§ Stitch a Broken Heart § «{Jeremike}»

Meet Your Coworker... [Chapter 3]

WARNING! This might be triggering towards the end of this part.

Once the teen had arrived at the doors of the pizzeria he saw children running around like they just had a pool full of sugar. He finally entered tightening his grip onto the flier. Once he did a huge wave of loud cheering ringed in his ears making him flinch. The teen looked around and then saw a pair of blue eyes gaze through his emerald green. Everything froze, it felt like an electric shock shot through his body, the teen shook his head and the blue eyes were instantly gone. He then blinked and looked to his left seeing two security guards talking as the children ran everywhere around the pizzeria. The teen then looked over to the right and saw the animatronics, a bear, a blue bunny, and a chicken with a stripper body? Strange how a animatronic like that is allowed to perform for young children. Jeremy shrugged then felt a tap on his shoulder, he flinched then turned to see who it was.
"Hello sir, can I help you?" The man spoke wearing a decent suite with a nice smile at the teen. Jeremy froze then swallowed his anti-social problems and spoke.
"O-oh... I-I'm a-actually here to a-apply f-for the job as t-the night guard sir..." The teen timidly explained.
"Oh well why didn't you say so! Follow me and we can talk more in my office" the man exclaimed as he put his hand on the teens shoulder talking him to his office. As the teen walked with him he looked over and saw one of the Security guards take a glance at him, well more like a glare. The teen shivered then shook his head entering the boss's office.
The interview went surprisingly well, despite the teens stuttering and timidness, the boss saw some potential in the teen. After they shook hands they exited the office.
"Now, to help you with the night shift, one of our experienced security guards are gonna help you, get to know how things work, okay?"
The teen nodded,"A-and w-who is that?" The teen asked twiddling with his thumbs nervously.
"Oh his name is Mike, Mike Schmidt, he's kind of a push over but you'll get used to it, he'll teach you the basics" the boss explained as he pointed over toward the tall, broad shouldered security guard with icy blue eyes.
'Where have I heard that name...'
"Ay Mikey boy!" The boss yelled toward the security guard.
The man rolled his eyes then put his hands in his pockets coming toward the two.
"Hey Mikey, so you think you can train the new guy some of your routines about the night shift?" The boss asked as he put his hand on the teens shoulder.
The security guard glanced his eyes toward the teen then scoffed looking toward the boss then crossed his arms.
"Are you serious? What the hell is in it for me anyways? I never got the training I needed to survive this fucking place" the man complained giving an annoyed expression.
The boss then gave a glare at the security guard.
"Oh so you want to cut your pay now don't you"
There was a moment of silence then the security guard rolled his eyes letting out a frustrated sigh.
"Fine..."
The boss then let out a satisfied smile,"Good, now I'm going to go and close the register, don't forget Fritzgarald, 12 tonight!" The boss reminded the teen as he walked away toward the front desk leaving the two.
There was an awkward silence between the two.
"U-Um h-hi, I'm Jer-" the teen was cut off by the man.
"Yea I don't care dumb shit" the man said as he put his hand in front of the teen cutting him off.
"H-huh?"
"I don't care about, you, your name or any other stupid shit about you"
"W-what? Okay l-look Mike I-" he was cut off again.
"It's Schmidt dumb shit, get it right" Mike said harshly pointing toward his name tag with a sharp glare in his eyes. Those eyes, they seemed so familiar. Jeremy flinched taking one step back.
"You won't last an hour here" Mike said starting to walk away.
"I-I will last..." Jeremy mumbled as he saw the older man leave. After a moment Jeremy finally left walking home with the afternoon sun shining over the street and a nice breeze blowing against his face. He brushed his hand through his fluffy hair then walked home.
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1994
Middle School
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Jeremy hit against the hard, cold wall and fell to the ground with his vision blurry and swollen bruises starting to become numb. He looked up to the boy with his dark Icy blue eyes and a beanie covering his head and his fist clutched wrapped in bandages.
Jeremy stared in fear, quivering and covering his face with his hands for protection despite the face that wouldn't do anything.
The boy that stood over Jeremy that had cold icy blue eyes, and a grin on his face seeing the 7th grader in pain, shaking in fear.
"Get up faggot" the boy spoke. There was no response from Jeremy, just a whimpering cry.
"I said GET UP!" The boy exclaimed kicking the younger boy in the rib cage. Jeremy finally stood up ever so slowly with his hands still covering his face.
The boy then grabbed Jeremy's wrist pulling his hands down away from his face then swung a punch at Jeremy. The burnet fell to the ground then saw red Crimson drip to the floor.
The boy then kicked Jeremy in the torso making the burnet fall to the floor.
"I want you to remember this day... Next time you EVER cross me like that again. Why don't you go kill yourself already?! Your an unwanted piece of shit!" the boy exclaimed to the quivering burnet beneath his feet.
The boy then walked away leaving Jeremy on the cold ground.
The pain was unbearable, it's like old memories of being abused were coming back to him. Turns out defending yourself just gets you in a more awful situation then before. Jeremy curled himself up crying in pain, clear tears mixing with Crimson blood, dripping to the ground.
He was in the back of the school, there was no one there, just him and the empty parking lot.
The words the boy said repeated in his head.
'Why don't you go KILL yourself already?!'
'Your an UNWANTED piece of shit!'
Jeremy gripped his fingers into his shirt curling his knees to himself crying his eyes out.

Would he really better off dead...