Undesired

Dustin shook his head, his fist banging on Mike and Alex's front door.
As soon was Mike's smiling face answered it was met with a fist.

Chris squealed as he jumped in front of Mike and took the fist to the jaw instead, covering Mike.

Mike and Dustin looked at eachother in horror.
"CHRIS!"
Dustin cradled his head in his lap.
"What in the fuck is wrong with you! God damn your never fucking happy! He upsets you so you cut, I tried to hit him and you take the blow. What in the FUCK!"

"I told you not to..... we talked about it. He didn't deserve to be hit." Chris said, before closing his eyes and frowning, cracking his jaw.

Mike stared at them both.
Dustin picked his head up and pointed at Mike.
"You! You don't ever come around my house again. I HATE YOU!!! IF NOT FOR HIM I WOULD WHIP YOU ASS YOU LITTLE CUNT! I OUGHT TO DO IT ANYWAYS! YOUR NOTHING BUT A FUCKIGN NO GOOD PIECE OF TRASH WHORE! YOU DESEVERD TO GET CANCER AND DIE!! YOU DESERVED TO BE CHEATED ON! YOU FUCKING BITCH!! ILL FUCKING BEAT YOU TO GOD DAMN DEATH IF YOU EVER COME AROUND ME OR MY FAMILY AGAIN MIKE! FUCK YOU!!! EAT SHIT AND DIE AGAIN!!!' Dustin stood up and stormed off, leaving Mike on his knees with Chris, hot tears pouring from his eyes.

Chris buried his already bruising face in Mike's chest.
"Mike... I'm so sorry. I told him not to..."

Mike just wrapped his arms around Chris, not being able to do anything else except stare after his bestfriend and cry.

"He didn't mean it..." Chris tried weakly as he hugged Mike.

Mike trembled as he held Chris tightly.
"Wh-Why would he come o-over here just to t-tell me and than try to h-hit me....?"

"He asked why I cut myself and I told him the same thing I told you. Mike I'm sorry..." Chris sighed.

"O-Oh......O-Okay.....I-I told you...."
He let out a small sob. He was not allowed to have a bestfriend.

"Mike I didn't make him... I tried to stop him... I told him not to..."

Mike nodded, holding the man to his chest as he cried.
How could Dustin say that to him....

"I'm sorry..." Chris sighed. "I'm going to go check on him." His jaw hurt like hell. His cheek was blueish purple, outlined in pink. It looked somewhat like Mike's had when Alex had hit him. He stood up and thanked Mike before trudging outside.

Mike got up and stumbled into the bed room, he sat next to Alex and threw himself into his arms.

Dustin had gone home, gotten up all his pictures of Mike, ANYTHING to do with Mike, took it outside and poured gas on it before lighting a match and thowing it into the mix, standing their and watching all his memories burn up in flames.

Alex was confused but he immediately comforted his husband.
"Honey, what's the matter?" He cooed.

Chris gasped when he saw the fire.
"Dustin! What are you doing?!" He exclaimed.

Mike shook his head. Alex didn't need to know.

"Im erasing Mike Mizain from our house." He threw in another picture with disgust.

"Honey, what's got you crying like that?" Alex would kill Dustin if he knew...

"Dustin baby, you're overdoing it! I'm fine!" Chris exclaimed, putting his head in his hands before yelping and removing it from his sore cheek.

Mike shook his head.
"D-Don't ask! Just don't ask!"

Dustin growled, throwing in another picture of him Mike and Dewayne into the fire.
"Im getting rid of him."

"Mikey baby, I'm going to murder whoever made you cry like this. Who is it baby?"

"Baby no! STop it! Dewayne won't forgive you if you get rid of these! Honey please!"

Mike shook his head.
"Just stop it and leave it Alex. I dont wanna talk about it..."

"I don't give damn." He showed Chris a picture. "This is his favorite."
It was Mike and Dewayne together, Dewayne kissing Mike's cheek as Mike stuck out his tongue.
He threw it into fire.

Alex sighed and shook his head...

"Honey! You're... you're scaring me. Stop... please..." Chris said softly, grabbing Dustin's wrist.

Mike cried harder. Dustin was his bestfriend....How could he say all that? It fucking hurt.

Dustinused his other hand to pic up a picture, showing it to Chris.
"This is Mike's favorite."
It was a simply Picture Of Mike and Dustin and Dewayne together, under a tree and all grinning.
He ripped it before throwing it into the fire.

Chris threw himself at Dustin, wrapping his arms around his neck.
"Dustin quit it... please... stop."

Dustin kissed his hurt cheek. He picked up another picture.
"My favorite." He crumpled it up and handed it to Chris.
"Throw it in."