Strangers In A Dangerous World (Frikey)

Chapter Eleven: You Unknowingly Saved Me

We stayed up for most of the night talking while I relayed all of my stories that didn't necessarily have to do with the men my mother dated. We shared our favorite memories of our childhood and I couldn't help but say my guitar was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Mikey told me about his brother and how they were close and told each other everything. Mikey told me about his favorite memory which was of him as a child playing with his family, going to the movies, and hanging out together on Christmas morning. I kept quiet during those moments and tried to picture everything he was telling me. I wanted to live the experiences with him because I hadn't done any of those things. My earliest memory was with my father and we were outside and he was fixing a car that he had once promised would be mine one day.

I watched Mikey make hand movements as he spoke and sometimes my head would bump along the ride as he used his hands to express his feelings. I just smiled and watched the scenes he laid out before me. It wasn't until he mentioned his father breaking his ankle when he was nine that I remembered Will from when I was twelve. Maybe it was time to get this story off of my chest as well. Mikey and I could share the burden. I laughed at a story that Mikey was telling me and he ended it shortly afterwards. I looked at Mikey and our eyes caught. I put my head down on his lap while he ran his fingers calmly through my hair. I sighed before leaning up and kissing his neck.

"When I was twelve my mother met Will. I didn't like him at all and when he came over I always stayed in my room and pretended that he didn't exist. My mother would try to push for us to be close, but we were so different from one another. He was into sports while I was into bands, black t-shirts, and music in general. It was one night that my mother forced us to hang out that he saw my scars. He had forced us to go outside and play catch in the middle of the freaking summer. I couldn't stand the heat, so I took my jacket off. He caught sight of my wrist and started calling me emo and asking if I wanted to die. He told me that he could kill me if I wanted him to." I stopped my story and took a deep breath.

"That night he snuck into my room and slit my other wrist completely sober. He told me that it needed to match my other arm. After he cut me up pretty badly, he leaned down and kissed me. I didn't kiss him back and it only lasted a second before he pulled back and blamed the whole thing on me. He told my mom that he didn't want to hang out with me because I tried to kiss him." I looked down in shame while Mikey stared off into space lost in the story, "Finally, I just started staying in my room. I only came out once a day to grab something really small to eat. We never really had food in our house anyways, so it's not like it mattered if I ate or not. I grew really depressed around that time. I couldn't figure out if it had been me or not. That indecision lasted for weeks and I grew to hate myself. I couldn't remember the memory clearly, but I knew that it wasn't my fault but deep down I still felt guilty. Anyways, my depression lasted for months and I went that long without seeing my mother or Will. I would hear them at night, so I knew that they were still together, but one night I grew so angry that I broke something in my room. I can't even remember what it was, but Will came barreling in. He dragged me out of my room by my hair to the backdoor. He, then, continued to shove me around until I tripped over a rock and broke three toes."

I lifted my foot into the air and pointed at the three toes I had broken. Mikey touched my foot at I giggled. I hated it when people touched my feet, "I had to wait three days before my mother finally took me to the hospital. By then the toes were already swollen and beginning to set themselves back weirdly. The doctor had to break all three toes and then set them back into place. I think that was the worst thing I had ever had to go through." I stopped talking and set my foot back down onto the couch. Mikey pat my leg affectionately before he shoved us both off of the couch. I landed on my back on the floor while Mikey leaned down and kissed me frantically. I never knew what inspired these moments, but I loved them. I loved the feeling of Mikey kissing my neck, face, and lips. The feeling of Mikey touching me and kissing me never grew old. He always made sure to catch me by surprise and it erased any bad feelings I was having at the time.