SLIGHT TRIGGER WARNING?
(NO CUTTING, JUST LIKE BLOOD AND EMOTIONS)

Day 3- Thursday night
Luke's POV

"Mickey," I sighed.

She didn't even turn. In fact, her shoulders only slumped at me trying to talk to her for the countless time today. When I saw her with Calum, the bell promptly rang, and she scurried off before there was a confrontation. As for Calum, I just ignored him. I had no idea what to say to him at the moment. I knew it wasn't my place to tell him off, because after all, I openly stated that I didn't care about her.

But I still ignored him.

Mickey ignored me. She came to the car today without a fight. She just stared straight ahead as she got in and sat down. When I tried to talk to her, she would just continue to give me the silent treatment. I don't think she was mad, she seemed more upset than anything else. To be honest, I would rather have her be mad at me.

I wanted to hear her yelling at me. I wanted to see the fire in her eyes, because if she was yelling at me then I knew she was okay. I knew how she was feeling. I knew she was still thinking rather clearly if she could openly express how much she despised me. But she wasn't. Her silence scared the hell out of me.

I didn't know what to expect out of her. Every now and then I would look over and see her cringing. I could see it in her eyes, she was just reliving that moment when Amber dumped the food on her, over and over. I wanted her to just be able to forget. I knew she was getting more upset and upset by the moment. She
was like a ticking time bomb.

I felt horrible about it all. I was angry as myself for letting it happen, and I felt stupid for not caring until it was too late. I'd indirectly helped to publically humiliate Mickey not once, but twice, in the past 2 days. I'm hands down a grade A asshole. I wouldn't blame her if she never spoke to me again.
We got home and she watched her shoes while she went up the walkway.

"Please don't ignore me anymore," I begged.
She turned and shot me the dirtiest look, "oh put a sock in it Luke. Its only been 3 days and I want to fling myself out the window to get away from you,"
Normally, I took her insults with no tear, but it felt different now. I was somewhat hurt that she would go to such lengths to get away from me. Again, I knew I deserved it, but it still hurt.

"Look, I know I'm an ass and a dick or whatever you want to call me," I sighed, "but I'm sorry."
"Yeah right," she snorted
"I mean it," I mumbled.
"You also said that you don't give a damn about what people say about me, yesterday," she pointed out, "so you can fuck off. I hate you,"

With that she went upstairs, leaving me standing in the entryway really confused and really upset.

~*~

"This wasn't how it was supposed to turn out," I heard

Feeling curious, I crept down the hallway. Makaylas pure white door was open just a crack. It gave enough room so up I could see her. She was sitting on the edge of her bed, her back towards me.
She was holding something in her hands. I couldn't tell what it was because dark strands of her hair hung down like a curtain, concealing her face from my view. Her shoulders shook and I heard a small sniffle.

"Everything is a mess now, Nick, and I still can't believe you're gone," she whispered.
I was in close enough range that I could hear her quite clear.
"Mom and dad, they don't really care. I think they stopped after you left." She continued, "they're always gone. I-I just don't know what to do sometimes. Some days, I come home and I just had the absolute shittiest day, but no one is ever here to listen to me. I know you would if you could,"

Her shoulders trembled as a small sob escaped her lips. A frown immediately appeared on my face. This girl was making me an emotional mess.
"I miss you," she hiccuped, "I told you not to go, I fucking told you! And you didn't believe me! And now you're gone! You left me!"
Her voice had risen until she was screaming. I couldn't tell if she was sad or angry, or both. Probably both.

She stood up, her entire body shaking.
"No one ever listens to me!" She screeched.
The thing in her hand was smashed to the floor. I heard it shatter into pieces. It was a picture. She bent down and picked up one of the shards, a small gasp escaping her lips. She couldn't believe what she'd just done.

I rushed in, "Makayla!"

She didn't even flinch as I did so. She just stared down at her hands, dark red blood surfacing to her skin. I was horrified. I needed to get her cleaned up, but the shards were still everywhere, and she didn't even have socks on. Thinking quickly, I picked her up. She was limp in my arms like a rag doll.
After I brought her into the bathroom, I set her on the sink. She just stared at the floor blankly.

"Makayla, say something." I pleaded.
"You suck," she responded quietly.
Out of all the things she could of said. I would've laughed if she hadn't just scared me to death and back.
"I'm going wash your cuts," I told her, "so none of your antics,"
She nodded slowly. I took the wet cloth and began to put pressure on her cut.

She hissed in pain, kicking the cabinet as she did so.
"I know," I huffed, "stay still,"
"That fucking hurts," she whined, "distract me,"
"Okay," I shrugged, ".....I'll give you unlimited chances to call me anything you want,"

Her eyes lit up. The biggest grin I've ever seen overtook her features. Of course that did it. Boy did she take advantage too. She started rattling off a whole fucking list of all the things she has and will probably call me. Some of them were absolutely absurd, like an "ass waffle" and a "pissweed". I was bitting my lip ring just to keep myself from bursting out laughing.

"-and you're a-you're a.....wow. I've actually run out of names to call you," she muttered.
I finally laughed, "damn, you're cruel you know that? That was a very creative and long list,"
"I'll think of more," she promised emotionlessly.
"Well, I think it finally stopped bleeding, so you won't have to," I told her.

She looked down at her hand. I could see her analyzing the marks. They weren't as bad as they looked. I mean, maybe I over reacted a little, but she honestly scared me so bad.
"I think I'm fine now," she bent her fingers a bit, "um...thanks,"
"No problem," I sighed.
She stood up, but I knew I wasn't done talking to her.

"Mick?" I asked
She turned.
"Are you alright?" I asked softly, "what was that all about?"
She shook her head, "it doesn't matter,"
"Okay," I shrugged, not wanting to push her, "why don't you go downstairs while I clean up the glass,"

"I can do it," she told me.
I shook my head, "it's fine, just go downstairs,"
She sighed and nodded her head. I cleaned up the glass easily, not cutting myself a single time. That was a little lucky, I had to admit. Amidst the shards was the photo she'd thrown. I picked it up and examined it. It was a picture of she and a young man. He was definitely a bit older than she was though. They looked so happy together.

That must have been the "nick" she spoke about. They looked very alike. They had the same brown hair and blue eyes. He had to have been her brother. The thing was that I honestly thought she was an only child. I've never seen this boy around the house before, not in a single family picture on the wall. He hadn't been spoken about either. I wondered why.

I gingerly placed the picture on her vanity. She'd surely be looking for that later.

Then I came back downstairs. The TV was on at a low hum. When I peeked my head in I saw her watching the screen closely. I didn't pay any mind to exactly what she was watching, I just watched her. She seemed to have regained her composure and stability. She didn't even notice me yet, even as I stood in the doorway. I decided that bothering her wasn't a good idea, so I let her alone to relax a bit.

This week was absolutely crazy so far. I've only been here 3 days and so much has happened. First, we have the whole argument on Tuesday, then the standoff between she and Amber the next, followed by the whole shower incident. Now another stupid Amber incident took place, I'm single yet again, and my bestfriend is taking a go at Mickey. What the fucking hell? I don't think I've ever experienced so much action in a span of 3 days.

It was tiring. I lay on my bed, staring up at the milky white ceiling. My eyes blurred the pattern and texture of the ocean swirls above me. I was too deep in thought to focus on anything of the outside world. Eventually, I grew tired of this and grasped around for my phone and earbuds. Music would help this. Music always helped.

I must've fallen asleep because the next thing I knew, I was yawning and looking over at a clock that said 2:34 am. My stomach was growling impatiently. I may have also forgotten to eat dinner. Oops. I closed my eyes and tried to drift back to sleep, but then I realized I never saw Mickey go to bed.

I dragged myself up from my bed and stumbled out. Her door was still open, and I could see her bed. What do ya know, she's not in it. Great. I sleepily maneuvered through the household, nearly tripping and falling down the stairs into a heap to get to the living room.

Sure enough, the TV was still on, and there she was asleep. Now she had a fluffy blanket wrapped around her tiny body. Dark strands swept over her face in a delightful mess. Her lips were slightly ajar to welcome each new intake of air and release the old retired one.

I went over and shut the TV off. I didn't want to wake her up. I knew she would wake if I picked her up, so I switched it around. I grabbed the nearest pillow, tossing it on the couch across from the one she was on, and grabbed a blanket of my own to lay down.

"Goodnight Makayla," I whispered been though I knew she was sleeping peacefully.
I watched the clock for a good amount of time until it said 2:47am. The last thing I remember is my vision blurring and surrendering to sleep.

Notes

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