Disconnected 卌

|| jake. ||

(The song on the top/side is relevant okay. Also, don't hate me cause it's FPS. I like the song not the guy okay.)
TWO
|| jake. ||

Michael drove us to our spot; an old sports field that hadn't been used in years. It was overgrow and hard to see from the road, but if you followed our small track you got to a large open grassed area.

We sat down silently, and he placed an arm around my shoulders. I leant into his side, still shaking. He rubbed my arm, squeezing me gently. My breathing was starting to return to a normal pace, and Michael just kept holding me and rubbing my arm until my panic had finally faded away.

"Thank you." I whispered, not trusting my voice. He nodded, wiping a tear from my check that I hadn't even realised was there.
"You don't need to thank me, this is what I'm here for."

We sat there in silence for a while longer, Michael still holding me, just giving me the silence he knew I needed.

"I hate him." I said, my voice shaking slightly. Michael cocked his head, pushing my hair out of my face with his free hand so he could see me.
"Him?" he asked, unsure of who I was talking about.
"Jake, I fucking hate him. So fucking much." My voice getting lost again as tears began to roll down my cheeks. Michael squeezed me again, understanding now who I was talking about.
"Scar, talk to me. You've never told me much about your relationship. What happened? Did he hurt you?" his voice sounded slightly angry at the last part, and I felt his muscles tighten around me protectively.

"I thought he was perfect Mikey. I really did. I thought he loved me." I started, playing with the ring on Michael's middle finger. Slipping it on and off him.
"But sometimes he would get angry, like, he would black out and yell at me, he would hit things, but then a few minutes later he would just be normal, and deny anything had happened at all." He looked at me, concern filling his eyes.
"Scarlet, did he... Did he hit you?" I just nodded slowly, afraid to really say anything. It was silent for a minute.
"It was nothing. I'm fine. I deserved it anyways." I told him, finally looking him in the eyes. He looked like he was in pain.
"No. Scar, that's not nothing. Why didn't you tell me? I'm so sorry." He pulled me into a hug holding me tightly to his warm chest. I hugged him back, feeling safer than I had in months in his arms. I felt lighter, I'd never spoken to anyone about the things that happened while I was with Jake, it felt like a weight was lifted off of my shoulders as I began to open up to Michael.

I spent the next hour telling Michael about the six months I spent with Jake. The verbal abuse, his drinking and drug use, him forcing himself on me night after night, the bruises, and how in the end, he was cheating on me anyways. By the end of the conversation, I was in Michael's lap, him rocking me slowly and me clinging onto his tear stained shirt. Michael never interrupted me, he just let me talk and cry. He knew exactly what I needed and he gave it to me.

After I finished talking, we sat in silence for a minute, and then Michael finally spoke. His arms around my waist.
"Scarlet, none of the horrible things he said about you are true, okay? You're perfect. He doesn't deserve a second of your time. I'm so sorry he treated you like that. You're amazing Scar, please don't think anything less." I buried my face in his chest hugging him tighter. "I mean it, Scarlet you're the best thing in my life, you're beyond perfect." He whispered. I'm not sure I was supposed to hear the last part, so I kept quiet.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, though it was probably only ten minutes.

"Thank you, Mikey." I said, kissing his cheek and worming out of his grasp, standing up. "Thank you for caring about me, and for always been around when I need you." I held my hand out to help him up. We made our way back to the car, hand in hand.