Jeremike-You're Different than the others

Chapter 16: A Dark Story

                No POV

        Jeremy ran off of Freddy Fazbear property and onto the way to his apartment. Meanwhile Mike was searching for his car, hoping that he could catch Jeremy before he went home. After searching for his lost car for about five minutes Mike found it and started it up. He drove around to the front of the pizzeria to see that Jeremy had already left. Disappointed Mike began to drive home when his memory kicked in. Oh shit! I need to cover for Fritz today. That son of a bitch, why today of all days? The next time I see him stupid face I'm going to strangle him! Mike turned his car around and drove back into the parking lot. He turned the car back off with a huff and opened the driver's side door. Mike slammed it shut and stormed back into the pizzeria, getting ready to start his second shift off the day. The animatronics were now on stage like they normally would, shut off and not trying to kill him. Mike actually felt somewhat safe in the pizzeria. I haven't felt this way in awhile. Odd...

        Mike walked down the hallway to the office but this time took a right so he could go into the employee's locker room. Inside were a few small lines of lockers, along with cabinets of uniforms, and a few other things here and there. In one locker was the charging dock for tablet. Mike went in the other room and quickly grabbed the tablet that was sitting on the ruined desk. He hoped Boss wouldn't notice that.

                Mike's POV

        I ran back into the locker room, hopefully Boss doesn't notice the damage to the desk. He's going to take that out of my pay check for sure. I opened the small locker that held the charger and put the tablet on it, letting it get charged for the night guard that had to work instead of Jeremy. I shut the locker and walked over to mine. Inside were various things, pictures of loved ones, an extra wallet I had for some reason, and my phone. I picked my phone out among the other things and shut my locker. From this room I could hear the doors to pizzeria open and shut seconds after, must be the janitor. I flipped my phone open, hoping to call Jeremy when I remembered I don't have his number. I muttered a few curse words and slammed my phone shut with a huff. I shoved the phone in my back pocket and walked out of the room to go wait for Boss. I wonder how Jeremy is. He's probably enjoying the sleep he's getting, lucky son of a bitch.

(Oh how wrong you are Mikey~)

                Jeremy's POV

        I felt the wind mess my hair up as I got to my apartment. I had off today so I was thinking of visiting Mike while he was working the day shift. I did the normal routine of checking my mail box and getting in the elevator. I didn't get anything like normal, mostly just ads I didn't need. I stepped into my empty apartment and slide my coat off, putting my keys back on the table. My stomach felt like it was doing flips, something wasn't right. I looked at the clock and decided I might have time for a quick shower before I headed to bed. I wanted to wake up around 1pm so I could see how Mike was and sleep the rest of the day. I slid my shoes off and started walking to the bathroom, the nervous feeling in my gut getting worse. I heard the creak of my door opening, then it shutting. My eyes shot open, ready to spill tears to go with the blood that soon going to be spilled. I heard footsteps and then, a shock wave of pain shot to my head, forcing me to fall to the ground. I knew it, I knew it was time. What I didn't get was why; it wasn't the end of the week. Sometimes I really wish I knew why he would beat me. I guess my father hates me that much, like everyone else.

        My dad grabbed my shirt collar and pulled me up to face him. His eyes were narrowed so they were glaring at me, and the smell of alcohol was stronger than ever. I felt a slap across my face along with my body making contact with the ground. That's going to leave a mark. I felt a sharp kick to my chest; I thought he was going to break a rib. I whimpered in pain, trying to hold back the screams and tears. He dealt another swift kick to my back and stopped for a moment. I could hear him breathing heavily; the alcohol must be taking a toll on him. I tried to move slightly but my chest was in so much pain it made me let out a gasp. My dad laughed a bit and picked me up by my shirt, making me look at him. He looked me in the eyes, it made me shutter. He had a twisted smile on his face that almost looked like he was insane. I closed my eyes for second, picturing what my dad used to be. My old dad would never do this; never in his life would he beat his only son.