JereMike || A FNAF Story

The Never Ending Stream

(Jeremy's POV)

I raced out of the pizzeria and rode my bike all the way home. When I got there, I was still crying, and I didn't want to in front of my dad, but I guess I did. I walked inside and saw mom cooking breakfast. It was 6:45am, and I hadn't even realized it as the pizzeria. I saw dad sitting on the couch, doing nothing but drink and eat. He was so lazy, he couldn't even get his butt up to at least help around the house.

"Is that bacon almost done, Janet?" he yells from the living room. He has been treating her like this for so long, and me as well. When mom is at work, and I'm home on the weekends, dad makes me do everything for him. He then speaks to my mom on Sunday night when I'm 'asleep' and says that I did nothing over the weekend. Of course she believes him, whats new?

"How about this, dad? Get up on your self, unless you're a baby, and make your own freaking bacon on your own! How about, you stop making mom baby you for the next 10 years, and get your fricking butt up for once!" I screamed. Mom looked at me like I was about to die, and guess what? Dad actually got up for the first time in 17 years.

"Get in your f****** room, right now!" He said slapping me upside my head. It hurt, especially after the hospital stiched right there 9 years ago. I didn't at first, but then he was ready for another slap. So, I punched him in the face, and ran into my room. My heart was beating fast, and I remembered to lock the door, surprisingly. I didn't know what to do now. Was he abusing mom out there now? Did he go back to watch his dumb old tv?

A few seconds after thinking, there was a loud banging on my door. I saw the door know shake, which meant her was trying to get in some how. He then kicked the door, which hurt my back since it was against it. He did everything he could, and in the spare time I had, I started packing. I wrote a note to mom telling her I'll miss her and that I would be back after dad leaves, which probably meant never. I was starting to tear up again, but I didn't cry.

I packed up a bag or two, and headed off towards my window. I unlocked it, and threw my bags out of it. Before I went, I grabbed my phone, and called the police. They would now feel my pain of my abusive father. "911, whats your emergency?" I heard.

"H..hi, my name is J..Jeremy Fitzgerald, and my father is trying to break into my room. He is trying to hurt me." I said, hoping my father didn't hear. Where was mom? Did he, kill her? I started to cry and the police had trouble figuring out what I said afterwards. They finally got my address, and they told me thhe police would be here soon. Hopefully they traces the call just in case they forgot. I rushed out the window and ran as fast as I could near the street. No cars. Good. I put my bags in the basket of my bike, and trailed off towards the pizzeria. It was way to early for this crap.

I looked down at my watch. 8:30am. Mike was definitly still at the pizzeria, probably working the most terrible day of his life. Especially after what I said. I was just angry at him, and I know, he did nothing wrong. It was just a blank. A good old stupid blank.