Sail along

Chapter 22

"MIKE?" Micky called out as he ran. "YOU KNOW I DIDN'T MEAN IT. I'M SORRY MIKE!" He paused hoping to hear Mike, but all he heard was the waves lapping gently on the shore.

"MIKE!!!!"" He yelled "Michael? Come on man, MICHAEL!!!!!" He continued running and calling Mike's name until he reached the old lighthouse.

"What?" An annoyed voice asked. Micky found him, sitting and leaning his back against the lighthouse, his guitar resting in his lap.

"I'm really sorry I upset you, Mike," he sighed and sat down beside him. Mike only scooted further away.

"Hate you." Mike said.

"Why?" Micky asked. Mike just looked at him.

"Mike, you need to talk to me buddy." Micky said.

"No, I don't." Mike said sternly, turning away from him. Micky sighed and placed his hand on Mike's shoulder which caused him to scream.

"Was that your bad shoulder?" Micky asked worriedly, quickly pulling his hand away. "I'm so sorry if it was. I didn't mean..."

Mike turned and glared at him angrily.

"Don't touch." Mike said. Micky raised his hands up.

"Okay," he said "I'm not. Do you want to go back home?" Micky asked.

"No. Not home." Mike said "Not my home." Micky looked at him.

"Of course it's your home Mike." He said "we live there with Davy and Peter." Mike shook his head.

"Never was," Mike muttered looking down at the guitar in his hands. "Never will be..."

"Mike, I'm sorry about the bed," Micky sighed. "You can sleep there if you want to—"

"Is that what you think?" Mike scoffed. "This isn't about a bed, Micky."

Micky frowned and scooted a little closer to him.

"Then what is it about?"

Mike sighed and took a long moment before he spoke again.

"This is about...about...no," he shook his head and stood up. "I can't tell you."

"Why not?" Micky asked, standing up and trying to follow Mike as he paced around. "What is it? Are you okay?"

"Wanna go home," Mike said sadly and Micky nodded.

"Okay, well, I can take you back there if you want me to."

"No!" Mike shook his head furiously, backing away from him. "My home! No your home! Wanna go to my home!." Micky looked at him confused.

"You want to go back to Texas?" He asked. Mike shook his head no then gripped his hair.

"Mike babe, I'm not understanding what you want." Micky said "You want to go home, but not back to the pad and not back to Texas...then where is home?" Mike looked at him eyes wide.

"Break everything." He said.

"What?" Micky asked, more confused than concerned. "You want me to break everything?"

Mike shook his head no,

"ME!!!" He yelled "I BREAK EVERYTHING!!!! MY FAMILY, MY HOUSE! MY EVERYTHING!!!!! I BREAK!!!!!!" Then he threw himself onto the sand sobbing.

"Oh, Mike," Micky sighed, crouching down beside him. "You don't break everything...well, you may've broken your guitar by falling on it," he joked, trying to lighten the mood. "Even if you broke everything, it would be okay. No one would judge you. It's okay, Mike."