Gives You Hell
The Beautiful People
Brendon’s P.O.V.
“M… Mikey?”
Surely the kid that was sitting next to me right now wasn’t the Mikey Way I recently dumped. He looked like him, that was true, but he just looked so… different. He ditched his glasses, got a bunch of piercings, and even had a freakin’ tattoo on his wrist. There were cuts on his face, cuts that I believed were self-inflicted.
What happened to him?
“Mikey,” I asked, “Is that you?”
Mikey nodded. Pete waved at him from across the room, to which he responded with a glare. Deep down, I got a horrible feeling, but decided it would be best to not bring it up.
“Why did you- what- I mean, Mikey, you-”
“I wanted a change,” Mikey simply said. “I… I needed a change.”
“Mikey, can we go talk in private?” I asked, “After class?”
Mikey shrugged, “Yeah, sure.”
Mikey followed me out to the most secluded area of the school, where I sat on one of the benches. Mikey sat down beside me, keeping his head down.
“What did he do to you?” I asked, taking his hand.
I heard a tiny gasp escape Mikey. He refused to answer the first time, so I gently pulled him into my arms. “Mikey, what did Pete do?”
“Brendon…”
“Mikey, I saw that status. I saw that picture,” I said, “Please… just be honest. Mikey, when Pete had sex with you… was that consensual?”
There was a long pause before Mikey shook his head. I held Mikey tightly as he began to cry. “I should’ve just taken you home myself, Mikey… I should’ve protected you.” I stood, gently leading Mikey out of the school.
Mikey fell asleep on my bed, exhausted from crying over what had been done to him. I gently tugged off some of the bulkier articles of clothing that he wore in order to ensure that he’d be comfortable- his shoes, the chains, whatever was most likely keeping him from sleeping soundly. I then proceeded to check his wrists for any signs of self-harm. Fortunately, his wrists were fine… but I felt like that wasn’t the end to it. I then checked his lower legs and, sure enough, there were new cuts. It didn’t look like a razor or a knife did it, but it still hurt to see such a sight.
I sighed and wrapped the blankets around Mikey’s sleeping form before picking up my phone. I punched in Justin’s number and waited for him to pick up.
“Brendon? What’s up?”
“Look, I had to get Mikey out of school,” I said, “As soon as you can, come over to my place. We really need to talk about this.”
“I don’t have an eighth period,” Justin said, “I’ll say that I’m sick or something and come down then.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
Justin hung up, which prompted me to set my phone down and turn my attention back to Mikey. I ran my hand through his short black locks, smiling when a sigh of content escaped him. He shifted closer to me, searching for comfort. I sighed, draping my arm over Mikey. “You’ll be okay, Mikey. You’re not alone in this.”
I really wanted to kiss him… but I didn’t. I needed me to be a friend, not someone to make out with. I began to sing Bullet with Butterfly Wings as I rubbed soothing circles onto his back, letting him cling to my shirt like a child.
Justin sat down on my bed, glancing down at Mikey. “I… I have a feeling that I know what you’re about to tell me,” Justin said, taking Mikey’s hand.
“You probably do,” I replied, “But… I feel like you need to know about this. On the day of the concert, Mikey had been drugged. I don’t know what Pete gave him, but I was going to take him home. Pete insisted on doing it himself, and I was going to argue, but Andy assured me that nothing would happen.” I pulled out my phone and found the picture of Mikey that Pete had taken, showing it to Justin. “A few hours later, this was sent to me.”
Justin gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. “Oh my god… I told him to stay away from Pete-”
“That wouldn’t have been possible. Pete wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.” I sighed and put my phone away. “Mikey told me that it wasn’t consensual, and from what I can tell on that picture, I’d say that’s true.” I ran my hand through Mikey’s hair. “You know exactly what he’s going through, and he’s still having a hard time trusting me. Please, just help him. I want him to be the Mikey Way I fell in love with again. I know that’s not going to happen, but do whatever you have to do to make him smile.”
Justin nodded. “Brendon, you didn’t have to ask me to do that. Mikey’s my best friend… I would’ve done that even without your request. It’s sweet that you care, though.” Justin gave me a small smile. “I think the way to go is to just spend some time together- no stress, just something pointless, like a horror movie marathon or cat videos. Make him forget, y’know?” Justin squeezed Mikey’s hand, the look of concern he had returning to his features.
“Justin,” I asked, “Is Pete still at school?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Let’s just say that I made him a promise that I intend on keeping.”
“M… Mikey?”
Surely the kid that was sitting next to me right now wasn’t the Mikey Way I recently dumped. He looked like him, that was true, but he just looked so… different. He ditched his glasses, got a bunch of piercings, and even had a freakin’ tattoo on his wrist. There were cuts on his face, cuts that I believed were self-inflicted.
What happened to him?
“Mikey,” I asked, “Is that you?”
Mikey nodded. Pete waved at him from across the room, to which he responded with a glare. Deep down, I got a horrible feeling, but decided it would be best to not bring it up.
“Why did you- what- I mean, Mikey, you-”
“I wanted a change,” Mikey simply said. “I… I needed a change.”
“Mikey, can we go talk in private?” I asked, “After class?”
Mikey shrugged, “Yeah, sure.”
Mikey followed me out to the most secluded area of the school, where I sat on one of the benches. Mikey sat down beside me, keeping his head down.
“What did he do to you?” I asked, taking his hand.
I heard a tiny gasp escape Mikey. He refused to answer the first time, so I gently pulled him into my arms. “Mikey, what did Pete do?”
“Brendon…”
“Mikey, I saw that status. I saw that picture,” I said, “Please… just be honest. Mikey, when Pete had sex with you… was that consensual?”
There was a long pause before Mikey shook his head. I held Mikey tightly as he began to cry. “I should’ve just taken you home myself, Mikey… I should’ve protected you.” I stood, gently leading Mikey out of the school.
Mikey fell asleep on my bed, exhausted from crying over what had been done to him. I gently tugged off some of the bulkier articles of clothing that he wore in order to ensure that he’d be comfortable- his shoes, the chains, whatever was most likely keeping him from sleeping soundly. I then proceeded to check his wrists for any signs of self-harm. Fortunately, his wrists were fine… but I felt like that wasn’t the end to it. I then checked his lower legs and, sure enough, there were new cuts. It didn’t look like a razor or a knife did it, but it still hurt to see such a sight.
I sighed and wrapped the blankets around Mikey’s sleeping form before picking up my phone. I punched in Justin’s number and waited for him to pick up.
“Brendon? What’s up?”
“Look, I had to get Mikey out of school,” I said, “As soon as you can, come over to my place. We really need to talk about this.”
“I don’t have an eighth period,” Justin said, “I’ll say that I’m sick or something and come down then.”
“Okay. I’ll see you then.”
Justin hung up, which prompted me to set my phone down and turn my attention back to Mikey. I ran my hand through his short black locks, smiling when a sigh of content escaped him. He shifted closer to me, searching for comfort. I sighed, draping my arm over Mikey. “You’ll be okay, Mikey. You’re not alone in this.”
I really wanted to kiss him… but I didn’t. I needed me to be a friend, not someone to make out with. I began to sing Bullet with Butterfly Wings as I rubbed soothing circles onto his back, letting him cling to my shirt like a child.
Justin sat down on my bed, glancing down at Mikey. “I… I have a feeling that I know what you’re about to tell me,” Justin said, taking Mikey’s hand.
“You probably do,” I replied, “But… I feel like you need to know about this. On the day of the concert, Mikey had been drugged. I don’t know what Pete gave him, but I was going to take him home. Pete insisted on doing it himself, and I was going to argue, but Andy assured me that nothing would happen.” I pulled out my phone and found the picture of Mikey that Pete had taken, showing it to Justin. “A few hours later, this was sent to me.”
Justin gasped, covering his mouth with his hand. “Oh my god… I told him to stay away from Pete-”
“That wouldn’t have been possible. Pete wouldn’t have taken no for an answer.” I sighed and put my phone away. “Mikey told me that it wasn’t consensual, and from what I can tell on that picture, I’d say that’s true.” I ran my hand through Mikey’s hair. “You know exactly what he’s going through, and he’s still having a hard time trusting me. Please, just help him. I want him to be the Mikey Way I fell in love with again. I know that’s not going to happen, but do whatever you have to do to make him smile.”
Justin nodded. “Brendon, you didn’t have to ask me to do that. Mikey’s my best friend… I would’ve done that even without your request. It’s sweet that you care, though.” Justin gave me a small smile. “I think the way to go is to just spend some time together- no stress, just something pointless, like a horror movie marathon or cat videos. Make him forget, y’know?” Justin squeezed Mikey’s hand, the look of concern he had returning to his features.
“Justin,” I asked, “Is Pete still at school?”
“Yes. Why?”
“Let’s just say that I made him a promise that I intend on keeping.”
Notes
It's a bit shorter than what I usually write. Sorry.
@trini47
Not to sound rude or anything, but we've been incredibly busy lately and fan fiction takes a backseat to the real world. I'm not sure when it will be updated, but it will (eventually) be updated.
6/20/14