Rage and Love: The Story of My Life

Chapter 12: Friends and Feelings

Billie had woke up at some point in the early morning, hearing the familiar squeak of the floor board in front of his window. Mike.

He sat himself up and sucked in a breath. It wasn't Mike. It was Brad. He simply stared Billie down before walking out of Billie's room. Billie whimpered in fear, ignoring his body telling him he had to go to the bathroom. There was no way he was moving. He hugged his blanket and squeezed his eyes shut, absolutely terrified.

His eyes snapped back open when he heard the creek again. He looked up at the tall, dirty blond haired boy and his heart leapt. Mike.

He pulled his hat and gloves off followed by his hoodie before walking over to Billie, climbing into bed with him. He seemed surprised when Billie hugged him tightly, pressed his face into his friends chest, and cried.

"Bill, what's the matter?" Mike asked, his arms wrapping around the smaller boy out of instinct.
"H-He was in my room Mikey, he was watching me," Billie whispered quietly, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'm scared."

Mike stayed silent, just holding Billie as his mind raced, thoughts of how he could make Billie feel safe in his own fucking house. "Here." Mike mumbled, moving away from Billie for a second before lying on top of him. "He'd have to get through me first."

Billie's heart beat fast, the feeling of Mike's weight on top of him making his head swim. What was happening to him? "Thanks Mikey," He managed, choosing to ignore the fact that he was curled into Mike and their bodies fit perfectly together. "Mike?"
His friend was almost asleep but answered with a 'hm'.
"I have to go to the bathroom but I'm scared."
Mike sat up and took his hand. "Then I'll go with you. He won't hurt you, I promise."

The moment felt bittersweet, and as Mike took Billie to the bathroom, walked him back and went back to lying on top of him; protecting him, Billie fell asleep in Mike's arms and couldn't help but wonder if Mike felt the same.