§ Stitch a Broken Heart § «{Jeremike}»

Broken Promises [Chapter 27]

"He's only a child Jonathan! And he's your son no less! He's done nothing to you! The least you could do is show that you care for him!"

Jeremy shot open his eyes seeing his dark room and closet full of clothes a distance away from where he was sleeping along with his nightstand with his little music box and a lamp.
The young 4 year old got down from his bed seeing his door cracked a little open with his Sailor moon poster on the door as well and the light peering through
He peeked through the door hearing his mothers voice and his fathers, but they seemed to be yelling.
Jeremy then opened his door walking out of his room through the hallway looking at the pictures hung on the wall.
He peeked around the corner seeing his mom and dad yelling at each other in the living room and an empty beer bottle rolling toward him.
The young fluffy haired burnet picked the empty bottle of beer up looking at it then sniffed in the bottle and coveted his nose keeping the bottle away from his face. He placed it down then watched his parents yell at each other back and forth.
Until a loud 'Slap' was heard. Jeremy widened his eyes as he saw his father slapped his mother across the face making her collapse on the floor with blood dripping down her mouth. The young 4 year old felt tears run down his face to see his mother hurt.
"M-Mommy!" He cried rushing over to her getting on his knees holding her hand.
She coughed up blood and looked up at the 4 year old fluffy haired burnet with a few tears falling from his soft cheeks.
"Sunshine just go back to bed okay?" She tried assuring her son.
"B-But mommy your hurt-"
The young boy was cut off by his father pulling him away.
Jeremy began to cry trying to get out of his fathers grip.
"Jonathan stop!"
"Mommy!!!" The four year old screamed reaching for his mom.
The father growled then slapped the young Burnet making him shut up and then dragged him to his room throwing him inside and slamming the door.
Jeremy collapsed and cried curling himself up.
"Mommy!!!" He cried placing his hand against his cheek feeling the sting of the slap.
He stayed in the ground until he crawled up onto his bed crying himself to sleep.
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Jeremy shot open his eyes panting as he sat up. He felt a tear fall against his palm then looked around and saw he was in a different room. The teen then realized he was at Fritz's home. Jeremy then checked his phone as he calmed down thankful it was a dream, well mostly a memory, then opened up his phone that he kept in his jacket pocket.
When he did he gasped when he saw he had over at least 38 texts and 15 missed calls. They weren't just any texts they were mikes texts.

'Jeremy, Jeremy please answer me'

5:58 AM

'I know I fucked up but please answer me!'

6:00 AM

'Jere I'm begging you! Answer your fucking phone please!'

6:02 AM

'I'm so fucking sorry! Please just answer me!'

6:05 AM

'Jere where are you! Please respond I'm so fucking guilty I can't even look at myself I'm so so very sorry plz answer ;('

There was more where that came from. Jeremy then had a frustrated expression on his face and placed it under his pillow laying down again clutching his fingers onto the blanket. He was still so, saddened and betrayed along with anger all together.
The teen had tears choke up in his throat tempting not to shed any then got up again out of the bed and walked out through the hallway into the living room seeing Fritz on the couch with a donut.
Jeremy decided to sit next to him silent as a mouse.
Fritz gasped when he saw the teen with his strawberry covered donut.
"Oh Jeremy! I didn't see ya there" he smiled rubbing the back of his neck.
The teen didn't respond and just was motionless and extremely quiet.
"Um... Jere? You alright, your too quiet then usual" Fritz asked as he placed his donut done on the napkin then lowering the volume on the TV.
Jeremy sighs and pauses for a moment.
"I... I received a bunch o-of missed calls f-from Mike... I-I listened to all of his messages and t-texts and... I-I don't know if I can face him again..." He spoke in a low tone.
Fritz sighed and patted his back.
"Look... Either you let this go or get to the bottom of this and get all these emotions out of you..." Fritz sighed pulling Jeremy to look him in the eyes so he known that the ginger was serious.
Jeremy gulped looking down then nodded. "I-I'm sorry... I-I just d-don't know how to face p-people at times... I-It's so hard to even face him... B-But I can't help wanting to see him" Jeremy spoke starting to have tears fill his eyes and wiped them with his jacket sleeve. Fritz frowned
"You want me to call him for you... So you guys can meet up?" He asked.
The teen sniffed then thought for a moment and nodded. Fritz nodded back then grabbed his phone from his pocket then looked at the teen again.
"You should probably get dressed, your still wearing your uniform and jacket on heh, don't worry I'll take care of this" Fritz smiled to the teen.
Jeremy let out a smile then nodded getting up walking into the room and grabbing his bag of clothes and started getting dressed.

"Please leave a message after the tone"
-beep-
"Ay Mike, so... Jeremy came to my house earlier today, around maybe 6 AM, and let me tell you he's not himself, he seems more emo if you ask me, I didn't even recognize him when he came over, he had a bag of clothes and his black jacket, anyways he just really can't hold this back anymore and wants to meet up, call me back so I know if your in, I would take my chances of i were you, okay see ya" Fritz spoke as he hung up and turned around to see the teen exit from the room with his little oversized green sweater covering his hands and just some black pants with his hair still floofy and slightly covering his eyes.
Fritz kind of let out a frown as he saw the teen sit next to him on the far side of the couch.
"Uh, so he didn't answer his phone but I left him a message alright?"
Jeremy nodded staring at the mute TV.
The only thing the ginger do was comfort his friend by patting him on the back.
Jeremy sniffed then wiped his eyes and pulled his legs close to himself wrapping his arms around his knees.
Fritz sighed then grabbed the remote and flipped the channels with the audio still muted.

Just like the energy in the room, silent.