A Single Voice]Mikey Way[Above This Noise [11]

Mikey laid me on the bed and crawled on top of me. By now we were making out heavily. I tugged at his shirt and broke the heated kiss just long enough to pull it over his head. Again his hands wandered up my shirt. And again we broke the kiss to pull off my shirt. I ran my hands blindly over his slightly muscled chest. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer, arching me off the bed. For a moment he fumbled with my bra clasp. It snapped open and he retracted his hands. I buried my hands in his hair. He placed his hands on my neck then slowly slid his hands over my shoulders. His hands paused and my breath caught. He pulled away and looked down at my shoulder.
He found it, I thought biting my lip.
He ran a finger down the mangled skin, a vague line from my shoulder, across my chest, and dipping between my boobs to end right before my rib cage did.
"What happened?" Mikey asked, his voice husky, his eyes fixed on the white scar. He cleared his throat and asked again. Tears welled in my eyes.
"I don't wanna talk about it." I said, my voice breaking. I tried to continue, but Mikey was still focused on the scar. Again he dragged his finger down it and I shivered. Finally, he looked up at me. I could see pity and self-doubt in his eyes. The tears began to slide silently down my face.
"You can tell me." Mikey said, wiping away a tear. His voice was shaking, as if he wasn't sure he really wanted to know, but the curiosity was too much. I turned my head away and pushed him off of me. I sat up, re-clasped my bra, and retrieved my shirt from across the room where Mikey had tossed it.
"I'm not ready." I said, putting my shirt on. I stood up and left the room. Mikey looked after me, a dazed look on his face. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my vision, as I stormed down the hallway and across the living room. I pulled my boots on quickly, ignoring the looks that Gerard and Faye where giving me. They glanced at each other and then back to me. I pulled my jacket on, retched open the door, and slammed it behind me. Once outside, I sighed. I knew this would happen one day, but as much as I thought I was, I wasn't ready to face my past. I walked around the house and climbed the ladder. I collapsed on the roof.
Faye's POV
Me and Gerard exchanged glances. We had just gotten back from he gas station for some energy drinks. Kalyan kept ignoring us and slammed the door as she left. Even if she wasn't crying I would have been able to tell she was upset. She hated it when people slammed doors. Once she was gone I stood and went to her room. I flung the door open to see Mikey pull his shirt on.
"What the hell did you do to her?" I demanded, he turned and looked at me.
"Who?" He asked, unperturbed.
"The fucking tooth fairy, Mikey. You know who she's talking about," Gerard said behind me.
"I don't know. All I did was ask her what happened to her shoulder."
I took two steps towards Mikey and slapped him hard enough my hand stung. I looked back at him and I could see a red hand print forming fast on his face. He tenderly touched his face and looked me in the eye. His hazel eyes looked weary and hurt. Gah, they're so much like Gerard's. I felt my anger lessen slightly.
"I didn't know," He said and walked past us and out of the room. I sighed and turned on my heel. I put my head on Gerard's chest with another exasperated sigh. He started rubbing my back.
"They'll work it out." He whispered.
"I hope so. I really, really hope so."
Mikey's POV
I feel like an asshole I thought as I walked through the living room. If I would have known that she would have done that then I never would have asked. I have to make this right. I walked out the front door and followed the prints in the fresh snow around the house. I saw the ladder, still propped against the house and I smiled. I figured thats where she'd go. The smile quickly faded when I heard her sob. I climbed the ladder and my heart almost broke at the sight.
Kalyan was sprawled on the roof, white snow sprinkled over her. Her hair blew in the slight wind. Kalyan held herself tightly, as if she was physically trying to hold herself together. Her chest heaved in sobs, and her face was facing away from me. My heart hitched itself in my throat.
I did this to her... I climbed on the roof and pulled her into my arms. At first she fought, then she collapsed against my chest, crying.
"I'm sorry." I told her as I stroked her hair and prayed that she'd understand.
"No. It's my turn to be sorry." She said between sobs. "I thought I was ready to face it. I thought I was ready to forget. But I wasn't." Her voice cracked and I had just thought that she had finished when she started again. Her voice was soft, and I had to strain to hear it over the snow.
"My last boyfriend, Stephen," she shuddered at his name, and I held her closer, "We where going good for almost a year. I thought I was in love with him. But when our one year anniversary was getting close he started getting really paranoid. He kept accusing me of sleeping around behind his back. I told him I wasn't, but it kept going. He started looking through my things, and getting more and more aggressive. Then one day he just snapped. I came home and he was waiting for me in the entry way. He grabbed me and tied me to a chair. I started screaming so he put a dish towel in my mouth. I just started crying, scared of what he could and would do to me." Her voice faded out as she relived the events. She began shivering.
"SHH. You don't have to tell me." I whispered.
"Yes. I do." She took a steadying breath and continued, "That's when he pulled out a knife. I was literally on the verge of hysterics. But somewhere in my mind, I thought that he loved me, and that he couldn't hurt me. Then I found love hurts more than it heals. He started slicing my legs, each time calling me a dirty, good for nothing whore. He moved to my arms, but those scars have faded. Eventually, he got bored with me, and left me to bleed to death, still tied to the chair. Before he left, he had a brilliant idea to get rid of the evidence. He pulled out his favorite lighter and set my drapes ablaze. I watched, in helpless terror, as my house burned down around me. Part of the ceiling fell and gave me the scar that you saw. I clawed desperately at the ropes, praying to every god I had ever heard of to save me. Then Faye came. She took the bloody knife that Stephen had used, and cut my ropes and pulled my half conscious body out of the ruble," she laughed, "sounds a bit like a melodramatic movie plot, doesn't it?"
"Just a little."
"After that, I spent a week in the hospital, half of that in the mental ward. When they released me, I just went about my life, as if nothing had happened. But it did happen, and every time I look in the mirror, or try to wear shorts, I'm reminded of that painful day, where I not only lost my home, but I lost my self-confidence, my personality, and a small piece of my heart." Her words, which where slowly growing stronger, stopped and she again began to sob into my chest.
"Shh...It's over, you'll carry the scars, but you're stronger than what Stephan did to you, you can't let it take you down, because then, Stephan succeeded in what he was aiming to do, breaking you." I rocked her and stroked her hair. The entire story, my self-hate was growing. All of this happened to my innocent Kalyan, and I started the chain reaction...
Since when was she 'my' Kalyan?
Kalyan looked up at me with pleading eyes. Her makeup was smeared, and her eyes red and puffy. She was searching my face for something. She reached up and wiped away a tear that I hadn't realized had fallen.
"You have to promise me something." She said, her voice wavering.
"Anything."
"Promise me that you won't look at me any differently. Promise me that I can trust you with what's left of my battered heart."
"I promise." I said, truthfully. She sat back against my chest and we watched the sun set. She looked peacefully out at the red horizon, while my mind raced. "Kalyan, will you tell me something?"
"Matters what it is." She answered, not looking away from the sky.
"Did they ever catch him?"
"Nope, barely even tried." She stiffened slightly as the bushes rustled in the wind. "I've always been afraid that he'd come back, to finish what he started..."
"I'll never let him hurt you again." I insisted, and then a comfortable silence fell between us.

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