unspoken words | mileven

twenty-seven

EXCHANGED NIGHTMARES

"you brought that filthy girl into our home!?" ted screams at mike as he couldn't help but flinch, "she is not filthy!"

ted laughs at the comment. he runs a hand through this hair as mike slowly steps back from him.

he was tipsy, almost drunk. he was only like this when drunk but somehow his hatred for el was still there when sober.

she was amazing, why did he hate her?

ted pours himself a drink slowly as mike stands still, careful not to make any sudden movement to trigger him in any way.

he took a long slow sip of his scotch. letting out a sigh at the taste as well.

in one split second, he throws the now empty glass at the wall and turns around to pull mike in by the collar, "she is fucking trash! a fucking whore! and she is absolutely fucking filthy if i say she is!" he roars in his face as mike turns his face at his tone.

he cries quietly, leering out a small choked sob at how hard his father was holding his collar.

"she is not..." he couldn't help but whisper. for el, he could risk anything. even if it was drunk beatings from his father.

ted throws him to the ground, "she is! sleeping with men all the damn time, that girl is filthy!"

mike attempts to protest at the accusing comment but ted uses his shoe to step on his face to stop him, "go on. disagree and see what the fuck happens to you and that girl."

shooting up from the bed, mike sighs heavily, small cries and whimpers leaving his mouth as his hand goes up to his neck as if he'd feel his fathers touch.

he runs a hand through his hair and sighs deeply before turning on his lamp.

with a click, the door opens slowly and holly walks in, a pillow in her arms close to her chest and a blanket dragging on the floor. "i heard crying and a little scream, you good?"

he nods at her, "y-yeah, fine. just nightmares, y'know. why are you up?"

she shrugs, shutting the door, "nightmares."

he snorts and pats the bed, "c'mere."

smiling, she runs towards his bed and jumps on whilst hitting him in the face with her pillow, of course.

he scoffs making her snort and lean against the headboard as he does the same, "when was the last time we had a sleepover?" he questions.

she shrugs, "probably when i was like seven." she goes to wipe a teardrop from his cheek, "haven't seen you cry in ages."

he snorts, "you wanna talk about your nightmares?"

she hums, "if you tell me yours."

smirking, he lets out a small chuckle and then nods, "it's just dad and his usual stuff. he pulled me by the collar and slammed me to the ground."