Give Me Life (JereMike)

Chapter Four~Oh So Lovely

Sorry for not updating at all. I just didn't have the time. Thanks for understanding :3

Mike P.O.V

I clung to my chest. A feeling of deep heartbreak overtook me. The brusis, the stutter, the fear, the pain I saw in his feature, and now this. Something horrible was happening in Jeremy's personal life. And whatever it may be, it was information I wanted to know. I placed a hand on Jeremy's shoulder. He jerked to his senses, letting out a gasp. He jolt up, quickly reaching out for a hug. Jeremy bawled a little harder. The sharp sobs echoed in my ears.

"Oh M-Mike." He cried.

I completed the hug, resting my chin on his head. "Shh, shh, calm down. I'm here now. No one is going to hurt you." I soothed.

His hands clenched my shirt as his sobs began to quiet down. I rustled his hair a bit.Jeremy pulled away, his head hung low.

The moment he put his head up, my heart skipped a beat. His eyes were the color of rubies, though they shined much brighter. They seemed as soft as rose petals. The outer rim was as gentle as a blush dawning an infant's cheeks. They were exquisite. They were beautiful, breath-taking, dazzling. They...They were beyond words. My heart raced out of control in my chest.

Jeremy lift an eyebrow as I stared at him. He unconsciously reached a hand up to move his bangs back. I quickly dart my hand out to grab his wrist.

Jeremy's eyes widened. "M-Mike!"

"Jeremy." I breathed.

A rosy blush found it's way onto Jeremy's cheeks. "M-Mike, l-let go of m-me." He tried pulling his arm away, making me tighten my grip. I took his chin, gently pulling his head up. His flushed cheeks grew darker.

"Mike, w-what are y-you doing?!" He panicked.

"Why do you hide?" His breath hitched. The air grew quiet. tension built up between us. Water marks stained his cheeks. I held his face in my hands as he gave me a confused look.

"Your eyes." I cooed. "Why would you hide them." Jeremy tensed up.

Jeremy P.O.V

"Your eyes." Mike intoned. "Why would you hide them."

I felt my muscles tighten. "M-My eyes!" I fret.

"Their so beautiful." He stroked his thumb on my cheek. I felt my heart pound in my ribcage. I almost thought Mike would be able to hear the raging rhythm. I stared at him, frozen.

'Demon! Whats up with your eyes?'

'Mommy! That little boy looks like the devil! He's scaring me!'

'Good going, hellspawn.'

My eyes started to water again. "N-No...They're not." I murmured. "They're like a demon's eyes! They're atrocious." I grumbled.

Mike gave a sympathetic look. "No no! They're so beautiful! Jeremy,I could stare into them all day." I felt him scoot a little closer. The heat off of his body pressed up against my cool skin. The sensation sent chills up my back. He pressed even closer to me. "You're not a demon. You're more of an angel."

He ran a hand through my hair, the feeling made me pur. But, I was slightly confused. For one...Why was he doing this? All of his actions were so gentle. They were oddly pleasing. Secondly, this felt so different to what I was used to. I was familiarized with the action but...it hurt every other time.

"M-Mike...Y-You...You need to stop."

My body battled my mind. My brain wanted him to stop. It felt much too similar to my mom. But, my body was liking the attention. It didn't hurt like all the other times. Mike pulled away with a frown. "Then answer me. Why do you hide?" A gentle frown was etched into his features.

I sighed. "Fine, I'll t-tell you."

I had taken notice that every time I became depressed or enraged...I stopped stuttering. I don't know why, but that's what happens.

"Growing up...I had nothing.No loving family, no friends, and no purpose. Day in and day out, it was the same. Wake up, go to school, get beat up, limp home, get beat again, and then go to sleep, only for it to happen all over again the next day. It was...my life. Grand-it, not the life I wanted but...I had no say in the manner. I couldn't change my situation if I tried.

"My father was a drug dealer, always wandering the streets. When he would come home, he would abuse me. He still does. Unfortunately...If it were just my dad, then maybe I would be able to bare the pain, but...that wasn't it. I had my mother too."

Mike P.O.V

"...that wasn't it. I had my mother too."

I stared at him. His sorrowful tale was bad enough already; I didn't think it could get any worse.

"You see, my mother, she...she would treat me like just another client. Her being a stripper/prostitute and all. To her, I was just another job to take up. She'd touch me in such a way that no mother ever should. And...It hurt so badly.

"Now, on top of it all, I had lost my light. I had a sister. Her name was Vanessa. She was my everything. Without her...I was lost. She picked me up when I was down, healed me, and actually cared. I can't say as much for my parents.

"But...one day...she disappeared without a trace. No one, not even the police could get so much as a clue as to what had happened to her. I searched for days on end; looking vigorously for my sister. I remembered the way her mocha hair would fall over her vivid green eyes. Her soft voice that would carry me to sleep. And in an instant...I had lost it all. My entire happiness has faded, never to be seen again."

I felt choked up. My breathing hitched as my eyes watered. Every word said tore at my heart. He was still so kind and innocent , even after all of that. He stayed strong under the pressure. Looking at myself, I know I could never do the same. Jeremy looked up, his crimson eyes flashed with a melancholy glow.

"The kids at school....The names...The torment they made me put up with. Demon, hellspawn, evil, a little devil. Every word hissed at me stung like a cut. I heard those things...every day."

He looked up at me for a second.

"And that's why I hide. To protect myself and my sanity. I don't want t hear any of those awful things about me ever again."