! Trigger warning: homophobic slurs, someone gets beaten up! If these toppics are sensitive for you, do not keep Reading. Talk to someone you trust, it wil get better! <3
-Will-
'M- Mike?'
I do not like this. I feel my heart going 1000 mph an hour, not in the good way.
'Well, well, well... if it isn't little fairy byers!', I see the nasty face that belongs to Troy, and right behind him his minion James.
Oh no, this is not good. I feel my heart beating even faster, my eyes start prickling, and I slowly start walking away, hoping they won't notice.
'Ey! Byers! It's you we're talking about!', he takes out a pocketknife.
Now I start running. 'Mike!' I yell again, hoping he'll help me. 'Mike!'
'Ahw, look at the fairy trying to escape..', Troy starts running up to me and I try to go faster, I might just make it when I... trip.
'I've got him James!', and he hits me on the face, I can immediately feel the blood rushing from my lip.
'No Wheeler to protect you now, is there? It would've been a lot better if you'd have stayed in that forrest, you dirty dirty queer!'
-Mike-
'Mike!', I hear a voice. I immediatly run out of the bathroom bear the footballfield. Because I recognize that voice. It's Will. He needs me. I run on the pitch when I see it. A little boy lying on the pitch, crying, while Troy is holding out his pocket knife. My body is paralyzed with fear.
It takes me a second before I realise I have to protest Will. Will Byers. My Will. As I run closer and closer to the my Will, I see Troy lashing out with the knife.
'NO!', and I hit him. I put all of my sadness and ander into that hit. He falls on the pitch, before James picks him up.
'LEAVE WILL THE HELL ALONE, DO YOU HEAR ME?', and they start running away.
That's when I remember, and I turn around. A small little pile of pain is lying on the pitch, and I immediatly kneel next to him.
'Will? Where did he hurt you?'
He slowly picks his face up, and what I see breaks my heart into a milion pieces. His lip is bleeding, his jaw is all bruised and there's a nasty latch on his forehead. But it's his eyes. His eyes are full of pain and hurt.
'i'm so sorry Will. For everything. I-'
'You don't have to be sorry, Mike.', Will starts sobbing. I pick up the little boy, carefull not to hurt him more, and I walk him over to the bathroom.
I should've protected him.
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My Will.
Fanfiction-FINISHED- 'You have to apologise. PROPERLY! I don't want any of my dipshits fighting!' Mike Wheeler has been terrible to Will. And he needs to make it right. Because Will is the love of his life.
