Apocalypse. (Mike Schmidt x Male reader.)

Prologue!

Pop! The opening of the beer clouded my ears and I looked over, "Mike, are you sure you haven't had enough tonight?" I told him as I looked at the 8 bottles sitting on the counter. "I don't want you to overdo it, this is a problem." I was looking directly at him as he looked at me as well.

"No, I'm fine." He said as pain overtook his face. "I just need to drown the thoughts out." His face showed pain and anger. He hasn't been opening up, so I can't tell why he feels this way. I had asked him several times before when I noticed he was acting off. He refuses to tell me anything. "Mike, seriously, put it down." I was now staring directly into his eyes, his anger rising, "You don't need to keep drinking. I don't know what you're going through but it isn't worth it. Your liver is going to start failing, this is like the third week in a row, Mike!" I was sharing a lot of disappointment with him. I felt horrible that he would do this, even knowing I probably couldn't snap him out of it.

"Can you leave me alone Y/n?" He snapped at me standing up and staring at me, "You don't know what I'm going through! This isn't even any of your business! Leave me alone and let me drink if I want to drink." His eyes shot holes through my skull. "Really? Think about Abby too. Think about how she's gonna feel about this Mike." I was now raising my voice a bit, but trying to make sure Abby stayed asleep, "You are actively ruining your life, and you might be ruining Abby's future. Do you think she wants to grow up and have to say you drink? How do you think she'll feel!?" I was angry. My emotions were letting loose and I couldn't control myself, "I don't want you to die early either! Control yourself ma-" I was cut off mid-sentence.

"You think I care? Do you think I give a flying fuck Y/N? I am going through things I can't even speak to you about! Yet you continue to say I have to think about Abby, think about you, think about myself!" He was now yelling. I was worried he would wake Abby, "I do not give a flying fuck! I don't know if your parent's drinking made you want to confront me, but it wasn't a good fucking idea! I do not care! Your parents left you for a reason! Maybe it was all your fault Y/N do you ever think about that? Do you!?" I felt tears slowly falling down my face, "You don't. Maybe you should think about what your fucking going through before trying to talk to me about mine!" He said this final sentence and stepped closer. I wasn't having it. I walked into Abby's room and sat there. I left him to drink for a couple of minutes.

"Abby, get up, we need to go." I said softly as I slowly shook her awake, "It's time to go to Y/ns house I'm gonna babysit you alright?" I said as she opened her eyes. It seemed she was awake for a while, but she was hiding it and trying to fall asleep. I felt horrible. All of this is happening at the worst time.

"Is Mimi gonna be okay?" She asked, calling him a nickname I hadn't heard in years. I teared up a little, but I had to hide it and stay strong for her. My main priority at this moment was to keep her safe. I don't want her to get hurt in any way right now.

"Yes, he'll be fine. Grab your backpack we can get you some more things tomorrow alright? It'll only be a maximum of two weeks. I promise." I smile at her and see her smile back. She always was excited to hang out with me. Sometimes I'd come over to see Mike and would spend a lot of the time hanging out with her instead. I knew she'd be better off with me for now.

After a few minutes, we left out the back door. We were trying to avoid being seen by Mike, worried he would snap at us again, mainly Abby. I would do anything just to keep Abby safe. I know she'd have a hard time processing this experience, but I was here to help her and distract her.

A few weeks later!

I dropped Abby back off at Mike's. They had a big ol' reunion and talked about everything we did. While I kept her I took her shopping, painted her nails, helped her do her hair, and treated her to stuff she usually didn't get done. She enjoyed it a lot and was very excited to show Mike. He looked at me for a split second, words trying to form themselves but not making it out. It seemed like he had a lot to say to me but couldn't. He just nodded and thanked me and took Abby inside as she was hungry.

I was still trying to figure out how he managed to yell at me so easily. The last time we argued had been years ago. Even then, it wasn't this bad. He had never gotten up and walked towards me in our arguments. That was a new tactic. usually, we only argue once every 2-3 years, I was hoping it would be another 2-3 before we argued again. As for now, I have a feeling it'd be a year before we started talking, frequently, again.

I couldn't have been more right about that. we talked once every two months, but we haven't talked frequently in years. Until one very fateful night...