CAN WE TALK ABOUT MICHAEL PLEASE. HOW HE’S ALWAYS HAD A BEAUTIFUL VOICE BUT HIS ONE TINY FLAW IS THAT HE HASN’T ALWAYS BEEN SO GOOD LIVE BUT IN THE VIDEOS I’VE SEEN SO FAR FROM JUST ONE DAY OF ROWYSO HE’S COMPLETELY KICKED THAT IN THE ASS?! HIS VOICE WAS LOUD AND STRONG AND SMOOTH AND IT DIDN’T SHAKE AND HE DIDN’T SOUND NERVOUS AND HE DIDN’T DO THE THING WHERE HE MAKES SILLY NOISES WHEN HE THINKS HE HIT A BAD NOTE AND HE TOTALLY FUCKING MADE THAT WHOLE SHOW HIS BITCH NO I’M NOT CRYING THERE’S JUST SOME PROUD IN MY EYE.
Mike: I’m from Homer, Alaska. I grew up in a drug infested family. When I say drug infested I mean that they were selling dope and my mama was on crack. She used to beat me and abuse me when I was growing up cause that crack… she couldn’t get what she wanted, so she would take it out on me. She used to lock me in the closet. She’d feed me bread and milk in the closet. Sometimes she would handcuff me to the bed and beat me, buck naked.
The system took me away from my mother when I was eight or nine. The abuse was going on all the time. When she smoked, she’d beat me. When she couldn’t get none, she’d beat me. I had cigarette burns. I had scars all over my body from extension cords.
So, one day I went to school. They was wondering why I wouldn’t take a shower at school, with the rest of the guys. One of the teachers saw the whip marks on my arm. She asked where it came from. I said, “I can’t tell you, cause if I do, I get in trouble.” She was like, “we’re not gonna let that happen, so just tell us what happened.” So I did. I told them everything. When they seen all the whips all over my body, they were disgusted, so they called DFCS.
DFCS took me from my home and made my sisters go live with my grandma. Sometime around the age of twelve, the whole family moved from Homer to Atlanta. My mom was doing federal time for selling drugs. I wound up back in the system when I got to Atlanta.
So, you were in DFCS most of your childhood?
Yeah, the majority of my life until I was about 21.
Did they place you with different families?
I was in group homes and institutions… The group homes were worse than the institutions. They abused and beat me when I was in a group home too. This white family, no offense.
None taken. What did you get in trouble for?
I used to hate eating and they used to force me to eat bananas and mayonnaise.
Banana and mayonnaise sandwich on white bread?
Yep. Man, I used to hate that shit. To this day I can’t eat bananas. They use to beat on us for not eating. There was this older guy that lived there that would try to have sex with the girls in the house. Try to feel and touch on them. His wife knew about it but she didn’t give a damn as long as she got paid at the first of the month.
Did anyone ever try that with you?
Nah, they didn’t fuck with me cause I’d go get knives and stuff out of the kitchen. You aint gonna sexually harass me. They used to beat me though. Used to lock 2 or 3 of us in a small closet and leave us for hours and hours, not feeding us and shit. We might go a whole day without eating.
Do you ever talk to your mom anymore?
Mike: Yeah, we’re close now. In 2010 we had a powwow. We sat down and argued, we cried, we forgave each other and we moved on from that. I still love her. She’s my mother you know but I let her know in 2010 how that made me feel and I also let her know… how can I put this?.. How it effected me as a man, growing up, because I have issues when it comes to relationships with women.
Forgiveness is powerful. Nothing heals like that but, do you feel like you really forgave her for all that?
Sometimes I don’t, to be honest. When I sit back and think about it, it’s really fucked up…
Look for part two of Mike’s story at 3 PM today.
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Ashton: You’d be sat in a coffee shop, reading, or distracted with your computer and then you would look up to see Ash walking past the Café, getting also distracted by your look and staring right at you.
Luke: You would be looking for some new clothes, same as him casually. He wouldn’t be alone, probably with some of the bandmates, so he would just stare at you shyly over the mountains of clothes.
Michael: You’d be on your way somewhere, walking around a park or something like that, and the boys would be near recording a new music video. You wouldn’t even realize they are there because you’d be with your earphones on, but Michael would. And he wouldn’t stop staring, just to run after you minutes later.
Calum: Easy as it comes, you’d be walking down the street and you would come across the hotel the boys are staying in, but you wouldn’t know that. When you passed the door, someone would bump into you. You would look up just to see a pair of really dark eyes, and a smile on his face.
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can't you imagine michael being sweaty and tired but extremely horny after the show so he sits on the couch of his dressing room with your riding him as he gripped your hips tightly and lazily thrusted up into you occasionally, making small whines Nd whimpers as you sucked deep marks into his throat and collar bones
I…I don’t deserve to be fucked up this way…im so…OMFBAHD
Just hearing them argue about pointless things everytime the bills arrive which varies from financial problems to baseless accusations of the other cheating. It was all so sickening.
You’d run off after school on the dreaded day, making up all sorts of excuses and they never realized that those were the days where those sheets of paper which were filled with numbers came in the post.
Somehow, once a month became thrice a month, to twice a week and now it was basically every other day. You find yourself running away more often then not.
There’s a cave near the lake that your family went for picnics when the days used to be more peaceful, happier. You’d run to that cave during the fights, staying there for at least a couple of hours before deciding that it was safe for you to head home. Unless they were still fighting even after you got back, then you would run back to the cave and stay the night.
It was another pointless argument. It was another excuse. It was another trip to the cave, and you most definitely weren’t expecting it to be occupied by a boy with white hair that had a tinge of blue.
He’s startled as well when he sees you, and he gives you a little wave.
“You’re in my spot.”
He doesn’t know what kind of response he was expecting, but it sure wasn’t that. He drops his hand, and scowls.
“Excuse me? This is my spot,” he tells you, and you glare at him in return, your hands on your hips.
“Are you absolutely sure? Because I think I’ve been here longer than you have,” you say, bending down to crawl into the cave.
“Do you not see the ‘M’ carved onto the wall?”
“What does it stand for? Micro-penis?”
He scoffs, but there’s a slight redness on his cheeks. “It stands for Michael, which is my name, and make this place mine.”
You roll your eyes. “Whatever.”
“What are you here for anyway?”
“It’s none of your business.”
There’s silence as the both of you ignore each other, just using your phones and listening to music. When it approaches six-thirty, you watch the sun dip into the horizon. You gasp softly at the beauty, clearly enchanted by it, as Michael watches you with interest.
When the last glimmer of light disappears, you crawl out of the cave, dusting off your jeans as you stand up.
“I was nice enough to share my spot today,” Michael calls out. “I’m not going to be as nice next time!” You glare at him, giving him two middle fingers before running off.
Yet, you find yourself running back to cave two minutes after you reach home, this time, your eyes are filled with tears and there’s a stinging sensation on your left cheek.