My Bass Teacher (PLATONIC mikey way x reader)

Chapter 5

Y/n POV:

Mickey's friends arrive. They're all hiding their identities too. Strange, but i'm not one to judge.

"Hello! I'm Ryan Tour." One with hair exactly like Ray Toro pipes up.

"Hey there. I like your hair. It reminds me of someone in my favourite band, haha." I smile at him.

"What's your favourite band?" Ryan asks me.

"My Chemical Romance." I say.

He hesitates for a bit. "Cool." He finally says.

"I'm Francisco Iroh." The short one says.

"Nice to meet you." I say.

"And I'm Gerald Whale." One with bright red hair says.

"Hey there. Are you Mickey's brother?" I ask.

"Yep!"

"Cool." I say. "I'm Y/n. Nice to meet you all."

They have such a striking resemblance to My Chem. Maybe they're big fans? Or they could be a tribute band! I shrug it off.

We all begin talking and we spend the afternoon laughing, playing board games and watching TV.

We're all huddled onto Mickey's tiny sofa, my head resting on his shoulder.

In the corner of my eye, i catch the window. It's dark outside.
I jump up.

"Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit..." I mutter to myself, and grab my things quickly.

"What's wrong?" Francisco asks me.

"I can't talk right now, I'm sorry. I have to get home." I open the front door. "Thank you for being here for me."

I close the door behind me, leaving the group confused.

I sprint down the path towards my house. My dad's gonna beat the shit out of me.

I pray that he's passed out. But, just incase, I'm going through my window.

I get home, and awkwardly clamber through my bedroom window.
I hide my bass, get changed into pyjamas, and exit my room slowly.

"Get me a beer." My dad says to me. "Now."

I do as he says. He slaps me across the face as i hand it to him.

"I'm not going to be so easy on you if you lie to me again, you selfish little prick." He hisses at me. "Get out of my sight."

I scurry back to my room, and shut the door behind me.

At least he didn't know i've been gone for the past five hours.

I lay down in my bed, and close my eyes. How could one day hold so many ups and downs?
Thank god Mickey was there for me. Otherwise I could've gone something.. awful.

I sigh as I fall into a dreamless sleep.

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*TRIGGER WARNING*

I am awoken at 2am by yelling.
I jump up and peer out of my door.

My Father is drunk out of his mind. Again.

I'm in danger. I need to find somewhere to hide, or get out-

My thoughts are interrupted by him opening my door so violently it almost comes off the hinges.

"You're a bitch! Bitch ass fucking..mistake.." He slurs, approaching me. He knocks me to the floor. "You make my life hell...I despise you with every bone in my body."

He continues to degrade me while beating the living shit out of me.
I cry out in pain and tears stream down my cheeks. The pain is sharp and burning.
He kicks my head like a football, and my body slams against my drawers.

My vision is growing cloudy and I feel weak.
I try to call for help but all that comes out is a small croak.
My dad gives me one final blow to the head, and everything goes black.

*TRIGGER WARNING OVER*