Summary:

Eventually the story comes to an end in the most unexpected way.

Mike starred at the bland, white walls; his eyes swollen and red; his hair pointing in every which direction; dried tears were cracking along his face; the whites of his knuckles were clearly visible as he held onto the chair he was in. The sound of his heartbeat filled the room as he tried to calm himself down.

"Did you hear me?" A woman's voice said not far from where Mike was at "Michael?"

Mike's eyes slowly moved from around the room to the body of a small woman, her blond hair framed her face and pale complexion while her green eyes set her far apart from anything else. Her white coat was slightly wrinkled where her identification card was clipped onto, reading: "Samantha Rae, M.D. Manhattan Psychiatric Facility."

"Mike, this will go by much faster if you talk." she said in a small voice

"When can i go home?" Mike asked as his eyes moved back to face the wall before him

"You need to talk first."

"I can't."

...

Mike stands in the hallway of Harvey's home which at one point was a place that he too called home, though the time has changed. He trails his fingertips along the wall in silence. Across from him, Harvey is sitting on the edge of the bed, tie undone, a few buttons along his upper chest are unbuttoned, his hair looks freshly messed up most likely by him running his hands through it. He tightens his grip on the small glass cup that is resting in his hand when he hears the sounds of Mike's footsteps enter the room.

"I do love you." Mike says in a low tone

Harvey winces at the words, at the sound of 'Love' escape Mike's mouth, he doesn't actually love him. "I know."

It hurts Harvey, more than anything he's ever experienced. Yes, there was some truth to the words, maybe somewhere deep down Mike did love Harvey but his heart was never belonged to him. It would always be with Trevor. Mike wanted to love Harvey, he wanted to believe that he loved Harvey.

"Do you love me?" Harvey takes a moment to think, there was no doubt in his mind that he loved Mike but he'd put up with Mike far to long. They'd only been together for six months and half of that he spent with Trevor; he watched Mike leave and come back far to many times. Each time he said goodbye, his heart would be shattered. "Harvey?"

"I do, Mike." Harvey said in a low tone

"Then why are you making me leave?"

Harvey sighed and looked around the room, "I have to, Mike."

"What do you mean?"

"Mike, i can't share you!" Harvey said standing up and dropping his glass "Which is why you have to choose. Me or him."

"I can't." Mike said in shock

Harvey's eyes dropped to the floor as his mouth opened a little, he starred at the small shards of glass and liquid that was on the floor only he didn't see the glass, he saw the pieces of his heart on the floor. He couldn't gather his thoughts, Mike wasn't choosing him but he wasn't choosing Trevor. It should have been simple. Mike had the choice right in front of him. Trevor treated him like shit, like garbage; he didn't love Trevor; he loved hurting him.

"You need to leave." Harvey said upset

"Harvey-"

"Now, Mike." Harvey said in a stern voice

Mike looked at Harvey in confusion, he didn't know what to say or what to do, he couldn't just leave but that's what Mike did. He opened his mouth to say something but he couldn't find the words, instead he turned around and walked to the door. He wanted to cry, to beg Harvey to let him stay; to have Harvey hold him but that wasn't going to happen. Mike went home... to Trevor.

Mike let out a deep breathe when he opened the door and heard the sounds of the television, he knew what was to come. The tears started before Trevor even found him. They salty tears fell along his face but disappeared once Trevor's fist made contact with his face; when his shoes cracked his ribs and when the shouts and begs for him to stop were no longer able to escape. He couldn't express the pain or the hurt anymore, he just laid there and took it. He deserved it. He went to Harvey's and didn't tell Trevor. It stopped only long enough for Trevor to grab another beer, for him to scream at Mike.

"Where the fuck were you?" Trevor shouted at Mike standing over him, sweat running down his face and anger in his voice

Mike tried to speak but his ribs felt like someone was stabbing him, every time he breathed the pain was unbearable. "Where were you?!" Trevor shouted again this time ending that sentence with a foot kicking Mike to the ribs

"I... was... out." Mike struggled to say "I'm sorry."

"Tell me where!" Trevor shouted at him throwing his beer bottle into the wall, the sound of breaking glass pierced Mike's ear.

"I was at Harvey's." Mike said breathlessly

"Why? You like him better than me? Does he fuck you better?" Trevor shouted angrily at him "What am I not doing, Mike? I love you. I give you a house, food and treat you perfectly." Trevor's voice grew softer and softer as he slowly leaned down and stared into Mike's swollen eyes "I care about you, Harvey doesn't. He won't ever care about you the way, I do."

Mike looked at Trevor with pain in his eyes, Trevor grabbed Mike's arm forcefully and dragged him into the bedroom where the beatings turned to rape and the rape turned to beatings. This went on all night, abuse after abuse. A new bruise popped up where old ones once were.

...

Harvey's finger slowly pulled the trigger as tears dropped from his eyes, "This is your fault!" he shouted just before the sound of the gunshot echoed throughout the room, ringing Harvey's ears. The body fell to the floor, banging as the two objects came into contact. Struggling to breath as blood escaped his mouth and his chest.

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not." Harvey said as he walked closer, pointed the gun to the forehead and pulled the trigger for a second time that night.

Blood splatter along his hand and the gun, the walls and the door; tears fell from Harvey's eyes into the puddles of blood pouring out from beneath the body.

It was over, just like that. Harvey let out a deep breath, almost happily. He could breath once again. The problem was gone but his heart still ached. It wasn't over, it just hurt more than it did before. He slowly turned the gun and pulled the trigger for the last and final time that night.

...

Harvey opened the door the place he'd called home for nearly three years now, he tossed his jacket on the island, walked over to his alcohol collection where he was planning on pouring himself a drink. He placed his hand on the bottle but his eyes drifted to a small piece of paper on the table. He slowly picked it up and read the small scribbles said.

Fuck you, Harvey.

Was all the note said, there was no name of who had left the note or why there was even the note there. It wasn't from Mike, Mike would have just told him that face to face. Maybe it was Louis but there was no way he had that much balls to even think that let alone say it.

"Trevor."

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