AN: This chapter takes place when Brett and Mickie were both teenagers in high school. Now that there is no confusion for the readers, enjoy.

Chapter Three: A Place To Rest Your Beautiful Head

It was no secret to Mickie that her stepfather hated her. It was really obvious to her. For some reason, whenever her mother was not home, they would really get into it, and it would be over the most stupidest things. For example, a piece of clothing that was out of place, that would start a fight. Mickie would come home at a time that her stepfather John (his first name) didn't agree with, that would lead to a fight. Her mom was no help either. She would almost take his side in most of their arguments, mostly because she figured that was the only man that she could get in her lifetime. Anyway, Mickie thought that the situation between her and John couldn't get worse.

She was dead wrong.

It was about 7:00 in the evening, and Mickie just arrived home from Brett's house. She was over there, just hanging out, and doing some homework. Mickie looked forward to just going into her room, and getting some rest. Of course, once Mickie saw John's car in the driveway, she knew that the hope of rest and relaxation in her home was out of the question. Mickie took a deep breath, and entered the home. It was not long before John came up to her and confronted her.

"Just where have you been?" He asked in an angry tone.

"Out at Brett's doing some homework." Mickie said, knowing that this guy was not going to let her go until he got a satisfying answer.

"Who's Brett? You're boyfriend?" John asked her.

"No." Mickie said, turning away and walking from him. John, not being satisfied with her answer, grabbed her by the arm, and forced her back to where he was standing.

"Hey, you do not walk away from me when I am talking to you, little girl!" John yelled at her.

"So, you aren't my father, so you need to back off!" Mickie yelled back.

"Excuse me?" John asked her, still holding on to her arm. Mickie snatched her arm from John, and looked him directly in the eye.

"I said back the fuck off!" Mickie yelled in his face. That is when John lost it. When Mickie turned to leave again, John turned her around, and slapped her hard in the face. The impact of the blow knocked her to the ground.

John stood over her, and he didn't say another word or do anything else. He just disappeared into another room. Mickie felt her right side of her face starting to bruise up. Mickie ran to her front door, threw it open, and sprinted to her friend Brett's house, knowing that his place was going to be a safe haven for her.

Mickie wandered the streets for a few hours until she arrived on Brett's own street. She walked up until she saw his house in the middle of the street. It was the only white house on the street, and all the other houses were some sort of color.

Mickie let out a small sigh of relief and walked towards his bedroom window. She knew that he would offer her a place of solace.

It was after ten in the evening, and Brett was getting ready for bed. He pulled on his black PJ's and a black t-shirt. He just was about to climb into bed when he heard a knock on his bedroom window. Brett ran a hand through his long brown hair, and wondered who it could be. He soon got his answer when he opened his window, and saw a shivering Mickie standing there, dressed in her mini skirt, shoes, and jacket. The same thing that she was wearing when she left here earlier.

"Mickie? What are you doing here? Are you alright?" Brett asked concern for his long time friend evident in his voice as he ushered her into his room.

"Yeah, well, no." Mickie answered. "My step dad and I got into a really bad fight, and I don't want to go back home tonight. Can I stay here tonight?"

Mickie gave Brett the look that she always gave him. It was a look that made him do anything that she asked of him.

"Sure, make yourself at home, as you usually do." Brett said.

Mickie smiled, and gave him a kiss on the cheek to show her appreciation. "Thanks, Brett."

"No problem." Brett smiled, feeling a blush creep into his cheeks.

Brett dosed off in his bed just as Mickie was looking in his closet for something to wear. To his luck, he opened his eyes just as Mickie stripped down to her black bra and panties. Brett felt his eyes grow (among other things) wide as he saw her in lace underwear for the first time. Brett closed his eyes just in time as Mickie turned back to his bed to see if he was awake. When she turned away, Brett continued to watch the beaut that was in front of him. Only clad in her underwear still, Brett figured that she was going to be sleeping in the empty bed in his room.

He was dead wrong.

Brett soon got a surprise when Mickie pulled back his sheets and climbed into his bed with him. She turned off his corner lamp, and went to sleep.

Great, I am so not going to get any sleep now. Brett thought as he stared at the ceiling.

Brett opened his eyes, and tried to move his right arm, but couldn't. He opened his eyes, and saw that Mickie was snuggled up against him. Her legs were entangled with his right one, and her arms were wrapped right around his neck. She was breathing softly into his neck as well, and it was then that she noticed that she was really content in this position. Brett smiled, and went back to sleep.

When the sun shone in the window causing Mickie to stir, she saw the position that she was in. Becoming red in the face, Mickie backed away from her friend, and climbed out of the bed. She quickly pulled on her clothes. Before she left, she went back to Brett's side, and gave him a kiss.

"Goodbye, sweet prince." Mickie said in a whisper.

Before Brett opened his eyes, she was gone. Brett let a smile cross his face, and went back to sleep.

AN: Stay tuned for more!