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[Mike Spruill]

Mike had done something stupid. He went home. He had thought no one would be there. So he went home right after school. Well to his dad's house. He needed something for school. One of his text books. Something he never thought he would need, but he did and even though he could have asked someone to share a text book, Mike had been too proud. He had used some money her got for a bicycle which was working out well right now. He finally had a job. Part time but it was a job by the pier.

Mike had done something stupid by going home. Both his dads had been there and they were pissed and they took it out on Mike...a lot. It ended with them throwing him out the front door, telling him to come home when he is ready to say he is sorry for acting like a spoiled brat. He had gone home during lunch, which was why he had not seen dare. he laid outside for a long time, and when he finally got up, he could barely ride his bike. it was not easy.

Lucky for Mike he had a high tolerance for pain. For physical pain anyway. It hurt like hell, but the boat was closer then school. Mike got there dropped his bike and practically crawled the rest of the way onto the boat. From there he laid down on the couch in the dining room, or living room of the boat. He passed out there and came too when he heard someone speaking. It could be a stranger or someone he knew...he could not make out the voice..."ow...that hurts..." was all he could say...

[Dare Madison]

Dare's eyes teared up as he stood next to his passed out lover. He held a bowl of ice with a rag in it. He knelt beside the couch and squeezed out the extra water before placing it upon one of the new bruises. If there was a way to make Mike's parents pay for what they did, Dare would find a way. He had a new cause dear to his heart and Mike would not continue to be hurt anymore. He gently cared for Mike and listened to the lap of the waves against the side of the boat. He could understand it's restful allure. "I love you, Mike. I am here to take care of you now, love.

[Dare Madison]

Maddog cursed as he hung up the phone. H e felt like he was spying on his son which he didn’t believe in. Walking down the pier he slung his leg over the boat side and then entered the ‘house’ part of the boat. It was nice. He was surprised that it was owned by a high school student. “How is everything?”he asked. Dare looked surprised at his appearance and said nothing. “Tony thought it best I get told,” Maddogg said and went to give his son a quick hug. “He has a lot of bruises, but I think he’s ok,” Dare said softly with no hidden resentment. He appreciated his father caring. “I will stay in case the parents show up again, “ he promised, thinking an adult was needed. Besides if they touched Dare he would end up on Death Row which wasn’t a good thing.

[Mike Spruill]

Mike's eyes finally came into focus and he saw Dare. He could feel the cold rags against his skin. Mike heard what Dare had said, but was unable to process the meaning behind the words. Mike was just in pain. Like always. he would wake up tomorrow and ignore the pain. The same song and dance he had done for years. "Thank you." Mike breathed out softly. He passed out briefly and came to to see Dare hugging his dad.

Mike moved a little but it hurt. "Not exactly the way I wanted to meet your dad." Mike smirked and laughed a little, "Ow...hurts to laugh." Of course it did. He had bruises almost all over his body. Okay that was an exaggeration but he was covered in some new bruises. Mike was shocked at how bad he was taking this beating. Apparently he had gotten so use to not getting beat, but it was all coming back to him now.


"They...won't come...I went there...had to get stuff for school. Didn't know they were home." Mike confessed. "Came here on my bike...then...stopped." Meaning this is as far as he could get before he passed out. He reached out to touch Dare, "Nice face to wake up too." he smiled as his eyes drifted closed again. He would be in and out. Nothing new.

[Dare Madison]

Not wanting to leave Mike even long enough to find pain reliever, Dare asked Maddog to find it. The rocker began to investigate, pleased at how clean the place was. Yes there was a bar, but there was no pharmaceuticals lying about. He found some prescription strength Ibuprofen but that was it and he brought some out to Mike. "Here, these will ease some of the pain, he said and helped Mike to sit and swallow them along with some coke. He found a couple of throws as Dare was shivering. Covering them up, he grinned and turned the stereo on, something he couldn't live without.

[Mike Spruill]

Mike tool the pills. He should not have pain killers anyone. That would feed an addiction he was fighting. Mike opened his eyes finally and looked around. "Thanks...for staying." He said to Dare. "It will be better tomorrow. I am use to it, but thanks..." Mike had never had someone there to lick his wounds so to speak. It was mice. "Nice to finally meet you sir." Mike said not sure if he had said it before or not. Everything was still a tad bit fuzzy. but the pain was going down a little so it was easier to think now.

Mike sat up against the couch. "Kian really does have a comfortable boat. i need to do something for him...to thank him for letting me stay here.' He really did owe Kian. He knew for a fact he could not stay home much longer and have taken those beatings. Mike now had a way out. Sure he got beat just a few hours ago, but...he had a way out...before he had no way out.

"I was hoping to take you out this evening to celebrate that i got a job, but...you mind if we stay in." He said. "Maybe I could get to know your dad a little." Mike wondered. It was not like he could go walking around anyway. He needed rest, but he also felt bad since he had promised to take Dare out...on a proper date and he hadn't done it yet.

[Dare Madison]

Staying in is fine but we need to tell Evan," Dare said with a glance at his father who nodded. Dare smiled and pulled out his phone. "Hey Evan can you come meet us on Kian's boat. We're going to order some food and maybe play some boardgames," he said, leaving a message.

[Evan Hughes]

After his and Brittany’s mad fun afternoon, during which they started just a small part of their revenge on Aly (he almost wished he could see the look on her face when she opened up her bag and saw the dead baby mice, but that would mean actually going to a cheerleader’s party, and nothing was worth inflicting himself with that kind of torture), Evan figured he’d spend his night binging on candy and watching movies. Just a usual night in, really.

But just as he started to get himself settled, he noticed his phone had a little flashing screen and checking his movies, figured his plans had been changed. Dare didn’t say who ‘we’ was, but given it was Kian’s boat, faintly remembering something about Kian and Connor going to Haley’s party, and knowing Dare’s love of another of his friend’s, he could only guess it was Mike. And something about Dare’s tone made him think something was wrong.

He got ready (ie put on a jacket) and headed out the door, grabbing a few important supplies first. And it wasn’t long before he was climbing, not so gracefully, onto the boat. “I’m here! And I got candy! Where are you guys?”

[Dare Madison]

Dare jumped up and rushed to hug Evan. “Thanks for coming,” he said, breathlessly.

Maddog rose more slowly and joined them. “I hear you’re the next big drummer…. Evan?” he said his eyes crinkled up, smiling. He held out his hand to the younger drummer. “What are you in the mood to eat?”

“Mike is kinda beat up, which is why we are staying in.” Dare said in a low voice.

[Mike Spruill]

There was no mistaking Mike had been in a fight. He looked all sorts of beaten up. It was pretty obvious he had his ass kicked. Going to school on Friday would be fun. He could imagine the fifty million questions he would get about the fight, and that was not counting teachers. School officials had been thinking something had been going on at his home for a long time, but Mike always denied anything wrong going on. He was not sure he could really talk about it. Sure he could say it, but to talk about it...forget it. Which is why Mike was glad dare did not ask questions.

He was happy when Evan arrived too. "You said the magic words...candy...get over here and share." Mike said smiling. "You look extra happy...did your mom give you chocolate milk for breakfast." Mike said laughing. "Don't mind the bruises. I got into a fight with a nun and the nun kicked my ass....never mess with a nun...thats my advice for the day." Mike said laughing as he moved to one side to make more room on the couch.

"Kian left me a good DVD and video game collection, so what ever you both want to do is fine by me." He was not picky in this moment, just as long as he did not have to move a lot. it hurt to bend in anyway shape, or form.