When Mickey woke up, it was to loud yelling. His mom and dad were screaming at eachother. Mickey could hear things breaking. He could hear the sound of dishes and lamps shattering as they hit the hard floor. He could hear how upset his mom was, he wanted her to be happy he didn't understand why she wasn't happy; he had been good all morning so why wasn't mommy happy? Mickey was scared, he wanted mom to be happy and dad to stop yelling. He heard the sound of flesh smacking against flesh, his father had just hit his mother, but Mickey didn't know that, he didn't know what the sound meant; not until later when he saw mommy's face stained with deep purple.
Around dinner time Mickey was forced out of his room, by his brothers. They dragged him into the backyard and used him as their own personal punching bag. Mickey was used to getting hit by them, it barely even hurt anymore.
When his brothers were finished with him, he went into the house, it was getting late, they should have eaten supper by now, but there was no food on the stove, mom wasn't in the kitchen cooking. In fact, Mickey hadn't seen mom or Mandy since his brothers had been dragging him though the house and into the back yard. Tonight, they didn't eat anything. Tonight, Mickey was alone.
Mickey crawled into his bed around eleven that night, his stomach was rumbling and his whole body hurt, at least a little bit, Mickey would never say outloud that he was hungry and hurt, especially not when mom wasn't there. Telling his dad or anyone who wasn't his mom would result in him getting hit in the gut, and the words, "Are ya still fucking hungry?" grunted in his face. Admitting that he was hurt and hungry would be showing weakness and Mickey was already terrified, he didn't need to be more terrified, and if he showed that he was weak, he would be eaten alive. Sleep didn't come easily to Mickey, he couldn't stop thinking about where his mom was, Mickey hoped his mom was with Monica. Mickey didn't really know the woman and he didn't know if he liked her but she seemed nice enough, and Mickey hoped that his mom was safe with her.
Sunday's were Mickey's least favorite day. Terry didn't have to do anything on Sunday's so all he did was sit on the couch and drink, non-stop. That wasn't much different than what he did every other day, except for the fact that on Sunday's his dad would drink twice as much as all the other days, sometimes three times as much. When his dad was really drunk that's when he was the most violent. Mickey was scared of his dad, he knew his dad would kill him if he fucked up enough.
At ten thirty Mickey was woke up to yelling, again. This time though it was only his dad that was yelling. Yelling about how there were fags on his TV. Mickey knew what a fag was, he knew that boys weren't supposed to like boys, but he didn't understand why. He never dared to ask though. He was terrified that if he said the word, "Fag" in the same sentence with the word, "Why" in front of his dad he would be beaten so bad, he didn't even want to think about the possibilites. It definitely wouldn't end well.
It was nearly three in the afternoon and his mom still wasn't home. Mickey missed her, and Mandy. He hoped they were both okay. He was so scared that dad had hurt them both.
It was getting dark outside when his mom finally came home, but Mandy wasn't with her. She told Mickey not to be afraid, that her and Mandy were okay, but he couldn't come with them, not yet, she promised she would be back for him the next day. She made Mickey some dinner, his brother could feed themselves, Mickey was her baby boy, her little Mikey. Before she left again, she put Mickey to bed, she sat on the edge of the bed next to him and told him a bedtime story, she hadn't done that in years. She kissed Mickey's head, "Mikey baby, I love you, everything will be okay."
She promised everything would be okay. Mickey was terrified that it wouldn't be okay.
As Mickey fell asleep his mother's voice echoed in his head.
Note To Readers- Alright how was it? Also I know Mickey is supposed to be almost 5 and I keep using cuss words, I'm trying to to put fuck in every paragraph, but c'mon it's Mickey for fuck's sake, the kid cusses, and I'm sure he has been since before he even knew what the words meant. -Alayna