The Game

The next morning, Mikey woke up in his bed and got around for the day; showering, dressing and eating and such.

His dad had fallen asleep on the couch the night before so he quietly walked into the kitchen and made some oatmeal, he grabbed the entire carton of orange juice and his bag before leaving his house, headed for the crematorium.

When he arrived his shoes sunk a bit in the mud, making sucking sounds as he walked up to the door.

He went in and made his way to the 'game field' before going into the closet that was Monica's new home. He unlocked the door.

And it was that sound that roused Monica from her slumber.

He opened the door and went in, kneeling as she used her arms to sit up. Flinching slightly.

Mikey frowned and pulled the blanket down to expose her wrapped stomach; ignoring how she flinched away from him.

That's okay; she'll learn.

“I'll have to clean and re-wrap that.”

She nodded and let him feed her and give her some orange juice.

Monica submissively let him wipe her chin. “Go to the bathroom, then I'll re-bandage that.”
At her nod in agreement, he got up and left.

She painfully heaved herself to her feet and walked shakily over to the toilet, flipping the switch she knew Mikey was watching for. Her wrapped hand had scabbed over night and now dully throbbed now and again.

She pulled down her skirt and panties before slowly sitting on the cold surface of the toilet seat. She relieved herself and slowly stood, re-clothing her lower half and washing her hands the best she could with the bandage.

She flicked the switch down and Mikey opened the door automaticly.

He came in and walked up to her, she shy'd away.

He gently took her face in his large hands. “You did good.” He kissed her lips for a moment and took her hand, walking her back over to the cot. He had her sit on it and he slowly peeled the bloodied wraps from her small torso.

She hissed in pain as the dried blood pulled at her still slightly open skin.

“Sorry.” He said, setting the bandage beside him and stood waking over to the cupboard and getting a washcloth and bowel then filling it with water from the sink before returning to her.

He dipped the washcloth and dabbed the red skin, washing it until he could read a very clear 'MW' on her abs.

Mikey couldn't help but smirk at his work; marking this young woman as his property.

He disinfected the mark and wrapped it up again, making her sit straighter.

“There you go. See you at five darling.” He pecked her lips again and left with the food left overs. The locks clicked closed and Monica closed her eyes before allowing herself to break into tears.

When she ran out of tears, she picked up the book again, picking up where she left off.

At school, Mikey's day went on as usual. That is until lunch.

“Monica...”

He looked up at the jock table, having herd her name.

“...whore...”
“..desprate...”
“...I'll give her something...”
“...little bitch...”
“...that nerd...”

Mikey began to shake with fury. They can mess with him, but Monica is too fucking far! He slammed his hands down on the table, making the room grow silent in anticipation.

He strode over to the table with courage he didn't know he had and glared at Luke.

“I'm so fucking sick of you. You can shove me and mess with me but when you start talking shit about Monica shit gets personal.” He said in a dangerously low voice.

Luke stood, Carter at his side.

“Whatcha gonna do Way?” He asked, almost eye level with the taller boy.

“You...don't...wanna know. But it's coming. And when it fucking does, you'll wish you were never born. You too.” he glared at Carter now.

“Yeah right.” Luke snorted.

Mikey turned on his heal and left, ignoring the slight applause that came after.