only you. (m.w)

thirteen.

**tw: violence/abuse**
y/m sat on the edge of mike's bed and looked around,
trying to avoid his cold eyes.
"so...she was, like, your first love?"
y/n asked.
mike grew frustrated,
and ran his hands through his hair with a groan.
"no, y/n."
"just a really big crush?"
"yeah, sure. i guess you could say that."
"yeah, get mad at me because it's my fault, right?"
"w-what? i didn't blame anything on you!"
"might as well! please tell me why, mike, you open your door to be shirtless and all messed up?"
"i told you, y/n...i had just woke up, and she was there. why would i lie to you?"
y/n's trust had been shattered.
she wasn't sure what she could trust anything out of mike's mouth anymore.
what about their future?
what about jane?
or eleven?
whatever she went by.
did they kiss?
did they love each other still?
did they make life long promises to one another too?
mike read her worried expression,
and let out a soft sight.
"y/n, look. i told you i loved you and it wasn't a lie. you've been the only one on my mind since the day we met. and yeah, things are pretty fucked right now, but my love for you will never change. you are the one thing in this life that keeps me going. i'll love you until the end of time."
y/n let a small smile dance across her lips,
"i love you, too. b-but...if you like jane, i don't want to come in between that."
mike shook his head,
"she's just a girl, y/ n. nothing more, nothing less."
just a girl?
y/n nodded her head with a soft smile,
heedless of the storm brewing ahead.
***
she slept soundly that night,
though this time back in her own bed.
tomorrow was a new day.
when the alarm rang the next morning,
she jumped up swiftly to hurry and turn it off.
her heart echoed throughout her body as she listened around.
her alarm had been louder than normal.
had it been loud enough to wake up the house, too?
she sat back in the bed with a sigh of relief,
just before her door opened loudly.
y/n flinched as her sister, lisa, stormed towards her.
"what did i tell you about that alarm?!"
lisa drew her hand back,
forcing y/n to habitually curl up in a ball in hopes of avoiding the strike.
but like always,
she found herself becoming victim to the hands of her family.
y/n's eyes began to swim with tears once her sister slammed the door behind her on the way out.
the deep stinging against y/n's cheek was beginning to deepen,
and she knew from experience just how deep the bruise would become.
her body was still tense,
and her heart was still beating deep within her chest as she laid in her pool of tears.
she was growing sore by the second,
and she began to ponder on skipping school for the day.
she ultimately decided against it,
on the reason of hating the house she resided in.
she slowly climbed to her feet with a wince,
and tried her best to get ready with an aching body.
she did what she could to cover the bruise against her cheekbone,
but the pain was too much to bear.
the simplest of touches were enough to send more tears to her eyes.
y/n traveled down to the front of door,
where she was then greeted by her mother.
she took a long drag from the cigarette she held between her fingers,
and made y/n's nose curl up instinctively.
the smoke stained the walls of the house,
and stained the lungs of her mother.
she couldn't help but look at them with repulsed eyes.
the look on her mother's face was much too familiar.
her eyes scanned y/n up and down,
and y/n could practically hear her thoughts.
she was eyeing the mistake she made.
eyeing the fucked up daughter.
"you're worthless, did you know? you'll never amount to anything...you-you think you're so much better than the rest of us. but you're not, at all. you're a mistake, and i regret ever having you."
y/n stood still as the words echoed in her head
she stared into the evil eyes of her mother with painful eyes,
and wondered why it had to be her that had to endure this.
"i see lisa fucked you up,"
she spoke with a dark chuckle.
though y/n's heart was heavy with hurt,
she kept her expression as nonchalant as possible.
but she was growing tired of the constant abuse from her family,
and her temper was beginning to take over her.
y/n's voice shook as she spoke,
"fuck you."
her mother held her breath,
soon releasing the smoke she held in her lungs.
"what'd you say, brat?"
y/n balled her fists.
"i said...fuck you."
her mother's face grew angry,
and it was a look y/n had never seen before.
but she kept her composure and allowed the anger to flood in her veins almost like venom.
her mother took the lit cigarette,
and put it out on y/n's arm.
y/n wailed out in pain,
her voice cracking as she pushed her mother to the floor far away from her.
y/n looked at the burning flesh that began to bleed out,
not noticing her mother rising off the ground.
her eyes were black with malice,
and had one intent to leave y/n in pain.
her mother took a hand to the air,
where she allowed all her force, anger, and frustration come loose in the blow to her abdomen.
the breath lost itself in y/n's lungs,
and her body burned with ache.
she curled on the floor and gasped for air,
only to receive nothing but an echoing head of the evil laughter from her mother.
and she left her there.
her own flesh and blood left her on the floor in a mess of hurt.
she decided she couldn't go to school.
not today.
she was too bruised up to lie or avoid worry in her teachers,
and she was much too sore to move anyways.
she was angry at the world.
angry that her face was swollen and purple.
angry because her arm was numb with pain, and bloody.
angry at mike.
confusion crashed over her once mike crossed her mind.
even through the worst of her beatings,
he was all she could think about.
m-i-k-e.
mike wheeler.
she loved him,
more than the clean air she needed to breath in this life.
but she was forced to face the facts:
eleven was back.
jane was back.
and she came back just for him.