You're A Blur In My Dead Past, chapter 13
"You moved out? Why?"
I took a sip of my drink.
"My mom ran away with some guy to Mexico. This isn't the first time she's done it either. It's the 4th actually. She left me a wad of money and filled the house up with food and took off. She promised she would come back in a while to get me, but I know that's never going to happen. I just got fed up this time and bought my own place so I wouldn't have to deal with it. It's not that expensive, all I have to do is get a job."
She patted my hand. "Why didn't you just come and see me? You could have stayed with us, we've got a spare bed in the basement."
"I don't want to be a burden Gwen. I know I'm welcome here any time." I smiled half-heartily.
She smiled back and went to stir something that was cooking on the stove.
"Where's Mike?" I asked, looking around.
"He should be upstairs getting ready. You can go and see what he's doing"
I stood up and made my way up the stairs. I knocked about 8 times on his door, just to be sure.
"Come in"
I waited a few minutes and twisted the door handle.
He looked up at me. "Why'd you knock so many times?"
"Just to be sure" I winked.
"Har har Mags." He stuck his tongue out at me.
"How come you're up here hiding?"
"I didn't hear you come in, so I stayed up here"
"Oh"
"OH!" he shot up out of his chair and picked something up from his drawer "I forgot to give you your present"
"Aw, Mikey, you didn't have to"
"I damn well did, I wouldn't have heard the end of it if I hadn't"
I giggled and stared at the gift he had handed me. It was loaded with tape and wrapped in blue paper. I attempted to open it many times before he got fed up and handed me the scissors.
I opened the box and pulled out a necklace with a pick hanging from it, a charm bracelet with little guitars, basses, picks and drumsticks as charms and a T-shirt. I unfolded the T-shirt and smiled.
"Green Day!"
"Yeah, I had it custom made at some store downtown. First official band tee!"
I kissed him sweetly and slipped the tee on over my other shirt and smiled proudly. "Woo"
"Thanks Mikey"
"Anything for you babe"
"KIDS! Dinner's ready"
"So, what 'cha wanna do now?" Mike asked, leaning off his bed.
"Dunno, what do you want to do?"
"Not sure"
"Well, I've still got some stuff to move from my mom's house to my place. I could use some help"
"Eh, why not?" He stood up and shook the dizziness from himself.
I pulled some plastic bags out from the cupboard and filled them with food. Hey, it was going to go bad if I just left it there, and besides, its not like my mom's gonna be home anytime soon. I also pulled down a few posters and pictures off my wall in my room and stuffed them into the bags as well. I met Mike in the living room and he was clutching a bottle of Gin.
He smiled at me "Lookie what I found"
I rolled my eyes "Bring it"
"Boo Yah!"
I lugged the bags up three flights of stairs until my floor and dragged them down the hall way. I placed the key in the lock and pushed the door open. I threw the bags onto the counter and sighed.
"Damn heavy bags"
Mike came stumbling in while I was unpacking the food, sipping from the bottle of Gin.
"You started without me? Shows how nice you are"
He smiled and hiccuped. I laughed and pulled some plastic cups out and tossed them to him. He poured us each a glass and we moved to the couch in the living room.
A few glasses later, Mike wasn't exactly himself. He had fallen when he tried to get up and found it amazingly funny. I must tolerate my alcohol a lot better than he did because I only felt a slight buzz. I must have gotten it from my lousy dad. The damn drunk moved away when I was 7 to live with his whore.
Mike sat down on the couch next to me and looked into my eyes.
"You know [i] hiccup [i] what Megan? I love you sooo much" he exaggerated, flailing his arms and spilling his cup.
I laughed and took another swig of my drink. "I love you too Michael"
He leaned in and placed a slobbery kiss on my mouth. He tasted so much like alcohol but I didn't fight him. His hands started wandering my body as he pushed me further and further into the couch. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he started to unbutton his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He pulled on the hem of my shirt and pulled it off as well. I pulled away.
"Mike"
"Shhhz, it'z ok, [i] hiccup [i]"
He wrapped his mouth around mine again and slipped his tongue into mine. He then moved his mouth down my neck and I couldn't help but moan slightly. Damn my weak spot! I ran my fingers through his hair and looked down at the floor as his belt buckle hit the wood. His pants were soon to follow.
"Mike, wait"
"Noo, I'mz ok."
I felt his tongue slide into my mouth again and his hands pull at the waist of my jeans.
"Mike! Stop it!"
"You gotzta stop fighting me Magzzz" he whispered. He pinned down my wrists with his right and unzipped and pulled off my pants with his left. He threw them to the ground and I felt the tears swell to my eyes and I started to cry.
"Please Mike, stop." I whimpered.
He had just about finished pulling off his boxers when I laid my feet on his stomach and pushed him off of me with great force. He landed with a thud against the wall and laughed. I got myself dressed in record time and dragged him to the door and threw him into the hallway and piled his clothes next to him. I covered him with a blanket and slammed the door. I laid down on my makeshift bed and curled up. I cried myself to sleep.
I barely got any sleep that night due to my tossing and turning. I finally gave up on the notion and went to make myself some food.
I heard a knock at the door. "Mags. Are you in there?" I heard Mike ask, groaning. "Why am I out here?"
I wouldn't reply to him. I never wanted to talk to him again.
"MEGAN!" the knock became more violent. I curled up on the couch and waited for him to leave. I peered out the door about two hours later and all that remained was the blanket. I picked it up and I could just smell the Gin on it.
I changed out of my old clothes and tried to make myself look presentable, I had to go find myself a job before the rent was due again. I walked down the flight of stairs, still not completely over the night before and stepped out into the sunlight. I turned the corner of the building and started to walk downtown when I saw Mike sitting on the curb, his head in his hands and some vomit on the grass behind him.
'Ew' I thought to myself.
He turned around as soon as he heard the door shut behind me and stood up quickly. He stumbled for a second but followed me.
"Mags! Wait!" I didn't stop, I started walking faster, trying to get away from him.
"I don't want to talk to you Mike, I don't want to see you around here again".
"Why? What did I do? Why was I in the hallway when I woke up this morning?"
I stopped and spun on my heels. "You want to know why I kicked you out? BECAUSE YOU TRIED TO RAPE ME YOU BASTARD" I yelled at him and turned, running down the street.
He simply stood there and stared into oblivion.
I sat on a bench when I finally reached downtown and wiped away the tears that had falled.
"Mags? What's wrong?"
I looked up and saw Bianca standing in front of me, with Tre.
I sniffed. "Nothing"
Bianca turned to Tre "Can you give us a second?"
He nodded and walked away.
"What happened Mags? Why are you crying?"
I hugged her. "Mike.. He-he tried to rape me" I cried harder.
She gripped my shoulders and pulled me back. "He did WHAT? That son of a bitch should die" She hugged me again. "It's ok, Mags, you don't have to see him ever again."
"He-he was d-drunk!" I wailed. She patted my back consoled me.
Tre showed up 15 minutes later, sipping a coffee.
"Everything cool? Pardon the expression" he laughed.
I smiled weakly and nodded. "I should go, I've gotta get a job. Ill see you guys later."
"Yeah." Tre began. "I guess I'll see you at Mike's!"
Bianca his hit shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?"
I walked away, leaving the Tre whining at the bench.
"Mike got drunk and tried to rape her, Tre" she whispered.
Rage exploded in his eyes. "I'll kill him"
I took a sip of my drink.
"My mom ran away with some guy to Mexico. This isn't the first time she's done it either. It's the 4th actually. She left me a wad of money and filled the house up with food and took off. She promised she would come back in a while to get me, but I know that's never going to happen. I just got fed up this time and bought my own place so I wouldn't have to deal with it. It's not that expensive, all I have to do is get a job."
She patted my hand. "Why didn't you just come and see me? You could have stayed with us, we've got a spare bed in the basement."
"I don't want to be a burden Gwen. I know I'm welcome here any time." I smiled half-heartily.
She smiled back and went to stir something that was cooking on the stove.
"Where's Mike?" I asked, looking around.
"He should be upstairs getting ready. You can go and see what he's doing"
I stood up and made my way up the stairs. I knocked about 8 times on his door, just to be sure.
"Come in"
I waited a few minutes and twisted the door handle.
He looked up at me. "Why'd you knock so many times?"
"Just to be sure" I winked.
"Har har Mags." He stuck his tongue out at me.
"How come you're up here hiding?"
"I didn't hear you come in, so I stayed up here"
"Oh"
"OH!" he shot up out of his chair and picked something up from his drawer "I forgot to give you your present"
"Aw, Mikey, you didn't have to"
"I damn well did, I wouldn't have heard the end of it if I hadn't"
I giggled and stared at the gift he had handed me. It was loaded with tape and wrapped in blue paper. I attempted to open it many times before he got fed up and handed me the scissors.
I opened the box and pulled out a necklace with a pick hanging from it, a charm bracelet with little guitars, basses, picks and drumsticks as charms and a T-shirt. I unfolded the T-shirt and smiled.
"Green Day!"
"Yeah, I had it custom made at some store downtown. First official band tee!"
I kissed him sweetly and slipped the tee on over my other shirt and smiled proudly. "Woo"
"Thanks Mikey"
"Anything for you babe"
"KIDS! Dinner's ready"
"So, what 'cha wanna do now?" Mike asked, leaning off his bed.
"Dunno, what do you want to do?"
"Not sure"
"Well, I've still got some stuff to move from my mom's house to my place. I could use some help"
"Eh, why not?" He stood up and shook the dizziness from himself.
I pulled some plastic bags out from the cupboard and filled them with food. Hey, it was going to go bad if I just left it there, and besides, its not like my mom's gonna be home anytime soon. I also pulled down a few posters and pictures off my wall in my room and stuffed them into the bags as well. I met Mike in the living room and he was clutching a bottle of Gin.
He smiled at me "Lookie what I found"
I rolled my eyes "Bring it"
"Boo Yah!"
I lugged the bags up three flights of stairs until my floor and dragged them down the hall way. I placed the key in the lock and pushed the door open. I threw the bags onto the counter and sighed.
"Damn heavy bags"
Mike came stumbling in while I was unpacking the food, sipping from the bottle of Gin.
"You started without me? Shows how nice you are"
He smiled and hiccuped. I laughed and pulled some plastic cups out and tossed them to him. He poured us each a glass and we moved to the couch in the living room.
A few glasses later, Mike wasn't exactly himself. He had fallen when he tried to get up and found it amazingly funny. I must tolerate my alcohol a lot better than he did because I only felt a slight buzz. I must have gotten it from my lousy dad. The damn drunk moved away when I was 7 to live with his whore.
Mike sat down on the couch next to me and looked into my eyes.
"You know [i] hiccup [i] what Megan? I love you sooo much" he exaggerated, flailing his arms and spilling his cup.
I laughed and took another swig of my drink. "I love you too Michael"
He leaned in and placed a slobbery kiss on my mouth. He tasted so much like alcohol but I didn't fight him. His hands started wandering my body as he pushed me further and further into the couch. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he started to unbutton his shirt and tossed it to the floor. He pulled on the hem of my shirt and pulled it off as well. I pulled away.
"Mike"
"Shhhz, it'z ok, [i] hiccup [i]"
He wrapped his mouth around mine again and slipped his tongue into mine. He then moved his mouth down my neck and I couldn't help but moan slightly. Damn my weak spot! I ran my fingers through his hair and looked down at the floor as his belt buckle hit the wood. His pants were soon to follow.
"Mike, wait"
"Noo, I'mz ok."
I felt his tongue slide into my mouth again and his hands pull at the waist of my jeans.
"Mike! Stop it!"
"You gotzta stop fighting me Magzzz" he whispered. He pinned down my wrists with his right and unzipped and pulled off my pants with his left. He threw them to the ground and I felt the tears swell to my eyes and I started to cry.
"Please Mike, stop." I whimpered.
He had just about finished pulling off his boxers when I laid my feet on his stomach and pushed him off of me with great force. He landed with a thud against the wall and laughed. I got myself dressed in record time and dragged him to the door and threw him into the hallway and piled his clothes next to him. I covered him with a blanket and slammed the door. I laid down on my makeshift bed and curled up. I cried myself to sleep.
I barely got any sleep that night due to my tossing and turning. I finally gave up on the notion and went to make myself some food.
I heard a knock at the door. "Mags. Are you in there?" I heard Mike ask, groaning. "Why am I out here?"
I wouldn't reply to him. I never wanted to talk to him again.
"MEGAN!" the knock became more violent. I curled up on the couch and waited for him to leave. I peered out the door about two hours later and all that remained was the blanket. I picked it up and I could just smell the Gin on it.
I changed out of my old clothes and tried to make myself look presentable, I had to go find myself a job before the rent was due again. I walked down the flight of stairs, still not completely over the night before and stepped out into the sunlight. I turned the corner of the building and started to walk downtown when I saw Mike sitting on the curb, his head in his hands and some vomit on the grass behind him.
'Ew' I thought to myself.
He turned around as soon as he heard the door shut behind me and stood up quickly. He stumbled for a second but followed me.
"Mags! Wait!" I didn't stop, I started walking faster, trying to get away from him.
"I don't want to talk to you Mike, I don't want to see you around here again".
"Why? What did I do? Why was I in the hallway when I woke up this morning?"
I stopped and spun on my heels. "You want to know why I kicked you out? BECAUSE YOU TRIED TO RAPE ME YOU BASTARD" I yelled at him and turned, running down the street.
He simply stood there and stared into oblivion.
I sat on a bench when I finally reached downtown and wiped away the tears that had falled.
"Mags? What's wrong?"
I looked up and saw Bianca standing in front of me, with Tre.
I sniffed. "Nothing"
Bianca turned to Tre "Can you give us a second?"
He nodded and walked away.
"What happened Mags? Why are you crying?"
I hugged her. "Mike.. He-he tried to rape me" I cried harder.
She gripped my shoulders and pulled me back. "He did WHAT? That son of a bitch should die" She hugged me again. "It's ok, Mags, you don't have to see him ever again."
"He-he was d-drunk!" I wailed. She patted my back consoled me.
Tre showed up 15 minutes later, sipping a coffee.
"Everything cool? Pardon the expression" he laughed.
I smiled weakly and nodded. "I should go, I've gotta get a job. Ill see you guys later."
"Yeah." Tre began. "I guess I'll see you at Mike's!"
Bianca his hit shoulder. "Ow! What was that for?"
I walked away, leaving the Tre whining at the bench.
"Mike got drunk and tried to rape her, Tre" she whispered.
Rage exploded in his eyes. "I'll kill him"
