Story Yet To Be Titled
I don’t know what made me do it. I guess I got mad at him. But, it might have been a little extreme to use his best friend. A bit too low even for me, but when I found him, he was so happy. I was at home trying to keep everything together and he was happy. It pissed me off.
I was having a bit of a time though. It was going okay. I wanted to feel bad, though. I wanted Mickey to feel bad, too. So I used my hands, and I let them go where they wanted to. I didn’t think I would get caught. That made me feel even worse.
There was a rather loud curse from the door that caught my attention. I immediately stopped and looked up. There he stood still in that straight blue suit I always see him wear. He face looked furious and that moment, I knew it should have been.
Shakily, I reached a hand over to get my current bedmate’s attention and show him who stood watching us. Best friends since elementary school and I was about to ruin it with my selfishness.
Then it begun.
Mickey threw the keys from his hands and they hit the headboard fiercely, falling down on top of my head. Wincing, I picked them up and sat them down on the side table. “Mickey,” I started in a voice so soft I barely heard it myself.
“What the hell is going on here?” I don’t necessarily think he heard me. His shout rang throughout the entire house.
I tried to be a bit louder this time. Now I was just under a normal tone and voice. “I thought you were going to be gone longer. Why’re you back so soon?”
“Who the hell is this?” Thundering footsteps neared the bed as he came closer. His hand reached down the pull back the covers where my partner hid away.
I don’t blame him much. Though still being physically active much, he was much weaker than Mickey. I would hate to see what his strength would be like in this temper.
Before he could pull back the cover and reveal his best friend, I grabbed his wrist to prevent it. He looked at me wide-eyed, shocked and angered. “That’s not a good idea,” I said shivering from his look.
“Don’t you touch me you slut.” Mickey slapped my hand away and knocked me back. The sheets went flying and I jumped back over to hide the body of the lean and rather vulnerable Antwon. “Get the hell off of him!” My ear hurt from being so close to his mouth.
“I don’t want you to see.” I was sprawled awkwardly to hide myself and someone else at the same time.
“Who the hell is it?” Mickey’s hand was reaching again to move me out of the way. “Move your a** out of the way.” He snatched my arm and jerked me over. “Get off!”
“Damnit Mickey, stop it!” I finally found my volume switch and shouted back at him. “You don’t need to see!” Underneath of me, Antwon shivered and squirmed desperate not to be seen. “I don’t want you to be more upset.”
Obviously, this didn’t help.
Mickey picked me up and out of the way. Throwing me, I flew to the other side of the bed and onto the floor in a heap. My head hurt.
I could hear someone moving frantically across the bed and Mickey shouting again. A very inappropriate thwack came from above me and I forgot about my head.
Antwon was shoved against the headboard with a bleeding lip, Mickey’s hand tight and his neck. I couldn’t just sit and watch this from the floor.
Jumping back onto the bed, I grabbed the arm of the hand that was choking and tried to pry it away. He wasn’t much stronger than me and I knew his weakest points.
Reaching out for his back, I grabbed just underneath his right shoulder and let my hand slap against the spot. A terrifying cry came out from his after that and he staggered back to the wall holding his shoulder in agonizing pain. The second thing I had to mind.
First, I grabbed Antwon and wiped his mouth for him. Then after asking him if he was okay, grabbed his clothes, shoving then to him, and hurried him out of the room where it was safer. Mickey leaned on the opposite wall, panting and gasping for breath. The coat rack beside me held our robes and I grabbed my thin green one and threw it over my shoulders. By the time it was tied into place, Mickey was done.
Quickly, he hurried toward me with hasty steps. Scared for more than my own life, I stood against the door with my palms flat against it.
Mickey was in front of me and before I saw it go up, his hand was swinging down on me at full force. It landed hard beside my left eye and pushed me slightly to the side but not enough to move my position. He hit me again with just as much force as the last over and over and over again. Every time I let my head turn with it.
On about the sixth blow, I finally gave in and fell in a heap to the floor, crying. Now my head really hurt. Somewhat violently, and somewhat sympathetically, Mickey looked down at me. I couldn’t be so quiet for long and soon was giving out a good helping of sobs and whines. He scoffed and walked out of the bedroom.
My Random Storytelling
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