Mike's Cinderella story

by What'dIMiss

We've all read at least one cliché Cinderella story. This is not one of them. Because the main character is Mike. And his life is about to go straight down the drain. AU. He does not have DID. Rated T because of character death(wouldn't be a Cinderella story without it), suggestion of abuse, etc. Going for eventual Mella(MikexElla). (Ch 1-3 newly rewritten as of Dec. 2021)

19. Chapter 19(little transition chapta)

A/N: I'm back with a short chapter. It's transitional and tiny, but the last few chapters were pretty lengthy. The next chapter should be longer.

School starts for me next week on Tuesday. I'm not sure how it will effect updates moving forward, if at all. Just keep an eye out.

Thanks to Bloodylilcorpse for reviewing the last chapter. :)

Enjoy!

His stepbrothers were sitting in the living room, like they were prepared to beat him up at any moment. Scott did, anyway. "Where have you been, Multiple Mike? We've been wondering when you'd get home. We were so worried!" He snickered from the couch, his arms folded.

Mike frowned at this new nickname. He walked as quickly as he could out of the front room and towards the staircase that led to the second floor.

"Woah, where do you think you're going?" Scott got up from the couch to follow Mike's path before grabbing him by the shirt and turning him around.

"To my room."

Scott looked up at the attic then back down, or rather up, at Mike, since Scott was much shorter. "Dad said he wants you cleaning the place starting yesterday." Scott pushed him a little.

"But what about my stuff-"

"I said now!"

"Ok, give me a minute." Mike ran up the attic stairs, threw his bag on his bed, took off his nice shirt to replace it with the one he wore when he cleaned, and wrapped a handkerchief around his head to keep his hair out of his face. He replaced his decent shoes and kept his feet pulled on a pair of pants that had a hole in them. He ran back down.

"That was longer than a minute." Scott shoved Mike towards the broom leaning against the wall. Mike stopped himself. He glared at Scott before picking up the broom and beginning to sweep.

"Make sure you don't miss a spot! I'm going to bed." Scott looked at Vito, still sitting on the couch. "Coming, Vito?"

"Nah, I'm not tired. I'll get there in a minute, bro."

Scott rolled his eyes and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

It became eerily quiet minus the sound of sweeping. Mike didn't say anything to Vito, and he didn't say anything to Mike.

Mike finished cleaning within the hour and went back upstairs with his limbs aching from all that work.

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