A/n: part 3! Hope you guys like it!

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Mike's P.O.V:
My head hurt. I couldn't think straight. All I could feel was the pounding in my skull. It felt like someone was trying to shove a nail in my brain.

'Wakey, wakey!' I heard a sweet voice say. 'Y/n?' I asked groggily. 'Guess again Mikey.' The same voice said. 'Mikey?' I repeated in my head. 'Nobody called me that except y/n!'

I forced my eyes open and had to squint because of the bright light in the room. When my eyes had adjusted to the harsh light, I finally saw who the voice belonged to.

I gasped. It was the nurse from the school! The one that had been hitting on me. 'Hello Mikey.' She said, smiling seductively at me. I wasn't going to be fooled though. I tried to get up, but I found myself chained to the headboard of a bed with handcuffs.

'Let me go!' I snarled. 'Oh no Mikey. Not until I have some fun with you first.' The nurse said, running her hand up and down my chest. I then realised that I was only wearing my jeans.

'Get the fuck off me!' I yelled. 'Now, now Mikey.' The nurse purred, digging her nails in my chest. 'That's no way to talk to me.' I shivered at her touch. 'See? I'm not so bad am I? Soon you'll be begging me to do it.' 'No!' I growled.

'Fine!' The nurse snapped. 'We'll try again later when little Mikey has had time to think.' I cringed at the pet name. 'Aw!' The nurse cooed. 'Is little Mikey scared?' I glared at the nurse in front of me. She only smirked in return. 

The nurse then got up and once again traced her fingers over my jawline, stopping briefly at my lips, then continuing. I shuddered. She smiled devilishly before turning around and walking out of the door. Then I heard a key turn in the lock, indicating that the door had been locked. And that's when I cried.

Y/n's P.O.V:
I stood in the sick room for ages. Just staring at the place where she had dragged my Mikey away. I shivered as I remembered what she'd said: 'he's mine now. And he'll do what I want him to.'

Fear flooded me as I thought about the things that she might do to Mikey. I had to find a way to get to him. But how?

Mike's P.O.V:
I cried until my eyes felt empty. I wanted to get back to y/n! I needed to get back to y/n! She needed me! She was known to have bad panic attacks in these situations and I was always there to comfort her when that happened. But here I was, chained to a bed by some evil psycho woman, about to be used for someone else's pleasure.

The sound of the door slowly opening ripped me from my thoughts. 'Hello again little Mikey.' The nurse smiled evilly. 'I thought you might be hungry.' 'I'd rather die then accept food from you you evil bitch!' I snarled. 'Oh come now little Mikey.' The nurse cooed. 'You'll need your strength for what will happen to you.'

I shivered with fear. I knew what was coming now... 'Well, if you don't want to eat, we can try again can't we?' I trembled with fear as the nurse walked towards me. She smiled and started to run her fingers through my hair. Then she moved to my face, tracing every little detail, every imperfection. She then moved to my neck, clasping her hand around my throat for a few seconds, cutting off my air supply.

When she let go of my throat I spent several minutes coughing and taking in huge gulps of air.

The nurse then traced her fingers up and down my chest. My heart was hammering against my ribs. I whimpered in fear. The nurse went back to stroking my hair. I remembered when y/n used to do that. She always stroked my hair whenever I was angry. Tears started streaming down my cheeks.

'Don't cry little Mikey.' The nurse taunted, her lips brushing against my hairline. 'I'll make sure you're ok. I'll love you more than your stupid friend ever did.' 'Don't talk about y/n like that!' I growled through clenched teeth.

The nurse smiled and stroked my cheek. I tried to jerk away from her but she grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the headboard of the bed. I whimpered in pain. The nurse continued to stroke my cheek as if nothing had happened. This time I stayed completely still. My head was pounding from the previous incident.

'Now little Mikey.' The nurse said, running her hands down my chest and to my stomach. My breath hitched in my throat. 'P-please n-no!' I whimpered. The nurse only smirked in return, starting to work on my belt buckle.

'No!' I snarled, kicking out at the evil bitch. The nurse grabbed my leg and held it down. I kicked out with my other leg. This time my foot made contact with the nurse's jaw.

She hissed in pain. She leaned forward and slapped me hard across the cheek. I ignored the stinging sensation and stared daggers at her. 'You'll regret doing that little Mikey.' The nurse hissed.

The next thing I knew, there was a knife being held to my chest. 'Now little Mikey.' The nurse whispered. 'Are you going to cooperate, or am I going to have to force you to do what I want?' 'I'll never do what you want!' I growled lowly.

'Very well then.' The nurse smirked. She sliced across my chest with the knife. I suddenly felt excruciating pain. I screamed in pure agony. It was the most excruciating pain that I'd ever felt in my life. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was the nurse smiling down at me, that same lustful look in her eyes...

Y/n's P.O.V:
'Mikey!' I sobbed, rocking myself back and forth on the cold, hard floor of the sick room. I knew it would only be a matter of time before I had one of my panic attacks. I began to feel myself trembling. I tried to calm myself down by thinking about how Mike always comforted me when I was having a panic attack.

He'd always sit down and pull me into his lap. Then he'd rub my back and whisper things like: 'shhh y/n. It's ok. You're gonna be ok. I'm here.' Mike would then always kiss my forehead. For some reason that always helped calm me down. The whole thing usually ended with me falling asleep in Mike's arms.

My hands started shaking. I felt sick. 'M-Mikey!' I whimpered, pulling my knees to my chest. I tried to imagine Mike's arms around me and his soothing  voice whispering in my ear.

That calmed me down enough that I was able to stand. I slowly walked out of the sick room, looking around for anyone that could tell me where the nurse lived.

Just as I was beginning to loose hope at finding someone that could help me I suddenly spotted a cleaner down the hallway. 'It's worth a shot.' I told myself. 'Excuse me?' I asked the cleaner. 'Yes?' He asked, turning around. 'Oh hey y/n!' He exclaimed. 'Hey George!' I smiled finally recognising him. 'You know where the school nurse lives right?' 'Yeah.' George replied. He didn't question why I was looking for the nurse's address.

So I found myself walking down the Boulevard of Broken Dreams to the nurse's house. When I got there I was really nervous. What was she doing to my Mikey? I had to find a way to get to him without being noticed.

After walking around the house I spotted an open window on the ground floor of the house. It would be very easy for me to climb in there.

Once I was in the house I strained my ears in the hope of hearing something that might tell me where Mike was.

Suddenly I heard whimpering coming from upstairs. I ran upstairs as quietly as I could. What I heard next made my blood run cold...