No love like Perrentes love

Chapter Seven

Mike's POV

I woke up about half an hour later by the sound of a phone ringing. I slowly untangled myself from around Tony, careful not to wake him and dug for my phone in my pocket, I pulled it out and realized that it wasn't mine that was ringing. I made my way over to Tony's bag and pulled his phone out seeing Jaime as the caller ID, I quickly answered it and left the room "hey, Spike!" I said in a hushed whisper "Hey Mike, how you doing bro? wait, why didn't Tony answer? wait, why did you answer? wait, where are you and why aren't you both at lunch?" I let out a laugh at Jaime's scattered train of thought "i'm fine thanks man, Tony is asleep right now which also answers your next question and we are both at his house which is why we aren't at lunch, I don't want to tell you why we aren't there, I think that I will leave it up to Tony to tell you that because I don't think that it is really my place to say," Jaime was silent on the other side of the phone "ok that seems reasonable. When Tony wakes up can you tell him that I called and that I'll be over after school with Starbucks?" I smiled as his voice got cheerier "sure, Spike, I'll let him know, is it cool if I save your number to my phone in case I need to get hold of you again?" I asked this so I wouldn't have to keep invading Tony's personal space by answering his phone, "sure, man, that's cool, I'm at the front of the line now so I've gotta go, see you soon Mike," He said before hanging up. I smiled down at the phone in my hand, glad that Tony had a friend like that to support him through the years that I couldn't. I was about to go back into Tony's room when I felt my pocket vibrate, I saw that it was Vic calling me, "Hermano, you'd better get home now!" he nearly screamed down the phone at me "what? why? are you ok?" I asked suddenly filled with dread, "I'm fine but you won't be if you don't get home now. mama and papa know that you're not in school and they are super mad bro!" Vic stumbled on his words as he tried to say them "ok, calm down, I'll be fine Vic, I'll make my way there now!" I cursed and cut Vic off. I rushed back into Tony's room, quickly getting my bag and waking the sleeping boy "sorry to wake you turtle but I have to go home, my parents know that I'm not in school, Jaime called and said that he will be round after school with Starbucks, ok? but I have to go, sorry to leave you like this, please stay strong for me," I said as I lent over and kissed his forehead before rushing out his house.

The journey from Tony's house to mine usually took about half an hour but I managed to make it in under ten, the reason for that might have been because I was flat out sprinting the whole way home. I could barely breathe and my legs felt like jelly but I managed to get into the house without falling over. "Michael! is that you?" I heard my mama yell from somewhere in the house "yes, mama!" I said, putting my bag down and going to find her. "don't yes mama me, Mike, your father is on his way home as we speak, you are in so much trouble," I gasped "no mama, please, I am so sorry but my friend Tony, he was hurt badly and didn't want his aunt finding out so I took him home, I was going to go straight back to school mama, please don't let him hurt me," I hated begging, but I hated my father more. Begging made me look weak but my father made me look weaker so I chose to beg then to be at the hands of my father. My mums eyes softened "I'm sorry baby, but he's home now," She said as his huge voice disrupted the whole house hold. I turned around just as he grabbed me. He started yelling at me in Spanish but I was listening, I zoned out just staring him straight in the eyes, trying to concentrate on my breathing, which was becoming harder and harder due to the fact his hand was round my throat. I was pulled out of my daydream like state when my brothers voice cut through the air "papa, put him down, he's going red can't you see you're hurting him! put him down!" My sight was starting to wobble and I couldn't hear anything anymore, everything seemed muffled as darkness started to close in. The next thing I knew, I was being backhanded across the living room, I lay on the floor gasping for air like a fish out of water. My papa and Vic were yelling at each other in garbled Spanish now, this wasn't good, I didn't want Vic being hurt like me. Even though I knew that he wouldn't hurt Vic because he was the golden child, the one they actually wanted and planned. I stood up on shaky legs "stop!" I croaked, barely above a whisper, I cleared my throat and tried again "would you stop fighting!" I yelled, gaining everybody's attention "Don't fight because of me, just because you didn't want me and because I'm a disappointment doesn't mean that you have to take it out on each other, without me you are a perfect family, I'm the one that came along and fucked it all up, trust me I know, I've been told that enough times from you Papa," I swallowed the lump in my throat and looked around at the shocked looks on my family's faces, "I'm going to leave, you don't need me or want me here, you are all better off without me. I have some money because I found a job a couple days ago, I hope that you have a better life without me and find the happiness that I clearly drain from you all," With that I stormed up the stairs and grabbed a duffell bag from out of my closet. I heard footsteps behind me. I ignored them and carried on angrily shoving clothes into the bag "honey, please don't leave, what you said isn't true, we love you so, so much, your father just doesn't kn-" I looked up at my mama, her broken eyes and tear streaked face "stop, mama, I'm leaving just stop trying," I looked away as the sound of sobbing filled the air. I heard a sushing and comforting noises coming from my bedroom door, I was guessing that Vic was up here too. I didn't turn to look, I grabbed the un opened envelope of money from a few days ago and shoved that in my bag. I zipped it up and turned to look at Vic who was blocking the door way "s'cuse me please," I said quietly, Vic shook his head "no," I looked down at him "no? move Vic. Now," I said going to push past him "I can't let you Mike, you're my little brother and I can't let you go like this," His voice started to crack at the end "You'll still see me at school, Vic, your not losing me completely," I said pushing past him, I made my way to the front door, picking up my school bag on the way there. I heard someone clear their throat behind me and turned to see mama, papa and Vic all standing there looking at me "what?" I asked, quite rudely, but you can't blame me, I was now homeless. "where, will you go now?" My father asked me, I was actually surprised that he was talking to me, I shrugged my shoulders, I hadn't thought that far ahead. "what about Tony's?" I heard my brother ask "who is Tony? Mike, you didn't tell me that you had made a friend," My father asked "why would I tell you anything, you have no fucking right to know what's going on in my life. The only reason I ever spoke to you was because I had to live with you, now if you don't fucking mind, I'm going to leave now," I said, turning on my heel and slamming the front door behind me. I had no idea what to do, where to go or who to turn to for help. I made my way to the park and suddenly broke down into tears, just as I was about to enter the park I saw the jocks that had been beating Tony up and they were coming my way. Well, crap.

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Tony's POV

I had been smiling for the past few hours, Mike had kissed me, well, my forehead, but he had still kissed me, one of the worst days of my life had turned out ok. It had turned out like a book, it was never meant to happen like this in real life but it had. My mood was suddenly dampened by the thought that the kiss was probably a friendly one. I mean, aunties gave that sort of kiss didn't they. Crap. I laid back down on my bed and shut my eyes for a while, I felt my phone start ringing in pocket so I reached down and quickly answered it after seeing who it was "hey, what's up?" My smile faltering after hearing the pure panic in his voice on the other end "Jaime? why are you on Mike's phone? what's happened?" I asked, suddenly worried. "I was walking through the park on my way to you and I saw the assholes from school, yelling and shouting in a circle, I tried to get past but I saw Mike in the middle, on his knees and, and, please get here Tony I need your help carrying him," I got directions and slipped my shoes and jacket on and rushed out the house.

When I turned up, the sight that met me was worse than I was imagining. Mike was laying on the floor with Jaime cradling his head. There were multiple bruises and cuts covering his face and legs and he was groaning in pain. I rushed over to him, and dropped to my knees, "Mike? can you hear me?" I asked leaning in closer to hear his reply "I really hate those pricks," he muttered, my face split into a grin, he was going to be fine, "c'mon then, you're coming back to mine," I said as me and Jaime pulled him to his feet. I noticed something strange lying to the right of Mike "are those your bags?" I asked, he just nodded in conformation. Jaime nodded and picked them up and we both started the long and painful (for Mike) journey back to mine.

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I quietly shut the door to my room and took the bowl and cup downstairs. Once I had washed them up I joined Jaime on the couch. "how is he?" he asked while mindlessly flicking through tv channels. "he's gonna be ok, he sleeping now, and all of his wounds are healing and don't seem to need medical attention but if he gets worse, I'll take him to the hospital," Jaime nodded deciding on some random comedy show. Our silence was soon disrupted by the sound of keys in the front door. I rushed out to meet my aunt before she could shout for me "hi, tia, please don't shout, come with me," I said pulling her into the living room and explaining everything to her. "that's fine Tony he can stay here as long as he wants, Jaime, are you staying the night?" Jaime shook his head, "no thanks, Tia, I had better get going," he said giving her a kiss on the cheek before picking up his jacket "I'll give you a lift back hime," My aunt offered, using her nickname for him to soften him up and accept the offer. "No, honestly it's fine I ha-" she cut him off "none sense, Jaime, I'll be back soon Tony," I smiled at my aunts forcefulness and giggled at the sight of Jaime rolling his eyes.