Flinch {A Mike Dirnt Fan Fic}

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His intimidating coos sounded from on his bed. "I think I need to teach you something." He spoke blandly, trying as if to almost try and tower of over my situation of me sitting on the floor around the pole. His smirk was enough to make me shiver.

He takes ahold of the zip ties. And untied them, revealing my bloody, bruised, and crease marked hands. I clutched them immediately, and held them together. He throws the zip ties into a near by trash can, and stopped to look at me. His piercing glare met mine. And his breathing slowed, while mine quickened. I triedmt best to make sure my bottom lip didn't stifle.

Before I could react, he picked me up under the armpits. His grasp was so tight, it made fingernail marks in my skin. I whine silently at the shooting pain. His grasp loosened when he plopped me down onto his bed. I clasped my hands once again I my own, not being able to think of where this was supposed to lead to. I bit my lip.

He took his hat off, then his jacket. He kicked off his old scuffed up Nike shoes. I gulped. He didn't refuse to pull off his shirt. Then his belt.

"Open your legs."

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We sat at the table in silence. I couldn't help but shove more food into my mouth than I should've. They all exchanged stares, as I mashed the meat between my teeth vigorously. It was the holy grail, next to escaping. I liked how that word sounded when your lips purse together to make the 'P' sound.

Everyone's forks and spoons clanked against their plates obnoxiously, and honestly, I loved every minute of it. I was waiting for the silence to be broken, by one of the two boys, or girls. It was the woman who spoke, primarily to me. "I don't really think we've properly all introduced ourselves to our guest," so hinted for everyone to all take notice, and get ready to express their names. "Hon, why don't you start?" The woman asked the boy with the piercing green eyes and his dark brown locks.

He cleared his throat, and locked eyes with mine. "Uh, hi. I'm Billie. And I kinda...live here." He finished, his mother, or so I thought, rolled her eyes in annoyance. He sighed, before trying to add something on. "I'm fifteen, I'm my mothers son...and...I play the guitar." He added. Which made me turn around, and examine the assembly of band equipment, that I previously tripped over gracefully.

His eyes darted to Anna. She put her fork down, and gnawed at what was left in her mouth. She swallows hard before speaking. "I'm Anna. I'm Billies sister, I'm 16, and...I don't play an instrument." She copied what format Billie used, and picked her fork back up. I nodded, as I understood. The last person was Mike. He bit the inside of his cheek.

"I'm Mike, if you didn't catch that. I'm Billies best friend, and I've been living her for the past three years." He said. "Oh, and I play regular, and bass guitar." He added, before shoving a mouthful of mashed potatoes into his threshold of a mouth. I sighed lightly in return.

"And I'm Mrs. Armstrong, but call me Ollie." Ollie spoke, taking her spoon and digging into her peas. Her chair creaked as she leaned in to catch the food that was once on her metal instrument. I just finish my main course slab of meat instead of answering with a plain 'okay.'

We finished our meals in silence. It's not like I was waiting for anything spectacular to happen, I was just pondering it. My head ached like a mother, and my feet were the most sore they've ever been. My shoulders were knotted, and I had the horrible urge to crack them back into shape. And my clothes, were just a reminder of what I've been trying to stay away from. They stunk of his room.

It was once again, that Ollie broke the uncomfortable silence. "So, Charlotte," she spoke my name like it was hard to roll off the tongue. I look up at her stare. "could you tell us about yourself?" She asked, cupping her hands and resting her elbows on the table. It was when everyone's eyes followed her words, to glance over at me. I gulped.