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[6] Oral Sex

Mickey was sitting in class - SLTs to be specific - and she had a huge urge to stick a rusty fork into her own eyeball. Or maybe her ear canal. She figured that either one would suffice. Miss Obah was asking the students to name different sexual acts, taking it back to the basics in other words. Mickey had a pen in her hand and mimed stabbing herself with it, her ears burning from the words flowing into them.

"Head!" Ant said, a proud smile on his face at his own response.

"It's called oral sex," Darren shot back, rolling their eyes. Mickey mimed stabbing herself once more as she slumped further down in her seat. Dusty was sitting in front of her and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow. She gave him a death stare and he turned away instantly.

"That's something you'll never get," Spider shot at Darren. Mickey slumped even further down, putting her hand on her forehead. Did he ever shut up? she wondered. It would be nice if he had an 'off' button, preferably a permanent one.

"Mikayla, is there something wrong?"

"Nope, apart from the fact this class makes me want to off myself, not a single thing is wrong," she responded, forgetting to bite her tongue. The words had left her mouth before she could stop herself. And she regretted it. Jojo was looking at her with disbelief in her eyes.

"You'd be doing us a favor," she heard Spider comment. She shot her arm out in his direction and pushed him off his chair. He sprawled on the floor, everyone laughing at the sight as he scrambled to get back up. He deserved it, and Mickey was glad it was her arm that did it.

"Mikayla! Spencer! That's enough from the two of you," Miss Obah said. Mickey straightened up and Spider elbowed her on his way back up. Mick noticed Ant looking at her, but she was soon distracted by the bell ringing. The lesson was over and she thanked the universe for ending her suffering.

"We'll pick this up again tomorrow!" Jojo said, watching them all gather their stuff and head straight out the door.

The students all filed out into the hallway, glad to be done with school for the day. Mickey slung her bag over her shoulder and walked out, following the flow of the crowd. The day was over, but Mickey didn't want to go home yet. So, instead, she rounded the corner and made her way to the back of the building. She made sure she was in the clear and then hoisted herself up onto the roof. She climbed up to the top and settled down. Mickey dug around in her bag and took out a silver cigarette case. She opened it up and lit the tip of the stick. She took a drag and closed her eyes, leaning her head back and looking up into the clear blue sky.

She sat there, smoking and listening to the sounds of students diminish. The building was almost completely empty, except for the extra curricular activities going on after school. She didn't want to go home, and she didn't have anywhere to go. So the school roof it was.

She sat there for a while, listening to music and staring at the sky. Then, she thought she heard a noise and pulled her headphones down. She sat there, still as a rock, and listened. Her suspicion was proven right when she heard the clatter of a ladder against the side of the building. Mickey gathered her stuff and walked to the edge, jumping down to the ground. Once her feet collided with the solid concrete, she ran. She ran through the school grounds, past the gates and onto the street. Once she was out of sight, she slowed to a walk and let her lungs catch some well deserved air. She laughed, seemingly without reason, as she walked down the street.

•••••

Mickey slid out of her window, making her way down the roof and onto the ground. Her feet collided with the concrete and she rounded the corner, walking right through the front door. She could hear something clattering in the kitchen and when she stepped through the doorway, she couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Roxie was in the kitchen, pots and pans spread around the counters. She looked lost. The woman turned around at the sound of the door opening and the expression on her face almost scared her.

"Where have been?"

"School."

"School ended hours ago. It's dark out," Roxie said, getting into her face. Mickey laughed at her attempt to intimidate her, biting her lip to try and stop the laugh from escaping again. Suddenly, the sound of skin against skin rattled the walls of the house. The momentum of Roxie's palm hitting Mickey's face drove the girl back as she lost her balance. Mickey raised her hand to her cheek, her skin feeling hot beneath her palm. The impact of the slap had caused her to bite down on her lip hard enough to draw blood. Mickey looked up at Roxie with surprise written all over her face.

"You do not disrespect your mother!" the woman shouted, coming at her and pushing her. Mickey lost her balance and her body collided with the edge of the table. The corner dug into her side and she fell down to the floor in a heap. She looked up at Roxie in disbelief. Mickey scrambled up and walked towards the front door, the sound of the woman's voice spewing insults and nonsense following her as she went. Mickey slammed the front door shut. She wrapped her arms around herself as she walked down the dark street. There were tears flowing down her face as the wind blew her hair back.

Roxie had never been physically violent with her or Tyler. She never raised her hand against them, not once. So what changed? She slapped her and pushed her into the table, because what? She laughed at her? Gave her attitude? That was nothing new. They always argued, talked shit about and to each other. So why was today different?

Mickey didn't know where to go. She automatically headed for Ca$h's place, but stopped as she saw a familiar car parked on the street. Chook and his crew. She didn't want to go anywhere near them, so she steered clear of Ca$h's house and headed further down the road, no particular destination in mind. She couldn't stay on the street for the night, she couldn't crash with Ca$h...

She wiped the tears from her face, blinking the rest of them away as she walked. She didn't know how she ended up there, or why her legs had brought her there in the first place. She was knocking on the window, making sure to not put too much force behind her fist as she did. He looked through the glass, then stood up and walked towards it. He pushed it open, leaning his elbows against the window sill and looking at her with curiosity written on his face.

"Can I crash here tonight?"