Give Me Life (JereMike)

Chapter Three~ My Very Own Trepidation

I do not own any of the song lyrics in this chapter. The one Jeremy sings is called the Jellyfish Song or Kurage no uta sung in the anime Dramatical Murder. Thank you guys for being so patient. I love y'all. :D.

Jeremy P.O.V

Me and Mike silently sat in his car. The air had become laden with tension. It seemed thick enough to cut. I looked over to steal a glance at him. His onyx hair framed his face, His teal eyes glimmered in the early morning's light, and his soft, pale skin complimented the rest of his features. The soft playings of some song was played over his speakers. It sounded like screaming. I cringed. Mike looked over at me with a smirk.

"I take it you don't like screamo?"

I quickly nodded my head.

"Really? This song is the shit! A Match Into Water. It's by a band called Pierce The Veil. It's awesome."

He reached for his phone at a red light, turning up the volume.

"I kissed the scars on her skin, I still think you're beautiful, and I don't ever want to loose my best friend. I screamed out 'God you vulture! Bring her back or take me with her!'"

Compared to the original, ruff and rugged singing, Mike's' voice was angelic. Despite the lyrics, it was almost lulling. He didn't scream along with the song. He only tapped his fingers along the steering wheel. As he sung, a song came to my own mind. It was from one of my favorite anime.

"Yura yura yurameku, nami no ma ni, kira kira kagayaku, koe was tada yure kanata e to."

Mike pulled into a driveway. The home was a moderate sized one story home. The front of the home was like any other. Even the inside was eerily normal. It was pretty clean. The washroom was a mess, and the kitchen could have been a bit nicer. But, other than that, it was good.

"So...Make yourself comfortable-umm-I'll go get you some pajamas to wear."

I nodded and thanked him as he slipped out of the room. I walked over and slumped in his couch.

*Memory*

"Don't walk away from me, you little shit!"

My mother clung to my shoulders, progressing her hands down my chest. I shivered with disgust. How could she have the nerve to touch her child like that? It was sickening.

My father growled. He dragged me towards him by my hair. I squealed out in pain.

"I told you not to fuck up again! And what do you do?!"

I faltered under him. My father slapped me hard against my cheek. A crimson hand mark stretched across my face. The sting made tears come to my eyes.

My mother scowled at my father. She leaned over and grabbed my chin. Her fingers traced across my lips. I just stared up at her, scared that my father would beat me if I moved.

She smiled. "Your such a good boy~" She cooed.

My father rolled his eyes. "You baby him too much." He fussed as if he cared.

I silently wept in my mother's grip.

She pout. "Aww, you made him cry!" She whinned.

My father tutted. "As if I care."

My mother grabbed my hand, leaning me up the stairs. "Don't mind him Jeremy, darling. Daddy is just a big grouch~" She sung. I looked up at her. A knot of dread weighed me down. I had an awful feeling that something bad was about to happen.

My mother walked me into my room. She seductively closed the door behind her. I watched in horror as the crack in the doorway, my one way out, shrunk. My mother walked up to me, straddling my lap. I looked down as tears spilled from my eyes. She forcefully pulled my head up. A dirty hunger loomed in her eyes.

I tried tearing my head away with no luck. She bounced harshly on top of me, making me whimper in discomfort. She laced her hands in my hair as she softly groaned.

"That's my good boy~" Her hands traced down into my pants.

I wanted to get away. It disgusted me that she didn't even care that she was hurting me. Both physically and mentally. That she was creating memories to haunt me forever. She didn't even care that I was her son... She just wanted to get off. And there wasn't a single thing I could do about it.

*Memory end*

Mike P.O.V

I grabbed a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. They were both pretty worn. As I looked at them, I pondered whether they would fit Jeremy or not. His small frame was tiny compared to mine. I clicked my tongue. It was a tight fit on me. But I still think it would be too big on him. I grasped my chin. There was a sudden scream from the other room.

"No!"

I jumped, jolt out of my thoughts. "Jeremy!"

I ran out, upon turning the corner, I saw Jeremy on the floor. He was huddled in a feeble position. His arms wrapped around himself tightly, his knees met with his forearms, and his body was curled in on itself. A flood of tears ran down his face. I was stopped dead in my tracks. His sobs reverberated off the walls. His breathing was unsteady and rugged. Jeremy's face was beet red, and his eyes were tightly closed.

Wait...I can see his eyes!

I rushed to his side. "N-No! S-Stop it mom! I-It hurts!" He whimpered. I stared at him. My hands were hovering over his body. I was completely frozen in shock.

Mom!?

"J-Jeremy?"

"I-I don't w-want it! P-Please stop!" He breathed out.

His voice was cracked, filled with agony and fear. Fear of his mother though? Why would you fear your own mom? From my own experience, mothers are kind and caring. They love and protect their children; not harm them.

What have I gotten myself into?