Mike grabbed Micky's wrists again, where he still had bruises from before. Micky yelped in pain and looked at Mike with wide, terrified eyes.

"Do you think this some sorta fuckin' game?" Mike demanded. His grip on Micky's wrists got tighter and tighter with each second and Micky felt hot tears roll down his cheeks.

"M-Mike, you're h-hurting me," Micky cried. Mike glared at Micky for a few more long, terrifying seconds before pushing Micky away. He cried out as his head made contact with the wall with a thud. His hand went up to the back of his head, trying to soothe the pain.

The stranger glared at Micky for awhile longer before he huffed and got up. As soon as he did, the bedroom door was thrown open.

"Michael!"

Rebecca.