More Than Words. (BoyXBoy)

CHAPTER THREE

Frank is on the right (Mikey's father) Grrrrr!

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Mikey’s P.O.V

Darkness… I am once again surrounded by darkness, but why does this feel so different. Usually I could still feel the aches and pains and almost here the screams my body makes at the slightest movements… But right now I was floating, floating so high. Distant from everything and everyone that hurts me. Away from my home, away from my dad, away from school and everyone in it. Just away. And I loved it.

Sometimes I would here soft voices in the background, telling me to wake up and that I was missed but then it would disappear and leave me with the sweet silence. I was missed? HA! I was almost straining to hear their laughter and their insults.

“Listen, you better wake the fuck up. I am already getting accusing stares from the nurses whenever I walk in the fucking room. You either told them that I beat you or you told them that you are a fucking fag.” A deep angry voice broke through and echoed around me, repeating the last few words over and over again.

“Wake up faggot! Wake up!” It screamed. No no no! Leave me alone! I clutched my hands to me ears and rocked myself back and forth. I closed my eyes tightly and tried desperately to calm my breathing. The peace. The feeling. This can’t be another dream. I can’t be asleep. Please god NO!

“Fine! Fine. I’m going home and you better be awake by the time I get back.” The voice growled. “Or else…”

I was surrounded by the silence once again and I curled into a ball and cried.

Aiden’s P.O.V

“Listen, I’m sorry Mr Walker. I really am. You are an excellent football player and I am sure our school would have lost so many games without you… But you have been bullying a student for, how many years now? I would rather give the scholarship to someone who is kind and stands up for the weak ones… Not…not bullying them into a coma. I’m sorry Mr Walker.” The principle spoke with the regret and guilt dripping in his voice.

“I have wanted this scholarship all my life Sir, ever since I picked up a football. Please, this is my future… Going to this college. It is my dream. It can end me up in the big games, playing on TV and everything. Please don’t throw this away for me.” I said. This can’t be happening. Please, no.

The principle just stared at me and I could tell in his eyes that he was sorry. “The-There has to be another way! I-I will… I will clean the yards every week. I will not get a single detention the rest of this year. Please Sir.” I begged.

“I’m sorry Mr Walker.” He whispered, turning his gaze to the stack of papers on his desk. “Yeah…I’m sure you are.” I growled at him and stormed out.

Well, there goes my fucking dream! All because a stupid, fucking freak! By now I was in the school carpark and heading towards my car. I all but ripped the door open then slammed it shut behind me. “Fuckin’ freak. I wasn’t even the one who put him in the coma! He deserved everything he fucking got!” I screamed and hit the steering wheel several times, then took a harsh breath and laid my head back against the seat and closed my eyes.

“STUPID LITTLE FUCKER! Laying there doing nothing but FUCKING SLEEPING! While I’m doing fucking everything around the house. THE UNGRATEFUL LITTE FUCK!” A voice screamed and I jumped and searched for the owner. My eyes caught a man walking towards the school doors. His clothes were ripped and stained. He held a bear bottle in his hand and as he got closer to the school entrance, tossed it to the side. He was staggering and muttering curses to himself and I had to rake my brain to remember where I had seen him from. 

“Stupid. Stupid.” He stopped and looked up. “Why do you hate me god! He killed my wife and I still let him live under my roof. MY ROOF! And then he goes off and gets himself in a fucking coma! He is an ungrateful little shit. I mean, he doesn’t even care that I have to cook and clean everything now. He doesn’t care that I have to get a fucking job now so I could pay for everything. WHY CAN’T YOU JUST FUCKING TAKE HIM ALREADY!” He screamed at the sky… Or god. I was taken by surprise once he mentioned that his son was in a coma. This is Mikey’s dad?!

I continued starring with wide eyes as the man burped and staggered the rest of the way to the doors.

I turned and starred at the steering wheel as bits and pieces of a plan started forming together. Then I jumped out and waited for Mikey’s father to come back outside.

“Hey! Are you Mikey Gavin's father?” I asked as he stepped back, once again cursing at no one. “Who the fuck are you?!” He asked. Okay? “Listen, I don’t like your son… In fact I hate him and I was under the impression that you do too. You see I was hoping you could help me with something” I asked with a smirk.

His grin was slow and easy… And very, VERY creepy. “Hell yeah!” He shouted.

Mikey ruined my future… How about I ruin his.