JereMike

Chapter 3- Jeremys Home Life

*Jeremy's POV*

Today neither Mike nor I had to work. I was woken up by my dad screaming

"Jeremy?!! Get your lazy ass down here!!! I need you to buy me more beer!!"

"Ugh" I said sludging out of bed.

I walked down stairs and my dad is up sitting on the couch.

"Y-yes dad. I'll be right back" I say putting my shoes on. When I come back my dad instantly starts yelling at me.

"You lil shit! You hot the wrong beer!!"

"But t-this is the o-one you a-always g-get" I said starting to shake.

"Don't you fucking sass me fuckface! You are so dumb and worthless!! And don't think I don't know you cut. Now cut die little emo boy!!!" He screamed, throwing a bottle at me.

I felt blood rush down my head and I felt hot tears swell in my eyes.

"Oh great, the lil faggot is crying!!" He yelled.

"D-dad p-please stop!" I said crying.

He looked at me with angry eyes and threw another empty beer bottler at me and slapping me accross my face. I cryed even harder.

"YOU WERE A MISTAKE!! I FUCKING HATE YOY AND I WISH YOU WERE NEVET FUCKING BORN!!!! IM GLAD THE DUMB BITCH OF A WIFE IS DEAD!!!!" He said screaming in my face.

I started crying. Then once again he slapped me. I screamed in pain. Then then punched me in the face, and I tasted blood. I just couldn't do anything I was useless.

"STUPID, MESSUP, DUMBFUCK, NO ONE LIKES YOU!!" He screamed hitting and punching me. I made a run for it crying and seeing blood I could hardly see. I tripped at the end of the stairs. I just kept running in the back round I herd him scream.

"FUCK YOU!!! AND NEVER COME BACK YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!!"

I just kept running until I came to this certain neighborhood. I was really dizzy and could hardly stand. I looked up and saw Mike. He looked at me and started to cry.

"M-Mike." I said lipming towards him.

"Jeremy!!" He said catching me I fell.

Next thing I knew I passed out in his arms.

*Mikes POV*

"What the fuck happened to him. He was all bloody and bruised." I thought to myself.

"I'm taking you to my place" I said under my breath.

Picking him up bride style I carried him all the way home. He was really light for a 20 year old.