After a long time, the beating stopped. Mikard lay on the floor in a fetal pisition and whimpering. "What is this thing?" He wondered. "I'm getting the heck outta here!" Mikard got up and ran toward the bedroom door. But the door suddenly slammed shut. Mikard heard it lock. He gulped and turned around. Teddy was still hiding in the sleeping bag. The beating had stopped and he heard the door slam. He wanted to get out but living with Mikard has taught him to always wait a while before leaving a good hiding place. Teddy then heard Mikard choking. A terrifying thought entered Teddys head. What if this scary person hurting Mikard was going to be the new Mickey? What would he do now? Mikard was struggling to breathe. He put his hands around his neck, trying to release its grip, but it was strong. "L-let me g-go" "C-come on...I...p-promise I won't beat T-the k-kid anymore...
Mikard was loosing consciousness. He felt his arm crack and then a searing pain. He struggled to scream but instead passed out. Teddy heard a something hit the floor. It sounded like a bag of potatoes. He waited a few more minutes before cautiously and slowly getting out of the sleeping bag and crawling out the closet. On the floor, he saw Mikard. He wasn't breathing and he was covered in ugly bruises. Blood leaked out of his mouth and his arm was bent at a funny angle. Teddy gasped and went back to the closet. After a few more minutes, he peeked back out. Mikard was still on the floor. "Mickey must have went to sleep after drinking his green bottles" said Teddy. He looked at his mom, right where he left her. He walked over to her and gave her a hug. "Im glad Mickey didn't beat you mom" "Im going to eat dinner before Mickey wakes up. Teddy got up and went downstairs to the kitchen to see what he was left in the garbage.
