[A/N:Warning to all those who can't stand blood mentions or swearing, or near death mentions, or self harm. Please skip to the very end.]
Mike's P.O.V
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I nearly lost my shit on that fucker right away. "Jeremy is not a piece of shit you dumbass." I growled. His father laughed heartily "It would be better if he just fucking killed himself! He's good for nothing at all!" He proclaimed.Now this is when I lost my mind on him. One swift kick to the groin and a punch to the face sent him stumbling back but he didn't stay down for long. He charged at me and managed to tackle me because I hadn't been paying attention, my mind was on Jeremy at the moment.
When he tackled me it knocked the wind out of me and he got a few good hits in on my face. He was stupid enough to put his hand on my mouth so I bit the fucker. He shouted in pain and leapt off of me holding his hand. I must have bit hard because I drew blood. "YOU LITTLE SHIT!" He shouted glaring at me.
Once more I kicked him, this time in the stomach and I grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him against the wall. As soon as he regained his posture he spat out some blood that dripped down his chin. "You little runt...you better run.." He growled as he sauntered over to me.
He raised his fist to punch me again but I grabbed a book and hit him across the face with it and he went tumbling down. I checked his pulse to make sure that he was at least breathing..to my dismay he was. But that didn't matter now, I had to find Jeremy. I dashed up the stairs to where I suspected he was...
But when I got there...he wasn't there. Panic washed over me as I searched for him. Where could he be? Then I remembered what his father said...'It would be better if he just killed himself' I felt tears tug at my eyes...he didn't right...? I found the bathroom and there he was...brownish and greenish eyes closed....
Cuts on his arms...I got down on my knees and held him close to me. He still had a pulse...thank god he still had a pulse...my heart raced as I called 9-1-1.
They asked me what I needed and immediately I responded with an ambulance. I don't want him to die.... I care for him...The ambulance arrived in no time and they let me go with him because they were taking his father in for questioning. Turns out there had been an abundant amount of calls about domestic violence in the area....as soon as they picked him up I saw the bruises and marks on his body. How had I not noticed them before...?
I felt horrible about it...Jeremy was hurt and nearly dying because of my anger...if I hadn't hit him then none of this would have happened....I gritted my teeth as I remembered why this had happened. In fact while I was waiting for Jeremy to hopefully wake up...she walked in. "Hello Mikey." Doll said.
[A/N:UH OH LOOK WHO'S BACK! Okay anyways time for a recap, in this chapter Mike shows up and beats up Jeremy's step dad and saves Jeremy by calling 9-1-1. Oh and Doll's back.]
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The Graveyard Shift [Jeremike]
FanfictionHello everyone, I decided that I needed to write something cute and yet sad so I made this. Long story short it's Jeremike also in later chapters there will be trigger warnings labeled.