Hey beautifuls, first before we start I would like to give a shout out to @5soslover654321234567890 for commenting non stop (y'all could never get annoying) and also @V.clifford for commenting almost every time I update this story. All Y'all's comments make my day, just so you know <3 I know a lot of y'all also comment and I'd like to let you know I appreciate them SO MUCH xoxo, now before I cry- here's the chapter y'all have been longing for :)
Warning: FEEEEEEELS!- also cussing and violence- oops?
The only feeling I felt now was-was... something I've never felt before.
I grabbed my phone with enough force, my screen slightly cracked, but I didn't care.
I stormed straight out of my apartment and remembered I could teleport.
I was standing, now, face to face with the portal, and didn't once, hesitate before storming into the bright light.
H-he hit me.
I felt the urge to call the police- Ashton- any one, but I couldn't.
I was shocked. Troy's never hit me before.
'He had a reason.' I said to myself. He did, though.
He had NO right, NO reason- NO knowledge of my upcoming presence.
I knew exactly where Y/n's apartment was, but I'll wait till morning... If I can.
I could barely breathe. The air from my lungs, gone.
I stumbled over to the couch, right before I collapsed, and curled into a ball, tears slowly leaving my eyes.
I deserved it. He hit me, because I shouldn't have talked back.
I let my feelings take over, and fell into a dreamless sleep.
I've been wandering the streets all night, waiting until Tony or whatever wakes up, just in time for my attacks.
I have been trying to plot, over and over, about what I'll say- fuck that- what I'll DO to the bastard.
The sun started to rise and I started walking up the apartment stairs.
I felt my eyes swell. They've been black all night, it was starting to get painful.
Nevertheless, I continued up the staircase and when I got to her apartment I smelt fresh coffee.
Y/n hates the taste of coffee... That means the 'thing's awake.
I could smell him. I could hear his heart, calmly beating.
He was calm. After what he did to her last night, he was fucking calm? Not for long.
I kicked the door open with my right boot and charged inward.
"W-who are you? What's wrong with you eyes?" He whimpered as I entered the kitchen.
I smirked. "I'm Michael."
His face paled and I continued walking forward. "What are you doing here? You can't be here!" He whispered loudly.
"Looks like I'm already here. Now I speak." I smiled wickedly, knowing my eyes alone were terrifying him.
He just nodded and gripped his coffee mug tighter.
"Never mind...talking will only get me more angry. We don't want that, do we?" I asked, he shook his head quickly. "Where's Y/n?"
He pointed behind him to the couch where a beautiful girl laid with tear stained cheeks and red puffy eyes.
My anger boiled "Why are her eyes swollen?" I looked at him, I swear if he lied-
"Her mom said something to her the other day and she was pretty bent out of shape over it. You know her, always over reacting." He chuckled nervously and sipped his hot coffee and set it down on the counter beside him.
I reached over to the full hot coffee pot and splashed it onto his figure.
"WHAT THE HELL MAN?!" He cried out, skin already reddening.
I looked at him and he flew across the room and into a wall.
He started stuttering his words and Y/n shifted on the couch.
"Shut up" I hissed, making him hit another wall as he let out a grown, hitting the floor.
"Fight me like a man, asshole." He mumbled.
I laughed "Excuse me? You? A man?" I questioned, towering over his injured body.
He stood up "Yes, more than you." He laughed "You can't even fight me using your own han-"
I gripped his shoulders and threw him myself. Straight down the hallway, and into the front door.
He let out a painful gasp and I ignored the couch springs, shifting.
"You. Are no man." I hissed, stomping towards him again.
"H-how would you know? You haven't been here for her, I HAVE!" He yelled, trying to get back up.
Regret washed over me, as I remember the night I made her leave.
I sighed and let my guard down, just long enough for the Toby thing to take a swing at my jaw, missing completely.
"You can't even hit me? Come on, little boy. I know you can fucking hit. HIT ME! HIT ME LIKE YOU HIT HER! GO AHEAD!" I screamed, grabbing his collar. "I SAW YOU HIT HER! I KNOW YOU HAVE IT IN YOU! THEN COME ON, HIT ME!"
He glared and punched me in the stomach. I let out a chuckle.
"My father hit better than you do." I punched his face twice with my other fist, while one held him in place.
I saw the blurry look starting to form in his eyes, as I applied pressure to his neck, holding him down on the floor.
"M-Mikey?" A soft voice asked, making me stop my squeezing.
BOOM HAHA! HUGE CLIFFHAMGER! THAT'S ALL FOR THIS CHAPTER! WHOOP! tbh I almost cried, but eh.... So school is starting REALLY soon (kill me bc social anxiety BUT) this story is NOT over! Even though, updates will take a while! Comment your thoughts/feelings about Mikey getting his revenge? Thankyou for reading so far<3 Love y'all