I had been learning Bass with Mickey for three months now. We had become friends, and enjoyed eachothers company. I had made a lot of progress with Bass Guitar as well, and was starting to play some easy, but more difficult basslines.
I walk through my door after a lesson.
"Where the fuck were you." My dad says to me sternly. Shit.
"Uhm...On a walk." I lie.
"Don't you lie to me, you little bitch." He walks closer to me. "Where have you been for the past two hours?!"
He notices my Bass Case on my back.
"A fucking instrument? Are you going to lessons?!" He shouts. "How much of a loser are you?"
He grabs me by the shoulders and rips my bass off of my back.
"Dad, please, think about what you're doing!" I scream at him as he opens my case.
"Look at this pathetic piece of shit!" He shouts.
"DAD! PUT IT DOWN!" I yell at him.
"Don't you shout at me, you rat!" He yells back. "You've lied to me. You have to be punished."
He hoists my bass over his shoulder, threatening to throw it.
"DAD, PLEASE DON'T!! I'LL DO ANYTHING YOU WANT!!" I scream at him.
"Anything?" He says, menacingly.
"Anything!" I say, desperate.
He puts the bass down.
*TRIGGER WARNING*
"Well then. Get up." He says, and I do as he says. He smiles at me. I hear his belt buckle jingle.
"We're going to have some fun."
*TRIGGER WARNING OVER*
I wake up hours later on the sofa. My eyes are red and sore and my cheeks are tear stained.
I pull my clothes off of the floor and put them on.
I go into my room and message Mickey.
Me:
Can I please come over...
Mickey:
Sure.
Me:
Thank you. I'm on my way. I'll bring my bass.
I arrive at Mickeys house and knock on the door. He opens it and sees the state I'm in.
"Oh my gosh, are you okay?" He asks me, concern lacing his voice.
"I-I'm fine. Can I please have another lesson...I need to be distracted." I say.
"Yeah...Sure..." He says, a hint of sympathy in his voice.
I walk in and place my things on the floor. I'm just about to sit down when Mickey walks over and wraps his arms around me.
Tears spill out of my eyes as I hug him back. He's a really good hugger.
"You're amazing, y/n. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." He says to me softly.
"Thank you.." I say, almost silently.
"Do you mind if I call some friends over? They are amazing at cheering people up, especially Ra- I mean- Ryan." He asks me.
"Okay." I say.
He leaves the room to call his friends.
Mikey's POV:
I get on a group call with the band.
"Hey, Can you guys come over? My Bass Student Y/N is really sad at the moment." I ask them.
They all agree.
"But first, we need fake names, so i've come up with some for you guys. My name is Mickey Whale, Gerard's is Gerald Whale, Frank's is Francisco Iroh, and Ray's is Ryan Tour." I explain. "Everyone understand?"
They all say yes. We hang up the call, and I make my way back to y/n.
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My Bass Teacher (PLATONIC mikey way x reader)
Hayran Kurgu[THIS STORY IS COMPLETELY PLATONIC AND DOES NOT INVOLVE ANY TYPE OF SHIPPING.] {This story is in the Danger Days era.} More Trigger Warnings Will Be Added As We Go Along. Trigger warnings: Abuse Alcohol and Drug usage Self- Harm Suicide Rape Y/n...
