Flinch {A Mike Dirnt Fan Fic}

Protective

He threw a bottle of pills at me. They all spread out over the floor. I tried my best to gather them back into the bottle, as his intense glare made me feel under pressure. "They're day after pills. Take em', or you'll be sorry." He briefly spoke, making me shiver. I struggled to shove them all in my mouth at once. I threw a couple in and tried to swallow them dry. But that ended with a swift kick in the gut. I lay around in pain, clutching my boney stomach. "Don't take them all at once! I can't let you die." He spoke once more, spitting on my face.

I tried to muster whatever words came at the time. "Fuck you..." I said, barely audible, choking on the pills lodged I my throat. I arched my back up, propping myself up onto my elbows. I coughed like mad. And before I could choke out another few pills, Richard once again kicked me as hard as he could. I fell once more.

"Behave, and I'll untie you." He said, venom in his voice.

You idiot...

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I awake to the sunlight. To sunlight. The sunlight. Sunlight...

The mattress has given me the best sleep in months. And I wasn't in the mood to get up for real. So I laid there for awhile, just staring up at Anna's bedroom ceiling. Just the thoughts of being this much closer to being normal, were the things that kept me awake last night. Just the runneth over of the same flashbacks, when I was younger, when I wasn't in Rodeo. When I was at my mothers side, refusing to leave.

Mother...

Anna's bed creaked each time she moved. She snores the slightest bit, but it almost helped me fall asleep. All through the night, the faint sounds of an acoustic guitar played from outside the bedroom. Coming from the living room. I wouldn't be able to walk in though. I'm not obligated to be able to leave whenever I please. I feel like I would already be too much of a burden to Anna. So I waited another hour, for her snores to slow, and for her eyes or slightly awake.

She propped herself up on her elbows, glancing around her room, almost as if she was trying to figure out where she was. She scratched her head a couple of times, smacking her lips together tasting her morning breath. I eyed her, out of the crook of the bed sheets I had over placed my face. She turned her head, eyes meeting mine, and she muttered a: "Morning." I just sat myself up on my side, and nodded. She threw her covers off her bed suddenly, and sat there for a couple of minutes. "Did my brothers guitar wake you up?" She asked me, but looking at her window.

"No." I bluntly lie. She shrugs at my answer, and swings her legs around the side of her bed. She allowed herself to get up, moaning from exhaustion. I continued to stare at her, as she did the same to me. Her hair framed her face, but not in a nice way. Almost as a curly brown mop.

"Want breakfast?" I thought if that was an offer I would or would not take up. I didn't need their house to run low on food and supplies just because I'm here. I'm only temporary, I don't believe Mike's persuading speech. I knew he was just trying to get me ready to boot me out. Not like I minded that I was still here; but I know I have the common sense to leave early.

But I manage a slight nod.

She invited me through a helping hand for me to stand up. I take her hand, and dust myself off once I'm standing. The whiff of waffles met my nostrils at the feeling of air hit my face. I felt Anna's eyes look into mine, at my loud sniffle of air. "Sorry, I just really like...waffles." I saved. She kinda cocked her head to the side, nodding awkwardly. I just took a deep breath, and followed her back into to the kitchen.

The more we exited her room, and went into the dining room, the sounds of guitar strings being plucked became more predominant. I glanced over to my left when we reached a whole different shade of sunlight, reaching from the big window that was placed behind their table. Billie is furiously writing down notes on a sheet of pad and paper.