WARNING
Just a warning this is a story who is suffering from depression, cutting, any self harm, suicide, suicide attempts and suicidal thoughts. Please don't read if you are triggered by those.
END OF WARNING

Today we would be confronting Tyler and his actions in the past. This talk scared me more then anything. I know I have Mikey by my side and he will help me when I need it, but Tyler has always had this sick power over me.

He always had a fascination with doing things to me when this started in Jr. High. I never quite understood the reason behind it, but I'm tired of living in fear. I'm tired of living like I have nothing to live for.

Confronting my past will help save my future and help me move on.

As we eat breakfast downstairs with Mom I realize Ryan isn't anywhere to be seen. After conversing with Mom she informed me that he was at the police station again filling out the rest of the report and they said they needed another statement.

By the time my mom left the table, I was pushing around my eggs after a few minutes and Mikey sat across from me staring at me. I looked up and he winked at me.

"Ready my love?" He asked, his voice deep and caring.

I shrugged and gave him a small smile. As we stood up he gave me a side hug and kisses my forehead.

The trip to my old house was again short but when I went inside my father's car was outside and I could tell he was upstairs from the gruff yelling at someone on the phone.

I really hope he gets picked up soon.

I ordered into the kitchen as I saw Tyler sitting at the table.

"Minnow. Where's your boyfriend at? Or did you come alone?" His sickening voice came through.

I tensed and stared at him bug eyed. "Tyler," I murmured, "Mike is on the phone with his mother. We are here to talk to you today and pack up my things in my room to take back home." I stated firmly.

"Ha. You know as soon as he finds out the truth about us he's going to flip his shit and run right? No man will ever want you. You are a disgusting whore that has no clue how to keep her fucking legs shut." He spat out as he got off his seat at the kitchen island and stalked toward me.

As soon as he got close Michael walked in the door.

"I can see the talk has already started. Tyler. We are only here to speak with you and leave. There is no need for violence. But if you for any reason will not back away or try to touch Willow, I will beat the fucking shit out you." Michael said raising his voice.

His entire body at that point blocked Tyler from my view.

"You can keep that fucking whore. She's fucking trash that got a fucking broken heart because I didn't like her back in 6th grade." Tyler spit out looking at Michael.

"Tyler. I would have gotten over that. I even tried to date someone else in 7th grade. He broke up with me because he was afraid of you and Ryan." I said softly from behind Michael.

I brought myself to stand beside Michael as I spoke and just in time to see Tyler roll his eyes.

"Whatever." He muttered.

"Tyler. I want to start out by saying that going through what I have gone through with you, Ryan, and my father. I know now with lots of help that none of this was my fault. The only thing I didn't do was say something sooner." I said as I grasped on to Mikey's hand for support.

"It is your fucking fault you slut. Did you tell him about all the times you tried to rape me in the hallway or when you tried to force yourself on me while you were drunk coming home from parties?!" He screamed out.

My heart clenched. I knew he would throw anything back at my face, twist the story around, all just to make it seem like it was my fault. I shook my head and stared at the floor.

In the midst of my thought train I could still hear him yelling. Mikey stood in front of my again as I gathered my thoughts.

Mikey grabbed my hand disrupting me from thinking any further down another rabbit hole. I shook my head to shake me from my thoughts and brought myself to stand next to Mikey again.

I took a deep breath and said, "You can twist the truth all you want Tyler. But you need help. You need to stop what you are doing to me and to my life. You are not allowed anywhere near me. Instead of having a civil conversation so I could tell you how you made me feel after all these years you decided to start a tirade. After this, I'm going to the cops. I can't deal with this anymore. Especially if you aren't willing to get yourself some mental help."

"Fuck you!!!" He screamed and raised his fist and it was coming down hard.

I shielded my face just awaiting the impact but it never came. But I could hear the punch. My Mikey had stood in front of me and took the punch for me.

My eyes widened as I saw Mikey on top of Tyler beating the shit out him.

"Mikey!!! Mikey!!! MICHAEL STOP IT!!!" I screamed.

Michaels fists stopped midair as he was about to take another punch at Tyler.

"Michael. I have to call him an ambulance. You were defending me. If I talk to the same cops that Ryan talked too it will be fine. They will understand better then someone who doesn't know the case." I said quickly grabbing my phone.

A knock came suddenly to the door.

"Police. Please answer the door." A loud voice boomed through the door.