathing filled his ears as he was too afraid to open his eyes. Being picked up made him yell in pain. His body was soon greeted with his bed. 

Michael expected his clothes to get ripped off but he was only greeted with a door slamming. Slowly sitting up, and saying ow about twenty times, he looked around the room. Now alone he laid back down. It was almost as if his body was screaming at him. He knew blood was dripping all over his white sheets, but at this time he didn't care. 

Soon sleep took over, or maybe he just passed out from all of the pain. Either way, his dreams were filled with the blonde hair boy who somehow forced himself into Michaels life.