Fall For You

"Mike, Mike, Mike," James chuckled softly and shook his head. "You may think you are the most attractive thing in the world. And I would immediately drop Drew to come fuck you... but you simply don't appeal to me."

Mike wipped out the knife and held it up. Im warning you, ill kill myself anf then I will send you to hell with me.

Right around then was when Drew noticed Mike was not in bed with him. He rubbed his eyes sleepily and walked out into the main room, his eyes immediately widening.

Mike lowered his head and drug the blade across his arm roughly, making a deep, long cut. Making eye contact with James the whole time.

"MIKE!" Drew screamed and grabbed the knife. He held it to his throat with a bit of pressure. He grimaced a bit as it drew blood.
"Mike, you go back to bed and promise me not to hurt yourself right now or I will dig this in deeper."

Mike calmly pulled the knife away from Drew's throst and gently pushed him away.
"Drew baby, go back to bed, im busy."

"NO! Fuck no! Do you think I'm stupid?!" Drew shouted. James was watching all this with an amused grin.

Mike gently pushed Drew into the room and shut the door, holding it shut. Mike then made another slash.

"MIKE!" Drew screamed, banging on the door. He used all his strength and pushed the door open.
"Goddamnit! Stop this! You're trying to help me but you're NOT! I'd rather him rape me every day for the rest of my life than you kill yourself so knock it the fuck off!" Drew shouted.

Mike pushed him back in the room.
"Drew stay in there! I am talking care of this."

"No you're not! Mike! If you kill yourself I will kill myself and Paige will be all alone! So please STOP!"

Mike was making his final cut but he heard that and stopped. He cursed but opened the door.
"Leave James."

"Hey, you called me over in the first place." James shrugged as Drew opened the door.
"Bye. Bye Drewbie." hE winked and was gone.

Mike rolled his eyes and looked down, his blood was dripping down onto the carpet. He sighed, his feeling was going away fast.

Drew took the knife and stormed away. He was not a happy person. All he'd wanted was some fucking comfort after what had happened. But what does he get? A suicicde attempt.

Mike sighed and walked after him.
"Drew, go to bed. I need to find a way to fix this."

"Oh yeah, and killing yourself was a real graet plan." Drew grumbled.

"Drew damnit!, just not right now baby please. Your hurt, just lay down and let me fix my wrists, then ill comelove you."

"I don't want loved." Drew murmured. That was a lie. He did, more than anything. He wanted James's touch gone but he was pissed. "How could you even think of doing that to me?" He turned to face Mike and shook his head. "Just... go fix your damn wrists." He sighed.

"Okay, you either let me love you or I can sit here and bleed to damn death Drew. Dont be difficult."

"I said go fix them." Drew pointed towards the bathroom and laid down in bed.

Mike stepped into the bathroom, he picked up a pure white dish cloth and pressed it to is wrists, he held it there but the bleeding did not and would not stop. He found himself sliding down the wall and sitting on the floor, his vision becoming blurry.

After a while of Mike not coming back Drew walked into the bathroom.
"GODDAMNIT!" He cursed as he called an ambulance. "Fucking asshole!" He screamed, dragging a hand across his face.

Mike gave a strangled laugh.
Were lose going to be the last things he would ever hear Drew say?

The ambulance was there soon, they let Drew sit in the back with Mike.
Drew was about to break. He had promised to cry less and he was trying to keep that promise but it was harder than he thought.