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

“Guys, you can go now. I’ve got this.” Mikey said, dismissing Ray and Bob.

My stomach fluttered and my heart began hammering in my chest again. I hoped the fear wouldn’t show on my face, but as soon as Ray and Bob left, Mikey turned to me slowly.

“You’re scared.” He stated with an evil smirk on his face.

I just looked away. I could feel my nerves creep up as my hands began to involuntarily shake.

Mikey just chuckled in response. His eyes traveled down from my face to my arms slowly. He dropped to his knees so that he was at eye level with me. He grabbed onto my arm lightly.

“Did I do this?” He asked, referring to the bruise on my arm.

I didn’t say anything back, and tried to avoid his gaze.

He pushed down on the large purple spot on my arm slightly, making me wince.

“I asked, did I do this?” He asked again, louder this time, still applying pressure.

I nodded quickly, looking at him.

“Now, if you don’t behave, there’ll be more from where that came.” He warned. “Do you understand?” He asked, looking into my eyes.

I looked away and nodded.

“Look at me.” He demanded.

I wanted to see far I could push him before he’d do something. Sure, I was terrified but I used to getting hurt. So, I didn’t look.

It took a moment for him to react, but once he did, I felt a strong, cold hand take a firm grasp of my jaw. He jerked my heard to the side, so that I had to face him.

“Testing the waters, I see.” He said, narrowing his eyes. “I see how it’s going to be.” He snarled, swiftly un-tying the rope that tied my wrists and ankles to the chair. He pulled me up by my hands and held me close to him. It was all happening too fast for me to react, but he grabbed my wrists and tied them behind my back. By keeping my feet in between his, I was unable to move.

He pushed me down, and I landed on the cold floor with a thud. I looked up to see Mikey standing above me.

“Not so confident now, are you?” He laughed.

I tried to move away but I was stopped by a sudden kick to the stomach. I couldn’t feel anything but the searing pain in my stomach. I curled up in a ball and tried to catch my breath, but the kicks kept coming. It hurt like hell but I didn’t dare make a sound.

Two kicks, three kicks, four kicks, five… nine… thirteen? I waited for what seemed like hours until the kicking stopped. I wasn’t unconscious, but I was pretty close. Mikey could tell I wasn’t unconscious, and I wasn’t quite sure as to what he’d do next.

I felt his presence as he laid next to me on the floor. I wasn’t expecting for him to brush some hair out of my face and place his thumb on my cheek, wiping away what was either blood or tears. I tried to hide my face and shield myself from him, because let’s face it, I was terrified.

“Stop moving.” Mikey sighed.

I stopped moving as soon as the words left his mouth, I moved my arms so that they were clutching my stomach.

Mikey looked at me, as if he were trying to assess the damage. His eyes scanning my face, to my arms, then back to my eyes.

“I’m sorry.” He said, sounding sincere before continuing. “I didn’t want it to come to this and, well…” He hesitated “Now you know what’ll happen if you don’t listen.”

I could feel more bruises forming on my arms and my legs and I wasn’t sure I was bleeding or not. I was still shaking, but not as much as I was before.

“I’ll tell you what.” He said softly. “I’ll bring you upstairs and we’ll get you cleaned up.” He paused, playing with my hair. “If you don’t escape… We can keep you in a bedroom, so you can sleep well…”

I nodded slightly, too weak to say anything. Mikey kneeled beside me and picked me up delicately. As he cradled me in his arms, I couldn’t help but to wince. He took that as an indication to get upstairs faster.

Mikey sat me down at a kitchen chair. I looked around and realised that I was in fact, inside Mikey and Gerard’s house. It was still daytime, I’d assume about 3 p.m. Gerard was sitting in the living room, and turned when he heard Mikey and I come upstairs.

“What the fuck did you do to her?!” Gerard yelled.

Notes

I wanted Mikey to have a switchblade attitude, have I accomplished it yet? He's a really fun character to write about. I felt this chapter to be kind of lacking, but that was only because I had writers block.

Oh, and the story's gonna be in Emilia's P.o.v unless I say otherwise.

Thanks for reading :)