Suck It Up (Mike Hanlon x Reader Fanfiction)

Chapter 15 (Anytime)

(Mike's pov)

I sigh heavily as I sit down on my bed. I'm finally done with my chores and I'm exhausted, but I want to go out and see my friends. Mostly (Y/n).

I love hanging out with her so much. She's just so fun and sweet..... I shake my head, trying to clear my thoughts.

I sigh again before I get up and take off my sweaty shirt. I jump slightly when I hear my front door slam shut and an engine from outside.

"Grandpa?" I yell out. My grandparents shouldn't be home yet. I slowly walk to my bedroom door and push it open slightly. I hear footsteps rushing up the stairs and down the hall. I slowly back away from the door and hit my legs against the bed.

(Y/n) rushes through the door and closes it behind her, locking it. She looks frightened and has scrapes and bruises on her legs and arms. What confused me the most is the marks on her wrists and the hickeys on her neck.

(Y/n) rushes towards me and grabs my arm quickly. "We need to hide." She goes to drag me to the window, but I stay in my place. "What's going on?" I ask concerned, but she only shakes her head and drags me to the window.

I quickly grab a shirt as (Y/n) opens the window and jumps out onto the roof. I put on my shirt and jump out after her, closing the door behind me.

The fresh air hits my face as we climb a little ways up before looking over the roof, seeing Belch's car. Henry Bowers was walking briskly up onto my porch and I could hear his loud pounds on my door. Belch and Vic stood leaned up against the car, watching their friend.

I see (Y/n) furrow her eyebrows aside me before hiding behind the roof again. She stares at the sky as I lay next to her. I stare at her for a moment before speaking up, "What happened?"

(Y/n) softens her look, but doesn't look at me, crossing her arms. She's silent for a moment before looking at my eyes. "Henry tried to rape me," she breaths out and I could feel something get caught my throat.

My heart starts to race from the sudden information. I knew Henry Bowers was capable of some fucked up shit, but not like that.

When I don't say anything, (Y/n) continues,"I was sitting in the park when he sat next to me. I tried to run away, but he grabbed me and took me into the forest," she explains shakily and I can see her eyes prick with tears. "I had to play along to get away. Your house is close to the park, so I came here to be safe."

(Y/n) starts to break down, but I'm proud of her for playing smart to get away. I grab her quickly and pull her in for a hug, letting her cry into my shirt. She clings onto me and I can feel her body shake.

I here a loud bang from downstairs, but I don't dare move away from her. "I'm sorry," she shutters after calming down a bit. I pull away slightly to look at her confused. "Why?"

"I brought Henry here," she sniffles which makes me sigh softly. "I'm glad you came here," I say and bring the hair out from her face.

(Y/n) sends a painful smile back and wipes her tears quickly. I look at the scrapes, bruises and hickeys on her body and bite my lip. Why the fuck would anyone ever do this?

(Y/n) seems to notice and rubs her wrists lightly. "I'm okay," she reassures me. I nod softly before she looks over the roof again. I do the same to see Henry walking back to the car and getting in before it drives off.

We both sigh in relief and look at each other, smirking softly. "Let's go," I say, but I'm stopped by (Y/n) grabbing my shoulder.

"Can we just stay here? For a couple of mintues?" she asks softly. I nod and lay down beside her.

There is a moment of comfortable silence of us looking at the sky before I break it," You're not afraid of drowning? Are you?" I ask, not looking at her yet.

I hear a soft sigh from (Y/n). "Nope. I used to not be afraid of anything before I meant....him."

I look over at her and nod softly. "Why didn't you tell me?" I ask.

"It just makes me feel weak when I think of how he makes me feel," (Y/n) says softly. "I should've told you."

I shake my head, still staring at her. "It's fine, really," I say which makes her look at me. "I'm just glad I know now."

(Y/n) gives me a genuine smile which I return with my own. I look at her lips and fight back the urge. Thank God she doesn't notice.

"Thank you, Mike," (Y/n) says, taking my hand in her own. I nod my head slightly. "Anytime."