Falling For The Muted ✔️

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Trigger Warning

It was finally the weekend, which meant only one thing for the blonde haired boy, movies and sleep.

Micah was laying in his bed, buried deep under his white sheets.

"Micah!" Someone yelled, piling ontop of the small boy, the blankets were ripped off of him, he looked up to see Mason and his oldest brother, Michael.

He shoot up and attacked Michael in a hug, "Hi little brother." He chuckled, patting his brothers back.

"Still not talking Mi?" Micah looked at him and shrugged, "Come on, just say something." He just shook his head.

"We will work on that."

Missed you

"I missed you too, Mi." Michael said.

"Catch me up on whats been happening." The two boys spent most of the day, catching up on each others lives.

Micah told his older brother about his new friend, Jax. And Michael told his baby brother about a girl he met at a frat party, he fancied her quite a bir.
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Later that night, Michael and Mason had gone out to who knows where, leaving Micah home alone.

There was a loud noise coming from downstairs. Sounded like glass breaking.

Micah peeked his head out his window, his dad's car was parked outside.

Micah walked out of his room, his father was laid across the couch lazily, his leg hanging off of it.

Richard's head snapped in Micah's direction.

"Micah, Micah, Micah." He said shaking his head.

"Still not talking I see?"

Micah remained silent.

"Why won't you speak Micah?" His dad questioned

Micah just stared at him. Within a few seconds a beer bottle was pelted at his head. Micah gasped, placing his hand over the spot where he was hit.

It hurt a lot. His drunk father got up and mad his way over to Micah. The scared boy ran into his room, his father shouting for him to come back.

A red bump was beginning to form, the slightest drop of blood leaking from it.

Micah's brown eyes watered, a couple tears falling down his cheek.

He locked his door, picking his phone up.

He facetimed both his brother's and even texted them but got no reply.

bloody brothers

His dad bashed on the door, yelling at Micah to come out.

"Get out here you faggot!" He screamed, Micah whimpered.

Micah sighed and shakily pressed the call button, a few beeps passed.

"Hello?" Jaxton answered

Micah let out a shaky breath, he never talked unless he really needed too and right now, he was desperate.

"Jax.." He whispered, his voice so soft, Jax could barely hear.

"Uhm, who is this?" Jaxton asked, he most likely didn't look at the caller ID or he was obviously confused on who was calling him off Micah's phone.

"Micah.." Micah said in a slight whispered.

"What? Micah doesn't talk." He laughed.

"C-can you come and get me please.." Micah whispered

"Mi? Is everything alright."

"Please Jax.." Micah whimpered,

"Where are you?"

"M-my ro-" Micah was cut off by his dad bursting through the door.

"Fucking faggot! Listen to me when I'm talking to you!" His dad bellowed, his fist colliding with Micah's jaw.

That was enough to get Jaxton out of his house and to Micah's house. He let himself in and made his way up to Micah's room, his dad was out of sight.

Micah sat on the floor, curled up in a ball as he whimpered.

"Micah.." Jax whispered moving over to the fragile boy.

Micah whimpered and moved away from him.

"Hey, I'm not going to hurt you." Jaxton whispered pulling him into his arms.

Jax hated this, he didn't like seeing the newly formed bruise on his forehead from where the bottle hit him, he didn't like that Micah was way too scared, and hurt to be touched but he did like that he called him.

Darkwood to the rescues.

"Wheres Mason?" Jaxton asked softly, he didn't want to scare the boy.

Out

Jaxton pulled the younger boy into his arms, sighing. He had no idea what the hell the fragile teen signed which made him a tad frustrated.

"You're okay, he can't hurt you, I'm here, you're safe." Jax whispered in Micah's ear as he sobbed into Jaxton's chest.

"I'll protect you."

picture of Michael