§ Stitch a Broken Heart § «{Jeremike}»

Moving Out To Hell [Chapter 7]

Two weeks past, Mike and Jeremy started to get along better, and exchanged numbers, but still acted like children at times. Jeremy hasn't told Mike about anything that's going on in his life, he mostly tried to avoid conversations about personal issues.
Every time Jeremy walked home he had to pack all of his things before the end of the month.
After three weeks, Jeremy finally finished packing his belongings. He walked out of his mothers home carrying a box labeling "Manga's" then placed it on the ground. He wiped the sweat from his face then stretched his arm. He sighed looking down thinking this was it, it was time to move out of his safe, warm home and move down to Hell. He despised his father with all his heart, he had to witness his mother getting beaten very critically. Every night he cried himself to sleep hearing his father and mother argue all night. All Jeremy wanted was a father that cared for his son and wife, instead of a cruel, heartless bastard, but there was nothing he could do to change that. He sighed then bent down picking up the box full of Manga's. The teen then saw a familiar car pull up in front of his house. He raised his eye brow as he saw the driver door open to see who it was.
Mikes head peeked out of the car then slams the door looking a the teen." Jeremy? What the hell are you doing?" Mike said with his hands in his pockets stepping toward the teen.
"O-oh M-Mike I-I wasn't expecting you... U-um I-I'm just p-packing up to move... T-to my, d-dads house..." Jeremy explained avoiding contact with his coworker. Mike then narrowed his eyes toward the label on the box then raised his eyebrow looking back at the teen.
"Manga's?"
Jeremy had a flush of pink in embarrassment on his face as he heard Mikes comment." What are you some kind of girly anime lover?" Mike joked. Jeremy rolled his eyes,"Oh S-shush, I-I need to get this s-stuff to his house..." Jeremy said as he looked down toward the other boxes.
"We both know you can't carry all this shit over to your dads house Jeremy, your weak remember?" Mike joked again. Jeremy rolled his eyes again mumbling under his breath," H-His house isn't f-far, I-I can handle it" Jeremy retorted.
Mike rolled his eyes then reached out grabbing the box from Jeremy's arms." H-hey! W-what are you-" Jeremy was cut off by Mikes words.
"What does it look like dummy. I'm packing your stuff in my car" Mike said as he turned toward the teen opening the back of the car.
Jeremy held his arm tightening his grip saying nothing then walked over toward the other boxes and grabbed a box full of his clothes.
After packing the car up full of Jeremy's belongings. The teen then opened the passenger door stepping inside Mikes car sitting down waiting for Mike to start up the car.
They then began to drive." Ok, so where's your dads house" Mike asked driving down the street away from Jeremy's house. The teen wasn't paying attention, all he was focused on was looking back at his mothers house and all the memories flashing in his mind. Mike then snapped his fingers at the teen making him let out a gasp coming back to reality.
"O-oh u-um his house is by CloverWood Lane, I-I'll tell you w-where his house is w-when we get there" Jeremy answered.
"Over in that Ghetto ass area? Shit..." Mike said as he focused on the road surprised at the area the teens father lived." I-is there any music w-we can listen to?" Jeremy asked as he twiddled with his fingers." Oh hell yea, I gotta tape right here, used to listen to this song daily" Mike said as he pulled out a tape from the side of his door then placed it in the radio.
"Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch Cherry Bomb! Cherry Bomb!"
The song began to play. Jeremy raised his eyebrow then looked over to Mike who was tapping the steering wheel to the beat of the music bitting his lip with a smirk on his face urging himself not to burst out the lyrics. Jeremy let out a chuckle at his coworkers funny behavior then looked out the window with a smile on his face seeing the trees and other cars pass by. He then started to recognize the torn up Neighborhood and narrowed his eyes in front of him seeing his fathers house about a block away. He started to sweat and get nervous as he saw the rusty car in the driveway.
Mike looked over and saw the stiff teen in the passenger seat then reached over and paused the music." Kid? You okay? You look like your scared" Mike said as he noticed Jeremy's timidness.
"Huh? O-oh yea I'm f-fine just... N-nervous"
Mike raised his eyebrow "About what?".Jeremy paused avoiding the question. They then finally arrived in front of Jeremy's Dads house. Jeremy hesitated but finally stepped out of the car toward the back to grab his things.
His hands started to shake, he ignored the feeling then looked up to see Mike coming to him to help grab one of the boxes. Jeremy and Mike walked up to the porch with the rest of the boxes in their arms. Mike then placed them down beside the teen." Welp I'll leave you to it kid, see ya later tonight." Mike said starting to walk back to his car. Jeremy wanted to shout to him begging not to leave but he couldn't, it's like something in his throat was holding him back. He then saw Mike get in his car then turned his attention toward the door and finally knocked timidly. It took a while for the door to open but then after a moment passed a tall, broad shouldered drunk man with almost the same features as Jeremy opened the door with a beer in his hand. He then hiccuped looking down at the teen giving a sharp glare.
"What the fuck do you want boy..." Mr. Fritgarald snarled at the teen. Jeremy gulped feeling his inner timid child start to reach out.
"I-I was t-told t-that I-I need t-to stay h-here since m-mom i-is going through c-cancer a-at the moment a-and is I-in no condition t-to look after me..." Jeremy explained starting to shake.
"What makes you think you can just come up here and ask me for something boy?! I got better things to do then watch your sorry ass!" Mr. Fritgarald he started to shout toward the teen. Not a second passed and Mr. Fritzgarald yanked Jeremy's collar into the house ignoring the boxes left outside. Jeremy nearly collapsed onto the ground but caught himself. He looked back to his his father stomping toward him.
"Get the fuck away from my face you worthless piece of shit!" Ordered the man toward the teen. Jeremy gasped then rushed up the stairs stepping on a few tiny shards of glass scattered on the carpet.
He rushed to the guest room and shut the door behind him placing his belongings on the mattress on the floor. Jeremy finally caught his breath feeling his heart beat slow down. He leaned up against the wall and slid down onto the hard floor. Jeremy curled his knees up to chest wrapping his arms around his knees in the dim and dark room.
This was only the begging of a living hell now called home, he had better get used to it if he knows what's good for him.