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My enemy. My everything.

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Mikey ran his hand up and down her bare back as he tried to calm her. “Shhh, its ok. Its ok Kitz. You’re safe.”

The fighting and struggling and shaking made her knees weak and she collapsed against Mikey’s body. He caught her and picked her up, carrying her bridal style to the couch and sat her down. Once she was positioned on the couch he tried to walk away but Kitzie grabbed his hand to stop him. Mikey turned back suddenly. “What? What is it?”

She didn’t say anything but Mikey could read her eyes. She looked back to the front door quickly, as if she was worried someone was going to burst in and hurt her any second. She didn’t have to say anything, Mikey knew she just didn’t want him to go away. Mikey sighed. “I’m just going to go get you something to put over yourself.” He said and began took two steps away from her, but stopped when he heard her small whimper of fear. He turned back and went to her, crouched in front of her, unable to leave her side. She was in too much of a state.

He turned his head toward the stairs to the basement and called out. “Gerard! Can you come up here?” Then turned back to her, looking into her eyes, searching for some clue about what happened.

Kitzie heard Gerard’s footsteps as he trudged up the stairs and instinctively pushed her body closer to Mikey just in case it wasn’t Gerard coming up those stairs. Mikey put his arm around her waist, only because it was obvious that she needed reassurance right then. He tried not to notice how soft and warm her skin was and how delicate her body felt against his.

Gerard walked into the livingroom. “What Mik-… whoa.” Gerard stared at Kitzie and the bruises all over her. He scanned his eyes all over her body, and Kitzie moved closer to Mikey still, diverting her gaze away from Gerard so she didn’t have to see how he looked at her with concern but also the slightest hint of misplaced lust and confusion. “What’s going on Mikey? What is this?”

“I don’t know. Go get a wet hand towel would you? And a blanket. She’s cold.” Mikey didn’t really know if she was cold, but he figured she must be uncomfortable, sitting there with someone she hated in her underwear. Mikey tried to turn his sympathy off and tried to remember that this girl was the enemy. He tried to think of all the insults. Then his eyes went mean. Maybe I should just make her sit there in her while Gerard stares at her. Make her stand up so we both get a better view. He tried to talk himself into it. He knew he could make her if he wanted to and she wouldn’t put up a fight. But just as soon as he’d thought it, her eyes met his and his heart sank slightly at the look of desperation in her eyes. Without even thinking, Mikey stood and pulled his shirt off, staring at her the whole time. She shifted in her seat uncomfortably as he took his shirt off and looked away as frightening thoughts ran through her mind. “Arms up.” He said and Kitzie complied. Mikey was about to put his t shirt on her but as she lifted her arms he saw the enormous bruise on her ribs from where she was kicked. He gently placed his hand on it and Kitzie yelped and jumped back from him on the couch. Mikey stopped and slipped his shirt on her, where it covered her all the way to the middle of her thighs.

Gerard walked back in with the things Mikey requested. He looked over her again, concerned and handed the things to Mikey. “Thanks.”

“What happened here?” Gerard asked.

“I don’t know yet. I think maybe she was robbed or something. Some kind of home invasion.” Mikey told Gerard while he put the blanket over her shoulders. “I saw two dudes running out of her house and they-” Mikey stopped talking when he and Gerard saw how Kitzie tensed up when he mentioned the two men. Mikey looked in her eyes with his eyebrow raised and she looked away. He decided to stop talking. The ‘robbery’ had obviously shaken her to no end. Gerard left the room to go outside and inspect the road for suspicious cars. In case the culprits were still hanging around.

Mikey picked up the wet towel and bought it to her face. She flinched quickly and cowered. “Hey, stay still alright?” Mikey said. “I need to clean your face up.”

“No.” She said and looked away.

“Kitz. Its not something you get a say in. Keep still.” He demanded. He bought the cloth to her face and wiped gently at her brow where blood was drying. He wiped it away and moved to her mouth. His face was close to hers and he could feel her shallow breaths. It reminded him of her gentle kiss in the car when she thought he was going to hurt her. He spent more time than he needed to cleaning the blood from the corner of her mouth. She looked into his eyes with concern and it didn’t go unnoticed by Mikey. She was scared of something. She was holding something back. He just knew it, but he brushed the thought off and moved back to tending her wounds as Gerard walked back in.

“There’s no weird cars hanging around outside. It think whoever it was is long gone.” Gerard told them.

“That’s good. I’m glad they’re not here to worry her any more. She’s being difficult enough to deal with as it is.” Mikey said and Kitzie looked down with a feeling of shame for already making him angry again. Mikey picked up her left arm, inspecting it for wounds- nothing but bruises. The right arm was much the same with a small cut on the elbow. He lifted the shirt she was wearing and she gasped loudly. Mikey shot her a look, warning her not to be difficult and she stayed still. He examined her. Just bruises, no cuts. Then he moved down her body again. To her thighs. He checked the front of her legs and cleaned up her scraped knee. That’s when he saw larger bruises leading to the inside of her thighs. He attempted to push her knees apart a bit to see if there were any further cuts. Kitzie snapped her legs shut violently and yelled “No!” before he had a chance to see her thighs. It shocked him and he fell back a little.

“Kitzie what the fuck did I tell you?! I need to see how injured you are.”

She put her head down and breathed heavier. Mikey’s reaction scared her, but she still wouldn’t let him open her legs. No, there was no way he was going to do that. “No Mikey. You can’t! No!”

Mikey was just confused. He had no idea what her problem was. He looked over to Gerard who squinted at her curiously. He was just as confused as Mikey at her unpredictable reactions.

“I need to see these bruises Kitz. Stop being difficult.” He put his hands on her knees and began to push them apart.

She grabbed his wrists and tried to push them away. Shaking her head and crying, getting very worked up now. “N-n-no, M-Mikey please! Please don’t. Please.”

Mikey eyed her incredulously. There were no words for his confusion. He wasn’t asking her to strip for him, he just needed to see her thighs. What was her problem? She should have figured out he was in control by now. He almost stopped trying. Mikey looked in her eyes trying to figure out what her issues were. He saw that she had began to shake all over again, just as badly as she had been when she arrived. Her eyes were filled with tears and she was looking into his eyes and begging him, pleading with him. “Don’t Mikey. I don’t want to. Please.” Her hands were pushing gently at his chest, trying to move him away from her. He couldn’t figure out what had set her off. He looked down and saw how hard her legs shook.

Then it hit him.

Two men. Two men running out of her house after a ‘robbery’.

Only they weren’t carrying anything.

The realisation cut into him like a knife.

“Oh.” Mikey said looking into her panicked, tear filled eyes. Then he closed his eyes for a moment and bowed his head a little. “Gerard…” He began. “Hold her arms for me would you.” He said, so gently and calmly.

“N-no” She said looking over to Gerard and knowing what was coming. “No Mikey, Gerard please.”

Gerard sighed sympathetically as he took her arms and held them back so she couldn’t stop Mikey. She turned her head away and sobbed in complete misery as Mikey pushed her knees apart and looked between her legs. His face turned murderous as he looked at the dried blood smeared over the inside of her thighs. Yet as he suspected there were no cuts on the insides of her thighs, only bruising. It didn’t take a genius to know where the blood was coming from. And it didn’t take a genius to know what would cause such bleeding. Mikey leaned his elbow on the couch and put his face in his hand. “You motherfuckers.” He said under his breath.

Mikey looked back up at Kitzie’s face and cupped her cheek in his hand. “Who did it Kitten? Who was it?” He asked in the most calming sweet voice. Like he was talking to a five year old.

No response. She just continued to look away from him.

“What is it Mikey?” Gerard asked.

"They fucked her." He said coldly.

Notes

That was hard to write. :(
Dont know if it was any good.

Thank you to my commenters and subscribers. Please keep your comments coming.

Comments

Why do I always get caught up in the books updated years ago? I'm intrigued and it hasn't been updated since 2015...

Party_Ghoul Party_Ghoul
5/13/18

Awesomely written, please update soon! c:

Milky_Way Milky_Way
12/8/14

Man oh man, this is a good story
awful circumstances, but beautifully written

xDreamingAwakex xDreamingAwakex
12/3/14

I read this story on a different site a while back and fell in love with it. When I found it on here I fell in love with it all over again. Please continue. It's a great story.

MCRmyForever MCRmyForever
11/26/14

Jesus Christ please continue this. This story is the shit. (In a hella good way) ;)

Sgt. Bubbles Sgt. Bubbles
11/25/14