AN: This one shot was dedicated to both shanti-noel03 and iWannaSexCoryMonteithUp, they both wanted a drama and a Mikecedes fanfiction. I hope that I didn't disappoint. Don't be shy, send in a review and keep sending in requests! Disclaimers: I do not own Glee or its characters OR The All-American Rejects
Mercedes was slammed up against the wall, her breathing was ragged. Each breath more painful than the next. She watched as her fathers' fist made contact with her already sore cheekbone and tried not to cry out in agony. He had been to angry when he returned home last night from his bartending job and to top it all off Mercedes was the easiest target for him to aim at. I should have just stayed in my room, she thought as she watched her father walk away a look of disgust on his face.
"Stay out of my way you bitch" he growled the smell of alcohol fading away as he left. Mercedes could feel hot tears fall all over her cheeks and she brushed them away, straightening her wrinkled All-American Reject's t-shirt and heading back down the hall to her room. Her legs were sore from being stomped on and she could already feel the bruises welling up at the backs of her neck. She couldn't even stand to look at herself in her vanity mirror. "I've got to get out of here" she breathed running a hand through the clothes in her closet and absently shoving them into one of her old beaten up duffle bags that she always kept underneath her bed.
She knew exactly where to go. Mike's house.
She'd known him since kindergarten and they protected each other. He always stood up for her like he was her brother and he was her best friend ever since they both had diaper rash.
Mercedes shoved both her book bag and her duffle out the window of her first floor bedroom, locking the room door to make sure that her father didn't come in for another round of physical abuse. Carefully, Mercedes climbed out the window, her body screaming in protest as she dashed down the empty road and to Mike's three story brownstone.
He always left his window open as if he were welcoming her in. Mercedes sidestepped over low branches and a patch of moist gardenias and threw her bags into the awaiting window. She followed right after them landing with a thump onto the wooden bedroom floor. A gust of air-conditioning dried the sweat pooling at her eyebrow and she thanked the Lord for modern technology.
Back at her house, her father refused to pay for electricity, so she lived with only a battery charged fan and no AC. You never really knew what it was like to live without air-conditioning if you had it.
Mercedes watched Mike's sleeping figure for a moment as she moved her bags so that they were hidden underneath Mike's mahogany desk. She sighed feeling her chest constrict as the injured along her chest began to throb. "Mike?" she whispered.
Mike turned onto his side squinting at her shadow. Mercedes was happy that he was a light sleeper, she didn't want to have to yell in his ear and wake up the whole house. "Staying the night again?" he asked moving over on the bed and making space for her.
He didn't even have to ask what happened. He knew what kind of violence his best friend had to deal with in her own home. Mike leaned over towards the nightstand and turned on the lamp. He patted the space beside him and Mercedes relaxed against the cool comforter.
"Oh no" Mike whispered as he tilted her head to face him. his father was a doctor and he knew a bruise when he saw one. When Mercedes spent the night the first time, about five months ago, Mike was about ready to kill Mr. Jones. Take the sorry bastard to the woods and beat his ass into nothing, he was so mad that he saw red. But Mercedes stopped him, saying that confronting her father wouldn't do anything to stop him. So Mike just stayed where he was and tried his best to heal her wounds.
"I'll be right back" he squeezed her hand and headed out the bedroom, probably towards the kitchen. Mercedes kicked off her sneakers and set them neatly beside the side of the bed, her shoulders zinging with pain. Her heartbeat had slowed and for once she finally felt safe.
Mike came back into the room carrying a first aid kit and a cold compress. "I think you'll need more than one of those" Mercedes joked pointing to the compress. Mike flinched, his jaw bunching up in anger. Not at Mercedes but at her father. What kind of human being could do this to a person? Especially someone of their own flesh and blood?
"I'm so so sorry" Mike placed the compress onto the purpling flesh of her shoulder. She winced against the cold before sagging tiredly against the bed post. "This isn't your fault Mikey, I was just born into the wrong family" Mercedes had a ghost of a smile on her face. From Mike's point of view she looked worn, beat down and tired. Like she needed to be safe, to feel like she was more than just a person taking up air. She knew that Mike loved her but she thought that it was all out of friendship. She didn't know that she was Mike's everything, his own personal shining star and for him to see her like this, it pained him in a way he never knew was possible.
Mike brushed a sliver of sweat off of her forehead and gently kissed at the bruise on her cheekbone. "We're gonna get you all fixed up" he opened the kit and pulled out a series of complex bandages. Then he pressed them along the cuts and scrapes that were on her neck and ran a probing finger along the spine of her back, feeling for any torn muscle or broken skin. He dabbed some peroxide on a dirty gash on the inside of her palm that probably came from jumping out of her window and bound the wound in some soft flexible bandages.
Carefully he set her palm down and finished wrapping the bandage with a flourish. "Done, now you Miss Jones need to get some sleep" Mike clicked the kit closed and tossed it off his bed.
"Thank you Mikey" Mercedes used his nickname again and Mike could feel a tug at his heart. He smiled gently and pulled the fluffy blue comforter up to her neck watching as she began to fall asleep. He settled in beside her, draping an arm around her waist, pulling her up against his chest and kissing her mouth, keeping his lips against hers for a seond too long, savoring her scent before pulling away.
"I love you Mercedes" he whispered as her eyelids began to close.
"I love you too Mikey" she whispered back.
AN: The end of this chapter!
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