A/N: Happy Monday morning! Update time! It's short this time, but next is longer again.
Disclaimer: I don't own TD, it's characters, or the song lyrics.
Enjoy!
Hell it was indeed. Mike still had to do all the housework, despite his obvious injuries. He stayed home from rehearsal and missed the first week of shows. Still, he was optimistic about the coming trip to the capital.
His hand was healing as well as it could, and he made sure to change the bandages when he cleaned the house. His leg had yet to follow, as he was constantly on his feet cooking or doing laundry or whatever other tasks he was given by his stepbrothers, so he still walked with a slight limp, hunching over slightly sometimes. They constantly mocked him for it.
One day that week, Mike was sweeping the floor in front of the fireplace. A dustpan half-full of ash lay to the side. Mike was also singing, a habit he'd picked up to keep away the quiet. His voice was soft but strong.
"Every day I wake up, I die a little,
Can barely stand on my feet,
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Look what you're doing to me…"
He moved around gracefully in a circle, feeling into the song, ignoring his leg. He closed his eyes and continued, getting a little louder in his singing.
"I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, no!
Somebody, ooh somebody, can anybody find me... somebody to love..." Mike spun once, still graceful. He stopped himself with the broom. He smiled.
Scott, who had heard his singing and thought it was stupid and annoying, snuck up and shoved him from behind. Mike fell and lost his grip on the broom, causing it to fall onto the dustpan and for ash to fly into the air like a cloud of smoke. Mike hit the floor, and once again hit his leg. He sucked in a scream of agony. The ash settled over him, and he was now covered in a thin layer.
"Clean up your mess, Mike." Noah said dryly as he nearly darted past his fallen stepson towards his office.
Mike tried getting up, but this time his leg was straight up bursting in pain. He fell back down on his knees, another cloud of ash lifting up and over him. He found the broom and used it to stand up. He held it like a staff and put his weight onto it so he stood on one leg.
Scott laughed.
"Stop laughing! This isn't funny!" Mike surveyed all the ash he'd have to clean up with his leg the way it was.
"Like hell it is." Scott disagreed. "Now, you heard Dad. Clean up your mess." And he turned on his heel and walked away, kicking up more ash. "And you can't dance." He laughed.
Mike sighed. He slowly began to sweep again, ignoring the ash in his eyes and the pain returning to his leg. He was getting used to feeling it.
Later, he looked in a mirror. The ash had marred his skin. He brought his hand to his cheek, and felt himself crying. The ash still remained, despite the tears' fierce attempt to wash it away.
This is the last chapter for idk how long where he's crying at the end. Promise.
The lyrics are the first verse and chorus of Somebody to Love by Queen. In case you were wondering. You should try listening to it. Great song.
Please review, and see y'all next Monday!