Counting Stars

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I don't know wether to go to zach, ask him what the hell all this is about, totally forgetting his confession.

Or rather to go ask Mikey, hoping to get some asnwers, totally forgetting his depression.

Or to just leave it, it's none of my buisness, so I shouldn't be snooping around my friend and my boyfriends past.

Ok, so there's 1, 2 and 3 right there.

Well, we all know 3 isn't Going to happen, I wanted more than anything to know more about zachs past, and now I have the option.

And it has a bonus, Mikey's past to.

So of course I can't go with 3, as wrong as it is to snoop around, I'm already to far in now.

Greg and my uncle are still fighting in the office, but things were getting Intense so I had to leave, probably missing something improtand.

So that leads me here, at Mikey's door.

I inhale deeply, knocking three times.

"Go away" Mikey's miserable sounding voice rings, god he does sound terrible.

"Mikey open this damn door!" I shout, not bothering to have any sympathy or common sense right now.

I need to know What the hell is going on, and Mikey's the only one who will give my asnwers.

It's silent for a moment, until I hear a lock click and the door opens to revile a tired looking mikey.

"God you look terrible" I blurt, looking at his apperence.

Mikey currently has on baggy black sweat pants, a simple gray v neck, and his usual spiked up blonde hair hangs over his eyes, which have purple bags under them.

Mikey rolls his eyes and let's out a huff "geez, you sure know how to brighten the spirit don't you" he mutters, stepping out of the way, allowing me to enter the room.

I close the door after me, taking in the spotless room.

"How the hell is your room so clean?" I wonder aloud, seeming his appernce is so bad, but his room isnt.

Mikey sits cross legged on his bed and sighs, turning to face me, face half amused.

"Just because I look like shit, doesent mean my room has to" he chuckles lamely, sighing after words.

I shrug, taking a seat next to him on the bed.

"Mikey can I ask you a question" I state.

"Shoot" he sighs, sounding half bored.

"Were you abused?" I ask, not even thinking of the out come.

If What I heard in the office is correct, then that just leads to a bunch of other questions.

Mikey's whole figure stiffens and he looks at me half horrified half desperate for me to drop it.

"W-what" he sputters, his voice half cracking, his pitch higher than normal.

I almost feel bad for asking him this, but when I need answers, I won't hesitate to find a way to get them.

"You heard me, were you abused" I say a little slower this time, looking Mikey straight in the eyes.

Mikey stays silent, staring worryingly at the bed, picking nervously at his nials.

I feel my gaze soften, it's obvious he was, iv literally never seen Mikey this... off guard.

"Mikey" I say a little softer this time, placing my hand on his shoudler.

Mikey flinches away from my touch, glancing warily at me.

I am taken aback, iv been here for nearly 2 monthes and Mikey has never flinched before.

We both stay silent for a moment.

"For 11 years" he finally states, his voice coming out weakly.

My eyes widen, and I turn to face him.

"That was before I ran away and joined the gang" he states quietly "and then I came here"

This is all new to me, I had no idea Mikey was abused? I mean I knew he was in the gang and did some bad things, I knew his partners were knock overs, but abuse?

"W-why didn't you ever tell me this?" I ask shakily.

"Because, I didn't think it mattred" he shrugs.

"Of course it does" I almost snap.

Mikey looks down at his hands, shrugging nonchalantly.

We both stay silent for a few mintutes.

Should I continue to ask him these questions, I seriously don't want to upset Mikey anymore than I already have.

But it will all work out in this long run... I desprestly need those answers.

"Can I ask you something else?" I blurt.

Mikey looks up, looking slightly hesitant.

"Why not" he sighs after a few moments "mightiest well be sooner then later"

I smile smally.

"Who in the living fucks is Greg peters" I say, not sugar coting there.

Mikey stares at me blankly, looking as if I had just punched him in the face.

"Why" he asks coldly.

"Because he was talking to my uncle in the office" I state simply, he wants to know why, I'm not going to lie.

Mikey's eyes grow wide and within 5 minutes he is breathing really heavily and mumbling things.

"Mikey" I say franticlly, trying to get his attention.

Mikey continues to panic and I start to realize what's going on.

"Mikey, look at me" I plead, but Mikey continues to panic.

"T-the cuboard" he manages, and I rush to the cupboard pulling out a bottle of pills.

* * *

"You have anxiety?"

He numbly nods, looking shamefully at the ground.

"Also PTSD" he mumbles.

"Oh" I say, feeling slightly bad now.

"I'm sorry I asked you that" I state, looking guiltily at my friend, who is now leaning his back on the wall.

"It's fine" he states softly, looking over at me.

"But what exactly d-did you hear" he asks, looking slightly panicked again.

"Well" I start, "that Greg guy was talking to my uncle about wanting to see you and zach, which I have no idea what zach has to do with this, but anyway he kept saying that he will see you and it was importand and something about this Harvey guy" I state, signing at how shut out I am.

Mikey's eyes widen "h-harvey" he squaks.

I slowly nod, not getting it.

Mikey's whole body beginnings to tremble and he desprestly tries to control his breathing.

"Are you okay?" I ask, not wanting to cause another axienty attack.

"Harvey's my dad" he whispers, before collapsing into my arms in tears.