All That's Left Of Yesterday
What if I fell to the floor, couldn't take this anymore, what would you do?
Frank's P.O.V.
I dance away my sorrows, grinding against some guy who isn't even that good looking. My mind's racing. If Mikey feels the same way about me then why would he be acting like this? But if he doesn't then why has he stuck around? Maybe he didn't even hear me say I love him because of Gerard's arrival. But then why would we need to talk about it later? Seeing the way he's been today maybe he's still in love with Gerard. Maybe it's deeper than I thought. It doesn't seem so unlikely to me anymore; my perspective on love has definitely changed...
I jump as I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"Is Mikey with you?" Gerard asks. I look round to make sure, already knowing the answer before shaking my head. "I can't find him," he tells me. "I went for a smoke and when I came back he was gone. I thought maybe he'd gone to the bathroom or something but that was half an hour ago." I can hear the worry in his voice and it scares me.
We check round the whole club but we can't find Mikey anywhere. We head outside to try calling him. I dial the number and Gerard and I both turn as a phone rings somewhere behind us. As I hang up and the ringing stops. I start shaking, fearing the worst as we walk towards where the sound came from. We find ourselves in an alley. I hear sobs which turn to whimpers as I walk forwards.
My eyes fall upon a figure curled in the corner of the alley, its naked body bleeding from multiple cuts. I realise who it is and run towards Mikey, placing a hand on him to calm him down. It does the complete opposite as he stifles a scream which turns to louder sobs.
"Please. Not again. Don't hurt me anymore, I can't take it," he whimpers. It breaks my heart to see him so scared. Tears start pouring out of my eyes.
"It's okay Mikes, it's me. It's Frankie. You're safe now." Mikey looks up at me and throws his arms around me, crying into my shirt. I drape my coat around him and rub his back to calm him.
"I've called 911," Gerard tells us as he walks over. "What happened?" he asks, tears flooding from his eyes too.
"He... Hurt me..." Mikey tells us. "He... Raped... Me..."
I clench my fists, wanting to kill whichever son of a bitch’s done this to my Mikey. Why did I leave him? Why did I not find him in time? I should have been with him, this is all my fault.
I dance away my sorrows, grinding against some guy who isn't even that good looking. My mind's racing. If Mikey feels the same way about me then why would he be acting like this? But if he doesn't then why has he stuck around? Maybe he didn't even hear me say I love him because of Gerard's arrival. But then why would we need to talk about it later? Seeing the way he's been today maybe he's still in love with Gerard. Maybe it's deeper than I thought. It doesn't seem so unlikely to me anymore; my perspective on love has definitely changed...
I jump as I feel a tap on my shoulder.
"Is Mikey with you?" Gerard asks. I look round to make sure, already knowing the answer before shaking my head. "I can't find him," he tells me. "I went for a smoke and when I came back he was gone. I thought maybe he'd gone to the bathroom or something but that was half an hour ago." I can hear the worry in his voice and it scares me.
We check round the whole club but we can't find Mikey anywhere. We head outside to try calling him. I dial the number and Gerard and I both turn as a phone rings somewhere behind us. As I hang up and the ringing stops. I start shaking, fearing the worst as we walk towards where the sound came from. We find ourselves in an alley. I hear sobs which turn to whimpers as I walk forwards.
My eyes fall upon a figure curled in the corner of the alley, its naked body bleeding from multiple cuts. I realise who it is and run towards Mikey, placing a hand on him to calm him down. It does the complete opposite as he stifles a scream which turns to louder sobs.
"Please. Not again. Don't hurt me anymore, I can't take it," he whimpers. It breaks my heart to see him so scared. Tears start pouring out of my eyes.
"It's okay Mikes, it's me. It's Frankie. You're safe now." Mikey looks up at me and throws his arms around me, crying into my shirt. I drape my coat around him and rub his back to calm him.
"I've called 911," Gerard tells us as he walks over. "What happened?" he asks, tears flooding from his eyes too.
"He... Hurt me..." Mikey tells us. "He... Raped... Me..."
I clench my fists, wanting to kill whichever son of a bitch’s done this to my Mikey. Why did I leave him? Why did I not find him in time? I should have been with him, this is all my fault.
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