Oh, baby girl, don't get cut on my edges. I'm the king of everything and oh, my tongue is a weapon.

Again, the * means abuse and rape and if you are uncomfortable with that skip this chapter and please do not read this.

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Elle was awoken by the sound of her front door slamming open and the walls shaking around her. Elle didn't move. She had no idea what to do. What if someone was robbing her? She was trying to stay calm as she heard loud footsteps make their way to wear she was. She was breathing heavily as the doorknob shifted and her door creaked open.

In stumbled a heavily intoxicated Michael that had a smirk playing on his lips.

"You scared the fucking shit out of me," Elle said, her chest moving up and down.

Michael shrugged before taking off his jacket and throwing it on Elle's desk, knocking her glass of water over.

"Oh fuck," Michael muttered. It was the first thing he had said since he stormed in and it wasn't even something towards Elle.

"What are you doing here?" Elle asked. She didn't get a response.

Michael shrugged his shoulders before stumbling over towards Elle's bed and collapsed on top of her. She let out a groan but allowed Michael to stay on her. Michael shifted over so that his body was more proportionally on top of his girlfriend's. He held eye contact with her but didn't wait a single moment before pressing his lips to Elle's sloppily. Elle hesitantly kissed back. She didn't like that he was intoxicated and trying to kiss her. He knew that Elle only liked doing things sober or slightly tipsy. She liked both of them being aware. 

His tongue started proding at her lips but Elle kept her lips shut. Michael didn't like that. He grabbed onto her face with one hand forcefully and smacked down onto her bum harshly with the other. She gasped in pain and Michael shoved his tongue into her mouth. Michael was practically choking her with his tongue. She did not like this at all. 

Michael's body weight was crushing her and Elle tried pushing him back but he was insistently pushing her down. Elle punched at his chest hoping he'd get off her but it wasn't working. She loved Michael but she hated when he had his moments like these. Tears were rolling down her face as she tried to scream out but Michael's tongue was in the way.

Elle cried out as he started rubbing her over her pajama pants and grinding down onto her. Michael took her cry out of agony as a cry out of pleasure. She hated this. Elle bit down on Michael's lip harshly, hoping that it would make him bleed, before she shoved him back and slapped him. Michael was in shock. He was in a daze of what had happened. He couldn't seem to understand why his lip was bleeding and why there was a growing red hand print on his face. 

This always would happen. Michael would get drunk. He would force himself on Elle. She would hit him and punch him. He'd go sleep on the couch. Michael would wake up pissed. Elle would have to apologize. She was so fucking tired of it and she was angry now.

"Get out!" Elle seethed, "I will call the fucking police if you do not leave my room."

Her eyes were wide with angry tears and Michael had never heard her voice so malicious, dangerous. He knew that Elle was being serious too. She had never threatened calling the police on him but she was obviously about to snap right now.

"You wouldn't. I have you wrapped around my finger," Michael said smugly. 

Elle's jaw locked as she glared at the boy who was drunkenly sitting in front of her.

She got out of her bed, dragging Michael with her and shoved him out of the room. Elle was not going to let him explain right now. She just wanted him out of her hair right now. She was not going to waste time to get him out and her into safety.

Elle slammed the door loudly before locking it her behind her. She didn't need Michael walking in in the middle of the night and doing the same thing again. She stripped out of all her clothes, throwing them in the trashcan and grabbing a new set of clothes. Elle would never be able to wear those clothes again without wanting to burn her skin off. She felt like setting her skin on fire now honestly.

Elle grabbed a new pair of pajamas from her drawer and quickly put them on, not doing anything but climbing into bed and burying herself under five blankets. She had not stopped crying and she felt dirty lying in the bed where the events had just occurred. She wanted to burn the sheets and throw her mattress out her window but she couldn't. She definitely did not have the money to continue doing that. 

Elle didn't sleep a minute that whole night. She was terrified being with Michael. She loved him but he was so dangerous and horrible to her mental health. It hit her hard that it was four o'seven in the morning and she was just realizing this. What had she done to deserve this? Nothing. She deserved better. But again she didn't. She deserved this for disobeying her parents. She deserved this for dropping out of high school. She deserved this for cheating on her last boyfriend three years ago with Michael. She deserved Michael.

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I'm saying this now! I don't believe in any shape way or form that Michael acts like this. IT IS APART OF THE STORY LINE AND MICHAEL WOULD NOT DO THIS IN REAL LIFE. I ALSO DONT BELIEVE HE ACTS LIKE THIS. I MADE ThIS TO BE BASED ON BADLANDS AND ThIS IS HOW I INTERPRETED THE SONG. I know Michael would never do this again. 

I will hopefully be finishing this book this weekend since there's only ten chapters but then I'll be starting Roman Holiday which is Book #2 and it would be Calum's story. I'm excited for that so yeah :-)  I'll post soon! Xx

~malumwritings