BillxMike

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by honeybb123

by honeybb123

"If I can survive the war that I battle with myself I can survive anything." —
Gemma Troy

I was shocked when Mike hugged me; it had been months since anybody had actually touched me with gentleness. I couldn't stop the tears then.
   "It's ok. It's ok. You can stay with me tonight," Mike reassured me, rubbing my back.
   "Are y-you shu-sure?" I asked, not wanting to be a burden to him as well
   "Yes of course Bill," Mike said.
   "T-thanks Mike."
   We sat for another moment, just holding each other.
   "Let's get home," Mike finally broke the silence. "It's getting dark."
   I shakily stood up, wiping my eyes. I nodded, and began following him to his house.
   "Well this is it," Mike said, gesturing to his house. "It's my grandparents place, they're sheep farmers," he explained.
   "Wow," I whispered. "It's really n-nice," I told him.
   He scratched his head and looked away. "Oh, thanks." He gave me a small smile which I returned. "Come on."
   He silently opened the front door, placing his finger to his lips, telling me to be quiet.
   He shut the door quietly behind us, and began walking to his room.
   "Michael is that you?" A harsh sounding woman's voice rang from somewhere in the house.
   He groaned quietly. "Yes Grammy, it's me," he called out.
   "You're half an hour past curfew son, your grandpa was fixin' to call the police."
   Mike rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, I ran into some, uh, trouble," he said.
   "And what kinda trouble would that be mister?"
   "Henry Bowers."
   "Oh," his grandmothers voice suddenly became much softer. "Are you ok baby?"
   "Yes, Grammy, I just wanna go to bed," Mike said.
   "Ok baby, you get some sleep. Good night."
   "Good night Grammy," Mike called down to her.

We sat on Mike's bed; he let me borrow an old T-shirt snd sweats.
   "So, what's your life like?" He asked me.
   "Oh umm, w-well." I paused, considering if I really wanted Mike to know so much about me. "I'm f-fourteen, I like s-school, and I have like, zero f-friends," I laughed without humor.
   "Oh... so um, what was Henry talking about? Your brother?"
   I looked down, hiding my tears. "Oh, I-I had a b-brother, but he p-p-passed away l-last year," I whispered.
"Oh god, Bill. I'm so sorry," Mike said immediate.
   I shrugged my shoulders. "It's ok, h-he's in a b-better place n-now."
   Mike nodded. "My parents died when I was a little kid, maybe they're all in heaven together."
   I sniffles and smiled. "I h-hope so."
   We sat in silence for a moment.
   "How'd your brother die?" Mike asked. "I mean, if you don't care to tell me."
   "H-he fell into the s-storm drain, a-and his-his arm was r-ripped from his body... h-he bled out..."
   I glanced up at Mike, who had his head down.
   "S-Sorry, that was graphic," I said.
   "It's ok. My parents died a bad way too. They burned to death... a fire randomly started one night at my old house, and I was trapped in my room, with my parents room next to me. Firefighters were able to save me, but I had to listen to my parents," he paused, inhaling shakily. "To my parents burn to death."
   "I'm s-sorry," I whispered.
   "It's ok. We've got each other now," Mike said, grabbing my hand.
   I smiled back at him. "Y-Yeah, we d-do."