" 𝑊ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑡? "

𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝐸𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑒𝑒𝑛

Huh I'm surprised he's not pissed off at me.

"Oh you should say sorry to her dad." Mike said.

Like I said before Mike is so gosh darn adorable.

"Alright that seems fair. I William Afton am sorry what I said about Michael."

"Wait what...." Mike said.

"And I (y/n) (l/n) partially forgive you." I wasn't going to fully forgive him of course.

"Is anyone going to tell me what my dad said?" Mike asked.

"Nope." I said smiling.

Mike crossed his arms.

"Humph no fair."

We got back to Afton's house and William parked his car on the side of the road.

"I need some more space in the garage to do some stuff......"William said.

And I know what that stuff he is talking about. I think he called it remnant.

"Okay dad, I'll be upstairs in my room."

Mike ran though the garage door and was gone.
I walked into the garage while William followed close behind me.

He then grabbed my left hand.
I looked back at him and he was smiling.

"William can you let go of me." I asked nicely.

I thought if I asked nicely he would let me go but nope.

He spun me around and pinned me to the wall next to me.
Both of his hands were on both sides of me.

Heat rushed to my face.

"(y/n) let me tell you something." He said in his deep British voice.

"What?"

"Never tell me what I'm doing right or wrong for my son. I can treat him however I want to because he is MY son."

Instead of me being scared anger took over my body.

"Just because he is your son doesn't mean you can't help him from getting bullied and your excuse to that was "he's old enough to deal with it himself.""

"Grow up Afton."

I can't believe I stood up to a murderer but not the best idea to do.

I could see the anger in his eyes and in an instant I felt a sting in my right cheek.

William had slapped me.

Tears then started to form in my eyes.

"Oh shit (y/n) I'm so sorry." William said as he covered his mouth.

"I don't need your apologies. Your heartless William Afton!"

I then ran out of the garage (and yes he left the door wide open).

I needed to get away.
I just wanted to be alone.
I didn't care if William was running after me or not but I just kept running.

I knew there was a park nearby so I ran to it.
Once there I sat down to catch my breath.
I had ran for about 5 minutes straight to get here.

Tears were still pouring out of my eyes and my face had still hurt from the impact.

I rubbed my eyes and looked around.
There were some kids with their parents and a homeless man or two.

It was peaceful non the less but I was a mess. Today was a mess, I just wanted to go home but why did part of me want to stay?

I got up from the bench I was sitting on.

"I just need to take a small walk to clear my thoughts."

3 hours passed and I wasn't ready to go back.
I was hungry so I walked to a nearby restaurant.
It was cheap which was good so I only had to pay a small amount.

I went back to the park to eat my food.
After eating and walking around some more I checked the time on my phone.

"Wow it's already 9."

"I guess I should go back."

I put my phone back into my pocket and started the walk home.

I got back around 9:25pm and his garage door was still open.

"God if he's dead I wouldn't be surprised." I mumbled to myself.

Everything seemed to be normal.
All his stuff was in the same place as before.

I slowly opened the door leading into Afton's house.
I peeked through and laying on the couch was a drunk William.

"Great he's fucking wasted."

I walked in and he immediately noticed me.

"(y/n) your back?" The drunken William asked.

"Well yeah."

William then sat up

"I'm so happy your back I-I thought you would be gone forever!"

Jesus he is really wasted.

"Listen darling I'm really sorry I had hit you my mind wasn't in the right mind set."

I rolled my eyes.
How sorry is he really.

"Yeah... sure." I said.

"But I really am, I got so upset when you ran off."

I looked at the ground.
There were a bunch of bottles on the ground.

"I can see that."

"So I'm going to check up on Mike." I said.

William smiled.
"Okay sweetheart."

He laid back down and took a sip of beer.

I awkwardly walked past him and then ran up the stairs.

I knocked on Mike's door.

"Go away dad, you're drunk."

"But I'm not your dad." I said.

Then I heard Mike's footsteps run to his door.
He opened it and hugged me.

I smiled and hugged him back.

"Your back!" He exclaimed.

"Yup I just went for a small walk."

Mike looked at me.
"A 6 hour walk?"

I ruffled his hair like usually.

"I had a lot of stuff on my mind."

"Understandable." He said.

"Hey I was wondering if I could stay in your room until your dad gets a little less drunk?" I asked.

Mike opened his door more.

"Yes of course, he gets weird when he is drunk."

I walked in and he closed the door.

"So I assume he told you what happened?" I questioned Mike.

"Meh more like I over hear him babbling to himself say "She hates me, she hates me, I shouldn't have slapped her." and stuff like that." Mike shrugged.

Damn that must be hard for Mike to hear.

"So I guess he hit you?" Mike asked me.

I nodded my head.

Mike then hugged me again.

"I'm sorry that happened (y/n), I'll try and protect you next time."

I gave him a small grin.
"Thanks Mike."