Mike Wheeler x Reader

Part Fifteen

This chapters basically just a buncha that characters' thoughts

sorry if you aint into that stuffs

rn its Monday afternoonsss

but by the end of the chapter its around 9:45 in the night

(Y/N)'s P.O.V

The hug had been warm and embracing. It contrasted with the cold air that surrounded us. It made me want to forget everything bad that had ever happened to me.

Mike had been eerily silent on the walk here. Seeing him finally take some sort of meaningful action was nice.

Mike's P.O.V.

I hugged her. Like that would make up for anything. In the moment, I'd thought I was doing the right thing, and even now I knew I had gone about everything correctly. Still, the guilt was getting to me. I kept replaying everything in my mind, every action that I had taken. I went over all of it, from the moment that I saw (Y/N) down the hall, to the moment I had confronted Troy with the knife. I hadn't known how serious the situation was at the time, but damn, I should have. Once I'd untied (Y/N) from that tree, I had begun to think about it.

It was all in the past though, and I could do not a thing to change it.

I had watched them drag her away, doing nothing just to save myself.

She wasn't even crying. She'd dealt with that by her self, with no one to help her, and she hadn't shed a tear. It only made me feel worse. It was like she thought that she, and she alone, had to fight for her self, but I could fight for her. I wanted her to need me, just Like how I needed her. But she didn't, and she hadn't.

This morning, she had even begun to fight my battles, not just her own. It was supposed to be my job, to fight for both myself, and her.

I pulled away from her.

"I'm sorry..." I said, preparing to explain to her everything.

"Why the hell are you sorry? You didn't do anything! You helped me!" She shouted.

She's not even the least bit curious on how exactly I'd found her in the woods...

"I saw them, with you. When you were in the school... I watched them lead you out of there." I began.

She didn't say anything, she only gave me a mildly confused look.

"What?" She said, speaking up after a few seconds had gone by.

"Then, I watched you get on Troy's bike. I followed you and them. I saw Troy drag you into the woods, and I waited." I said simply, ignoring her question. "I waited until James left, then I went to help you. I had the opportunity to stop everything that happened to you, but I didn't take it because I was afraid to get hurt."

I looked to the ground, awaiting her response. I felt her hand on my shoulder.

"It's okay, Mike. There were two of them, they would've killed you. That was smart. Plus, Troy still had his knife." She said. She sounded oddly content.

"It's not okay. You should be angry at me, angry at Troy. You should be crying, or something! Why are you okay?" I said, not realizing how strongly I was coming across.

"I'm not okay, Mike... I just don't know what to think right now. I'll probably come to some horrific revelation that will effect me for the next decade once I've over thought all of this." She explained. I didn't really understand what she meant. All I wanted was to see her feeling something. I wanted to see that Troy and James hadn't broken her. I wanted to see that she still needed me to make her feel better.