Innocence Doesnât Last pt.4
Summary; youâre friends with Michael around the time he starts living with Ms Mead. You feel protective of him, like an older sibling however he wishes you could see him as the man his father wants him to become.
Triggers: Swearing and Angst. Credit to the GIF owners.
Iâm fudging this story a bit. Iâm not including Mead as Venableâs right hand in this story. Only because I tried and I ended up writing far too long a chapter.
Sat on your bed, stewing, your emotions overlapping, numerous thoughts running through your head. You were so unbelievably angry with him.
Why couldnât he of let you know he was okay! And what his plans for you were? Not just leave you alone, scared, afraid, taken from the world, only to be informed everything you loved  had gone in flash, burnt away, leaving you with nothing. You were a shell of the confident, funny, optimistic woman you once were.
Now you had nothing to look forward to. Until yesterday, when he appeared again. Talking about some sanctuary and repopulating the earth.
Where you just a pawn now? A lab experiment to be used and abused over and over.
No! You were overthinking it. Taking a deep breath, you figured youâd be able to calm yourself enough to hear him out. You got up from your bed, determination taking control.
âHe wants to explain, fine, Iâll let himâ you thought.
But you werenât going to falter under those icy blues any more.
Gone was the Y/N he once knew. The girl he could get to tend to his every whim with a flutter of his eyelashes, now you were pissed, and it was going to take a lot more than sorry to get you to talk to him again.
Walking up to his door, your nerves were getting the better of you. Taking a shaky hand, you were about to knock on his quarters door but you stopped. He didnât allow you the courtesy of privacy, you werenât going to allow him it either.
Throwing the door back with as much strength you could manage, determined to show dominance, you stood there in his doorway, arms crossed, and hip jutted. âYou wanted to talk? So talkâ you said as defiantly as you could muster.
He was standing, looking into his fire place, one arm perched on the mantle, he turned round, looking at you. The girl he grew to love, to trust. The girl he missed so much. The only person he loved other than Ms Mead. He missed you terribly. All through his plans and actions of preparing for the end times, countless times he wanted you by his side. Part of him was missing without you and now he was standing before you, he felt whole again. Almost anyway.
Your hurt, pain and anguish was radiating off you. Michael could feel it, he could read every thought going through your mind and his heart broke knowing there wasnât much he could say to make you forgive him for what he had done.
He cleared his throat. Your angry gaze burning into him.
âI canât even begin to explain how sorry I amâ He said, his head shaking towards the end of his sentence.
âWell why donât you tryâ You seethed in response.
He walked to his desk, perching on the corner, hands on his knees. He took in a deep breath. Looking up at you as he exhaled.
âI was on track, learning to control and enhance my powers at Hawthorne. Then I lost everything. Ms Mead, she was killed. Burned at the stake by a coven of witchesâ a lone tear falling down his cheek as he recalled the memory of walking up to her smouldering corpse.
âI lost her and I lost myselfâ he told you.
You stayed stoic. No emotion crossing your face. You felt for him. Ms Mead was the mother he always wanted and your heart ached knowing he lost her but you still couldnât get passed his betrayal.
âI wandered for days, my father abandoned me, never answering me when I needed him most. I started to forget my purpose until I stumbled upon a church. That led me to The Cooperative, who ultimately, lead to the current state of the worldâ he told you so matter of factly.
âSo you obliterated the world and everything in it because your goddamned father, who never materialised might I add, told you he needed you to fulfil some archaic prophecyâ you summed up, aloud. Not quite sure you believed him. You knew his heritage and at first it scared you, but you were determined to show him love, compassion, and humanity.
âYou had me, Michael. I couldâve helped you. I couldâve helped you hold onto your humanity, showed you a better life, showed you a different path from all of this. Instead you cast me aside, you threw away our friendship like it was two day old trashâ you yelled at him.
âThat wasnât the case and you knew it. I had to fulfil my fathers purposeâ he reiterated.
âBullshit!â You yelled at him. You couldnât hold back anymore.
âYou couldâve chosen a different path, you didnât have to follow anyone, you couldâve done what ever you wanted, because YOU wanted it, not because you were told by whoever it was that you needed to follow and live by someone elseâs rulesâ tears were streaming down your cheeks. Your hands flying around you in your hysteria.
âI told you time and time again I was there for you, Michael, I would alwaysâ
âBUT YOU WERENâT! YOU WERENâT THERE Y/N! YOU LEFT! YOU LEFT ME JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE DIDâ his voice boomed at you. You werenât prepared for him to yell back at you. His pain stunned you into silence. He thought you left him? Why on earth did he ever think that?
âYou lost the right to call me that the day you leftâ he sneered at you. Venom lacing his words.
His response pierced right through your heart. You couldnât comprehend that Michael thought youâd ever treat him like his family did. Your tears fell freely now, soaking your neck down to your chest. You never wanted to cause Michael pain.
âI, I, t,told you, you, you could write to meâ you started hiccuping through your tears.
âWhat good what that have done?â He chastised. âI expect you wouldâve dropped everything and run to my aid, would you?â He was condescending you now. His hurt evident.
âHad you received a letter from me, telling you I needed you, that I wanted you, that I ached for you. Your touch, your voice, your scent, your embrace, you wouldâve dropped out of your prestigious college and thrown that all away to join me by my side?â He was still chiding you, walking towards you slowly and menacingly.
âYou wouldnât of done a damned thing because you were too busy trying to convince yourself the feelings you held for me werenât real. You wouldnât have done shit, because deep down, you were too fucking scared to admit how you really feltâ
Your anger rose again, you werenât going to let him belittle you like he was.
âOh and you know me soooo well, donât you Michael. Tell me, if you honestly thought for one second you meant that little to me, why the fuck did you go through the trouble of bringing me here? Why didnât you just let me perish like everything else your father wanted you to destroyâ
âBECAUSE I LOVE YOU, Y/N!!!â He yelled right at you. Tears of frustration welling in his eyes only to cascade down his face once he finally let go of his pent up emotions.
âI love everything about you, and if you know me as well as you claim to, you know I donât throw that word around lightly.
I thought love was just something idiots, and weak minded people felt but you have a hold on me so strong, I couldnât break it even if I wanted to, and there have been times where I wanted to. My love for you has overwhelmed me more so than anything else my father has put me through, and yet, it humbled me, and as painful as it was at times, knowing you didnât feel the same way, I could not stop loving you anymore than I could stop breathing. I am hopelessly, irretrievably in love with youâ
You couldnât breathe. Staring at him, mouth gaping open, too taken aback by his admission. He felt that deeply, that strongly about you and you had no idea.
âI was so uncontrollably in love with you, not a day went past where I didnât have you on my mind, in my dreams, my thoughts, all consumed with you. You were my everything⊠and yet you saw me as nothing but a child. Someone to care for because you felt like you had to, too preoccupied in your own self obsession that you didnât once stop to even confront me about it! And donât you dare tell me you didnât feel at least some semblance towards me because I can read you like a goddamned bookâ he stated.
Michael wasnât the only one crying at this point. You couldnât stop the tears from falling down your face. Your bottom lip quivering uncontrollably, each sob wracking through your chest, impaling the metaphorical knife you put there all those years ago further into your already broken heart.
âY-you, you were so innocent, M,Michael. I, I, was so scared, that, thatâ you kept stumbling over your words. Your sobs making your speech difficult.
âI was so scared that if we moved forward and it didnât work out, I was scared Iâd lose you, and I wasnât going to allow myself to put you through that, I needed you in my life and the thought of you not being in it because I caused you pain was too much to bare, so I tried so hard to push it all down, but then Iâd see you the next day, and your smile would light up your face, and each time I looked into your eyes, I fell deeper and deeper to the point I couldnât even begin to tell you how I felt so I decided that going to college, that would stop those feelings but they only grew, and grew to the point where I couldnât never get you out of my head, and I missed you so much. Then one day, Iâm carted off here and thatâs it, I thought Iâd never see you againâ you finally admitted. After all this time, all those months, all those nights where youâd cry yourself to sleep, trying your hardest to convince yourself you didnât love him, you simply couldnât hold it in a moment longer.
âIâll admit, when I first met you, I did see you as a child who needed nurturing and I donât know why I was drawn to try and nurture you but I was, and then I watched you grow, mature, your confidence rise and all these feelings come crashing on me and I didnât know what to do.â You sobbed.
You slumped down against his closed door. Resting your head on your bent knees, your tears free-falling now. Too deflated to fight anymore, you figured it would be best to just let it go. The inevitable had come and you were powerless to change it.
Michael started to approach you. Crouching down so he was level with your slumped figure. He slowly raised his hand, grabbing your chin lightly to tilt it up towards his face. Your tear filled eyes starting back at those electrifying orbs you so missed. Wiping away your tears with his thumbs, his loving gaze so focused on you.
Not saying a word, he offered both his hands to you, slowly taking your dainty digits in his, thumbs rubbing over your knuckles to try and calm you.
You both stood, facing each other, hands holding as if you were afraid to let go. Michael dropped your left hand, moving his fingers to brush your hair behind your ear.
His head titled towards yours, lips almost meeting, however he stopped so slightly, you could feel the warmth from his lips on yours. Whispering his next sentence so huskily, had he not been holding you, you wouldâve melted into a pool of mixed up emotions and defeat.
âWhy donât I show you just how much of a man I have become? And how much Iâve missed youâÂ
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