Tw: sneaking out, drinking/alcohol, abuse, sh, mentions of shrenk, which may be offensive to some audiences
Michaels pov:There was a knock at my door.
"What!" I spat.
"Mikey are you ok?" It was Evan.
I sighed before yelling "GO AWAY!". I heard him start crying before returning to his room. Why does he care anyway?
Its not his problem! Its not his business.Seriously? I heard him walk over again. Why wont he just leave me alone! "mikey please let me in i'm worried" he said, i sighed before reaching over to unlock my door. He ran in, jumping up onto my lap, burying his face in my chest and wrapping his arms around me. "Why are you in here Evan?" I said annoyed. " i was worried" he sniffed, wiping his tears on my shirt. For fucks sake. I picked him up by his legs and carried him back to his room, dropping him on his bed. "ow" he muttered. I stopped myself from laughing. I left his room, leaving the door open and walked into mine, locking the door again.
I then looked at my window. I grabbed a jumper and opened the window, gripped onto the ledge and jumped off, running down the road and turning right, entering the local park.
I stepped over the gate, then jumped up onto the roof of the climbing frame. I knew i would be the only one there as it was 11 at night. And not many parents would let their child go to the park in the cold and dark. After a few minutes i jumped off, and jumped over to the swings. When i looked down, i saw a bruise forming on my leg, where my dad had kicked me. i wasn't really doing anything, just slowly swinging in the cold. But then, someone opened the gate and walked in. I ran away. It was probably a dog walker or some shit but still, It was probably time to go back already. As i peeked through the windows, it seemed all the lights were off so I unlocked the door with the key that is stole from my dad years ago, and slipped in. As soon as i shut the door the light turned on. And who did i see?
My dad.
"Any idea why you snuck out and came back so late?" He calmly said. He had been drinking. it smelt of alcohol. "No answer?" He hissed, before throwing an empty bottle at my head, missing it by an inch. Taking my chance, i ran straight up the stairs and into my room Then slamming it shut, dropping to the floor, my head resting on my legs. My dad ran up the stairs, and began to bang on the door. "I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU MICHAEL" he yelled, the words echoing throughout the walls. I heard Evan scream.
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The bite - michael afton
HorrorCover art is not mine i got it of google, a story about the bite of 83.