Just a Shadow In The Night (Mikey Way/OC)

“What the fuck did you do to her?!” Gerard yelled, getting up from his spot on the couch.

“I-I…” Mikey stuttered.

“YOU-YOU WHAT!? YOU BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF HER, THAT’S WHAT!!” Gerard screamed, gesturing to me. I jumped at the sudden screaming and then tried to cover it up by pretending to fix my hair.

“I HAD TO!!” Mikey screamed back, tears brimming his eyes. I couldn’t stand to see people cry, so I looked down at my lap.

“Why, Mikey? Why did you have to?” Gerard asked softly, confusion lacing his voice.

“She-she didn’t listen. I warned her… I really did…” He whispered.

Gerard looked at me and sighed. He gestured for me to stand up, and I looked at Mikey for permission. He nodded, and went to go watch T.V. Gerard gestured for me to follow him, but then he realized I was hurt, so he helped me limp over to the bathroom. He helped me sit on the edge of the bathtub and smiled sadly.

“I’ll get you some of my clothes to change into and you can have a shower. I’ll do the laundry soon and I’ll clean you up afterwards. Sound good?” He asked. I attempted to smile back, but it didn’t look like much, so I nodded.

He came back a minute later with an old tee shirt and some boxers. I thanked him and he left me alone. I stood up slowly and locked the door. The bathroom was a mixture of beige and white. It was quite spacious, but not too big. The bathtub was medium sized, old fashioned and sturdy. I limped a short distance towards the sink. I held onto it for support as I looked up. My face was more pale than usual, but my lip was bloody and so was my forehead. Tears started welling up in my eyes as I looked away. I took off my slightly blood stained tee shirt to reveal three hand-sized, deep purple bruises. One on each side of my ribcage and one slightly off center of my stomach. Accompanying them, were scrapes and cuts of various sizes, littering my ribs and back. I turned around, and from what I could see in the oval shaped mirror, there were many little bruises tracing my spine. I sighed and took off the rest of my clothes, biting the un-damaged half of my lip in the process, so I wouldn’t make too many sounds. When I took off my pants, I realised my legs were practically covered in bruises, with a couple of cuts. The bruises were anywhere from deep purple, to yellow, to green, and the cuts were fairly deep and still bleeding.

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I managed to take a shower without seriously hurting myself even more. I got my hair clean, so I felt a little bit better. Drying myself off gently, I slipped on Gerard’s clothing choice and grabbed my old clothes in the process.

I limped back over to the door, unlocked it, and opened it. My clothes were cradled in one arm as I stepped out. My legs and arms were exposed, and the two sets of eyes were on me.

“Let me take that.” Gerard said, walking over and grabbing my clothes.

“Thanks” I replied. He left me to stand in the doorway, facing Mikey.

“Come, sit.” He insisted shyly. I was still on edge about him. After all, he literally just beat me up. I made my way over and sat down opposite home at the kitchen island.

“Would you like a coffee? Maybe something to eat?” He asked, acting completely different than he was an hour ago. I wasn’t very hungry because I still felt nauseous, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say I wanted a cup of coffee.

“I’ll take a coffee, please.” I practically whispered. I lifted my head to see him smile sadly at me before getting up to make me a cup. I played with my fingered until a boney hand placed a solid black coffee cup in front of me. I smiled at him as a thank you, but it ended up hurting me, I tried not to let him know.

Gerard came back in and sat down in between us. He looked at Mikey, and then to me. He picked up his Marvel coffee cup and resumed his drinking. I took a sip of mine as well. It was made how I like it, Mikey remembered how I drink my coffee.

I drank my coffee as Mikey and Gerard discussed random topics, mostly of music and concerts. I threw random facts in and I learnt a lot about Iron Maiden. When everybody finished their drinks, Gerard leaned back in his chair and looked at me.

“We’re gonna have to get you cleaned up before you get infected.” He informed me. I nodded and he led me back to the bathroom. I sat down on the toilet lid and he got the first aid kit out. He closed the door before getting started; I’m guessing he wanted to talk to me without Mikey overhearing.

“So…” He said awkwardly, fumbling with the disinfecting cream. “You’ve discovered Mikey’s switchblade attitude.”

“Yep.”

“Why didn’t you listen? Y’know, when he warned you?” He asked in a whisper, applying the cold paste to my cuts on my legs.

“I wanted to see how far I could push him before he snapped…” I mumbled.

“The answer is: not far.” He sighed, applying Band-Aids to the throbbing cuts. “Y’know you have to sleep in Mikey’s room tonight.”

I stared back, fear clearly crossing my features.

Gerard noticed the look on my face and sighed. “I can convince him to let you sleep on the floor?”

“Yes please.” I said smiling widely.

Gerard finished applying the disinfecting cream and Band Aids in about ten minutes. He threw out the Band Aid wrappers, and then he got up and went to see Mikey.

Notes

I'M sorry for the delay, but I've been busy with school. I'll try to update again in the next week. The writing production is getting slower. Anyway, thanks for reading. :)