(Jeremy's POV)

    The next morning I woke up to the cold, so I did what I always do.

    "MICHAEL!!!!" I whined loudly into the room. I waited a couple of seconds then the door opened.
  
     "Mickey!" I said tiredy but happily.

    "Hey sanggol, it's time to get up!" Michael said excitedly. I cuddled into the bed more in protest.

    "Noooo" I whined. Michael chuckled.

    "Come on baby boy the girls are making your favorite." He said I perked up. Michael smiled at me cheerfully. I smiled.

    "Fine." I agreed reluctantly. "Under one condition." I added. Michael nodded telling me to go on. "I wanna kiss." I demanded. Michael chuckled leaning in and kissing me. I smiled into it. Michael pulled away.

    "Come on let go down stairs shall we?" Michael asked doing a spin then a dow. I giggled at him as he smirked. I got up with some pain but I managed.

    Me and Michael got down stairs to see everyone. Rich and Jake were taking the girls were cooking, Michael and me walked over and just all began talking to whoever. Michael was surprisingly happy that the girls let him help make breakfast. He claimed 'he felt bad!'.

    After breakfast Michael's phone began ringing. I followed him to answer it. He talked on it for a while before turning to me.

    "I told you he would want you home!" Michael said before walking I to the kitchen and getting his stuff together.

     I didn't question it, catching on. we said our goodbyes and we left. I was not ready for what happened next.

    Me and Michael walked into my house. I saw my dad at the kitchen table Michael put his head down. I was confused till I saw my dad's glare at Michael. I glanced between the two. He did this. That's it I'm putting my foot down.(metaphorically)

    "Dad? I thought you said to stay away." I said. He looked at me. Before looking at Michael.

    "Michael go home." My dad demanded. What? Why? What's he got against Michael? And surprisingly(and unsurprisingly) Michael made his way towards the door. I stopped him.

    "Mickey please don't go." I better him.
  
     "Ok." He agreed. I turned to my dad.

     "What do you have against him?" I asked my dad. He looked at Michael coldly.

    "I mean- look at him he doesn't follow anything from the religion, he's depressed, he smokes he's a bad influence!" My dad argued. What happened to skipping the proving thing?

    "He is not a bad influence. Is this cuss we had sex?!" I asked. He went silent."oh my god!" I laughed. "He's not even the one who wanted to have sex dad!" I yelled.

    "I dont know where you got the impression I'm some perfect little Jewish boy but I'm not. I tried to kill myself when mom left, downed a bottle of pills then Michael came in and literally had to shove two fingers down my throat! I used to masterbate eveyday!" I said.

Then I heard snickering behind me I turned it was Michael. I began giggle cuss this.

"You ruined the moment Mike!" I complained.

"Sorry!" Michael said defensively. I rolled my eyes.  "sorry!"  Michael said again you could could here the smile in his voice.

"Well he's probably depressed cuss he doesn't believe in anything!" My dad said ruining the moment.

"DAD! Are you blaming him for being depressed?! We both know that's not the reason, and you have no right to say that you yourself were depressed for 2 years I had to almost die! Before you paid any attention to me! You worked a shitty excuse for a job you didn't go to half the time. Michael paid my phone bill for years!" I yelled at him, ferocious.

"Jeremy." Michael mumbled.

"And he still defends you! Like dad did you ever consider that your like a dad to him you saying that shit to his face is so horrible! Especially after what his dad did to him! Imagine how that effects him! And your not a perfect Jew either. You didnt work and didnt take care of you own kid, if Michaels moms weren't so nice I would have starved or got heat storke." I said.

I walked up to my dad letting go of Michael's hand.

"So stop saying he's a bad influence he doesn't even smoke much any more cuss he doesn't have the money and-" dad cut me off.

"He's abusive!" My dad said. "His dad was! Like father like son!" He said.

"Ok let's just calm do-" Michael started me and dad ignored him.

"He's not like that! He wouldn't hurt anyone!" I argued

"He's beat up many people." Dad said crossing his arms.

"When they try and hit me! I get your trying to be a better "dad" or whatever." I pointed out using finger quotes when I said dad.

"But that does not mean separating me and Michael! Like you have a new family with Heidi-" dad cut me off.

"She is mom to you." Dad demanded.

"She is whatever I want her to-" I was cut off with a large pain in my cheek as I went flying to the ground tears immediately falling down my face. I felt arms warp around me.

"Who the fuck do you think you are!?" Hitting your own son! After you yell at him and me?!?" Michael yelled. I clutched his hoodie in attempt to deal with the pain.

"Oh my god Mahal! Are you ok?"Michael asked I shook my head no.

I felt Michael pick me up and lots of foot steps. Michael set me on the countertop of the kitchen, I just cried not letting go of his hoodie.

"Hey, hey, hey sanggle your gonna need to let go so I can look at it ok?" Michael asked. And y'know even I find it entertaining how I can go from I gonna kick you ass to a cry baby. And this was the transition that had just happened.

"It hurts." I choked out.

"I know. I know, and its gonna but thats ok. It wont soon but if I'm gonna make it better you need to sit up and stop crying ok. Can you do that for me baby?" Michael asked.

"Ok." I said sniffing and sitting up.

"JEREMY?!?" I heard looking over seeing Connor and Evan. Evan ran over immediately coming over to me rubbing my back and contorting me as best he could.

Connor asked michael questions as Michael wiped my face, every now and then there would be a pause as Michael had to comfort me and calm me down.

Michael finished wiping my tears and applying the alvo gel, so Connor went and talked to my dad to see what happened.

Michael brang me up stairs to avoid all the yelling that was probably about to happen.

"I fuck'en hate testosterone." He mumbled. I smiled softly as he got in the bed next to me.(he got on the side with my good cheek.)

"Why?" I asked as he nuzzled my good cheek. (Do not demonize me)

"It makes men do shit like this." He explained.

"What like me?" I asked. Michael sighed.

"You were in the wrong getting in his face and he is your dad Jeremy I get you wanna defend me but I need to do it myself. You should've kept holding my hand so you didnt get hit... sorry I let this happen." Michael mumbled. The last part but I understood.

"Hey it's not your fault." I comforted him. Michael just hummed in response.

We cuddled and eventually fell asleep.

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AN: sorry for the angst, but it's important to the story and it short but schools killing me!

Word count:1299