Oh, baby girl, you know we're gonna be legends. I'm the king and you're the queen and we will stumble through heaven.

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Elle let out another shriek as her boyfriend kept his hands on the sides of her stomach. It seemed to be a constant reoccurrence. They'd fight and then they'd fuck and then Michael would tickle her to see the smile he thought he loved.

Her boyfriend collapsed on top of her, making the petite girl let out an 'oof'. She let her fingers comb through her boyfriends thinning strands. They were a vibrant red color at the moment since Elle had forced him too. She said it made his eyes a more vibrant green and she just really loved his eyes. And his hands. And his thighs. And his arms. And his bit of tummy (she thought she had a bit of tummy too). Michael would always tell her that she didn't unless he got really angry. Elle didn't like when he was angry. Or drunk. But at the moment he wasn't so she loved his nose as well. And everything about him.

"You know, I love you baby girl. A whole fucking lot," Michael whispered, pressing his lips to the small girl on top of him.

"I know. I love you too," Elle whispered.

She pressed a light kiss to his cheek.

"And I'm sorry I got mad. I just was upset when you said you wouldn't run away with me," he admitted, his grip tightening around the small girl but she didn't seem to mind. She though Michael was still happy. She thought Michael was happy because of her. She didn't notice the small glint of anger in Michael's eyes.

"You know I can't do that Michael. All of my family is here and so is my future. I just got accepted into the nursing program and I've wanted to go to UNI for so long. Way before I met you. You can't just make me give that up. I truly love you but can't we wait until after college to run away?" Elle ranted, trying to compromise.

They always seemed to argue about this. Michael was so controlling over everything Elle did but she didn't realize it. She loved Michael. He'd never hurt her. Maybe once or twice he'd act like it but he wouldn't.

"But just imagine. I'd be the king. Powerful and mighty. You'd be my queen, of course. When we run away, every place we go will be our land. We'll be stumbling through our own man made heaven. Doesn't that sound nice?" Michael spoke, pausing between words to press light kisses onto Elle's neck. Maybe trying to convince her. Maybe trying to just get himself off.

He knew Elle really loved him and he really wished he could reciprocate the feelings but he was a God. Or so he claimed. And Gods weren't supposed to be in love. They were to be powerful and mighty at all times. Love made them weak.

Elle but back a moan, as Michael continued leaving love bites on her neck. She knew she'd get yelled at later by her parents. They didn't like Michael and told him many times to stay away from their once innocent, doe-eyed daughter. They thought she was spending the night at her friend Annabelle's house. Not spending her night drenched cheap, musky smell of stale wine and a Motel 6. They didn't like that their recently-just-turned seventeen-year old daughter was dating a boy that was about to be 20.

Michael honestly had corrupted her. When they first met, she barely knew what second base was and she hadn't ever kissed a boy. She liked to wear nice pink dresses and loved the soothing music of an old Taylor Swift song. She now had four holes through her ears (and one through her nose). She had hidden tattoos and her hair was a dark black color. It really contrasted the blonde it had once been. She only listened to music with words you couldn't understand and very often did the innocent girl she once was shine through. It was normally when Michael was happy and bubbly that she was the innocent girl. It rarely occurred.

"I guess it does. I'll truly reconsider it Michael. I love you a lot and I want to please you in every way. You are my boyfriend and I should love everything you do. I'll think through it and I'll give you an answer," Elle explained.

Michael kissed her harder this time, his hand slipping underneath her shirt and cupped her b.oob softly.

"Fuck, I love you," Elle panted.

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Hey! New story! Michael story! Part of a series! Called Badlands! And each book will be ten chapters each. I hope you guys love it. Xx

~malumwritings