tw: sexual assault

Mikey is left alone for another long while, only one meal every once in a long, boring while. Mikey passes the time in his cold cell staring at the wall and kicking on it. Sometimes he resorts to yelling at the door, asking for the day, or more food, he swears his ribs are beginning to show. He doesn't know how long it will be until his next interaction with another human but it's depressing. He doesn't know how long he's been there, or how much longer he'll be forced to stay.

The next time anybody opens the door is a long while after Pete visited that one night. His stitches are beginning to heal, and he swears he could probably take them out soon. He knows he couldn't if he wanted to.

The next person to visit, though, is Patrick. Mikey finds that incredibly surprising. He enters the room with Pete and Gabe by his sides, and he swallows as he finds himself backing away, his heart racing. He stands from where he was sitting on the floor, and asks, "What are you doing here?"

He knows what Patrick is here to do, he knows that he's either here to beat him or do worse. He isn't sure why he's surprised when Patrick snaps his fingers and Gabe lunges forward pinning him against the wall. He's slower, Mikey notices, not Gabe, but himself. Possibly from the lack of food in his system, and how everytime he stands he grows dizzy. But he can't run, especially not when Pete presses him against the wall. He looks at Pete, knots his eyebrows, Pete doesn't look at him. He avoids all contact, Mikey notices, in shame. In guilt, maybe, but there is a lot of shame.

"Please, don't," Mikey yelps, but he stops short when Patrick's hand comes to his neck and presses it hard against the wall. Mikey is afraid it will break.

"We have you here for two more weeks, I figured that instead of letting a pathetic little toy like you just sit here in the dark for a while, I could play. I haven't gotten laid in months, anyway."

That last sentence. It throws Mikey's heart over the edge, his head spins, and he feels sick to his stomach. It's like a bomb has been dropped onto him, like everything he believed is just going down the drain. Patrick let's go, Gabe forces his head against the wall now, pinning him down. Mikey panics. He screams. But nobody hears.

***

Pete is the last one to let him go, Mikey falls to the floor, shaking. Shuddering. He feels sick, he feels so fucking sick. He feels /violated/. This was never meant to happen. It wasn't... this wasn't what Gerard wanted for him. He couldn't have... This isn't...

Mikey lays there, thinking it over, every little detail. Patrick's teeth in his shoulder, Pete staring at the floor. Gabe offering Pete a turn. Pete refusing. Mikey finds, that even though Pete didn't contribute but to hold him down, he feels betrayed. And then he hates himself for trusting Pete in the first place.

He vomits at some point, passes out, and he hopes... deep down he hopes he doesn't wake up.