{Michael's pov}

I wake up in my bed very happy about the events of last night. But then I remember that he is coming home today. I meet up with Lucifer and we go to school as usual but the whole day I just think about him coming home and him being in the house with me again. What if I go back to my old ways? What's if I start cutting again? What if I try to kill myself again? No, I can't think of that. I have to try and stay positive. Pretty soon I'll be sixteen and I can get a job and get emancipated and I'll be free of him.

I get home and there he is sitting on the couch with his arms crossed.

"So Bobby tells me that you've stayed in the apartment and only left to go to school, that's good. Maybe now I won't beat you up as much" he says as soon as I close the door. Thank you Bobby, dear lord bless that man. He walks over to me and picks me up by the shirt.

"So your mother's family was all still very upset and distraught over her death. They didn't even ask about you and you wanna know why? Because it's all your fault you useless piece of shit" he spat in my face. He rips my backpack off and throws it to the ground. He drags me over to my room and pushes me out onto the fire escape. He climbs out with me and holds me by the shirt again only now he is holding me over the edge of the fire escape. I grip tightly onto his wrist.

"Please don't do this, dad please" I beg him in tears.

"Maybe next time don't kill your mother" he says while a single tear rolls from his eye. He lets go and the next thing I remember is hearing the faint sound of my own screaming before everything turns black.

{Lucifer's POV}

As I was sitting at my desk I saw something fly past my window and I heard what sounded like screaming. I open the window and climb onto the fire escape. I look down and my worst fear has come true. There Michael is, on the ground in a pool of blood. Oh my god, oh my god, what do I do? Bobby! I run down to the first level.

"Bobby call an ambulance, now!" I yell and race right out the door. I see him picking up the phone as I go through the door. I go over to Michael and check for a pulse. He's still breathing but he's unconscious.

"Alright I called the ambulance, now what in the hell is- BALLS!" He yells when he sees Michael and rushes over to examine him.

"He still has a pulse" I say. Bobby nods.

"What happened?" He asks. I think, what could have caused this? He seemed happy just the other day, he wouldn't have done this to himself. Then I remember what crucial event was happening today.

"His father" I breathe out. Before I know it, Bobby has dragged Michael's father down here.

"Look at what you did to him! Look at him! That is your son right there sitting in a pool of blood and you put him there!" Bobby screams and Michael's dad seems visibly hurt by the sight of his half-dead gay son.

(If you get that reference tho, oh lord now I'm imagining Michael's dad and Bobby doing the number this is supposed to be sad)

The ambulance arrives and takes Michael and I to the hospital. Bobby calls the police and they take Michael's dad away. At the hospital they rush Michael into surgery and I decide to call Charlie.

"Hey, how's it going?" She asks.

"Michael's dad threw him out a window!" I yell through the phone.

"I'm sorry, he WHAT?!??!!?!!" She screams so loudly that people in the waiting room stare at me.

"I'm at the hospital, he's in surgery now" I say.

"I'll gather the troops" she replies and hangs up before I can even say anything else. About a half an hour later Charlie and the rest of our friend group shows up, including Bobby.

"Any updates?" Charlie asks. I shake my head.

"Well Michael's father confessed to the police so he's going away for a long time. I tried calling Michael's other family but none of them said they wanted him so the police agreed to give me custody of him but I have to file some paperwork" Bobby says. At least he'll be safe.

After a few more hours a doctor finally comes to see us.

"Michael Cohen" a doctor calls out and we all stand up from our seats. He walks over to us.

"Michael is out of surgery and he's still alive. But, I'm afraid he's in a coma and he may never wake up" the doctor tells us. I can't process it. I can't even think that what he is saying couldn't possibly be true.

"You can see him if you'd the like" the doctor says and I feel myself being dragged by someone. We get to Michael's room and there he is with bandages around his head, an IV in his arm and breathing tubes down his throat.

"This can't be happening" I say sitting in the chair next to the hospital bed looking at my boyfriend.

"No, he can't be in a coma. Not like every other Supernatural fanfic, we can't be a cliche!" Charlie yells.

"Cliche?" Gabe asks.

"Fanfic?" Kevin asks.

"Supernatural?" Jack questions.

"Nothing" Charlie mumbles.

My life is like a cliche fanfic and I hate it.

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There was some sadness, a Heathers reference and a fourth walk break. So all around it was a good chapter. Lol I hate myself too.

Thanks for reading :)