All That's Left Of Yesterday
So I look to the world outside and all of a sudden I'm meeting my inside
Gerard's P.O.V.
I realized a while after I swore to kill the guy that has hurt my brother that I don't know anything about him; his name, his age, what he looks like; nothing. Mikey's told me a bit but certainly not enough to find him, which is why I'm so relieved that the cops found him for me. They show up at the house with him; a bulky man, it takes three men to restrain him.
I know who he is as soon as Mikey sees him. A high-pitched squeal escapes his throat and he moves right up close to me. I take his hand rub my thumb over his knuckles, trying to calm him.
"Michael Way?" one of the officers asks. He looks at them with his puppy-dog eyes.
"Is this the man that raped you?" Well, cops sure don't beat around the bush. Mikey's eyes meet the man's and his lip trembles as he nods slowly.
Every rational thought leaves my head and I lunge at him. I'm vaguely aware of the cops trying to hold me back as I grasp for his neck but I don't want to stop. I want him dead. It's not until Mikey grabs my arm, gently pulling me back that I come to my senses. My eyes meet his and I see tears welling up in them, he's so scared. All I want is to hold him and kiss him and tell him that everything is going to be alright. But I can't right now, not whilst the cops are here.
Frank's P.O.V.
I've been told that I'm getting a new cell mate. I'm not overly excited about this if I'm honest, I mean they could be nice but I hold no high hopes. No one here is ever particularly nice to me, but then again, 'nice' doesn't get a man locked up, does it? I always got by, knowing that I had my own, personal place here and now even that's being taken away. Anyway, if there are nice people here it's safe to say that I haven't had much luck with meeting them, what with Pedicone and the guards. Knowing my luck I'll get given some mass murderer or something.
My door opens and three guards shove a guy inside; clearly my new cell mate. I instantly dislike him. He looks mean; broad with short blond hair.
"So, uh, what are you in for?" I ask after the guards leave. I suppose if we're going to be technically living together then I should at least get to know him a bit.
"Rape," he says bluntly and my blood runs cold. I've seen what rape can do to a person. What it did to my Mikey. The guy who raped him and the guy I'm now sharing a cell with, they are the same type of people and they make me sick.
"What about you?" he asks. "What did you do?"
"Shot someone," I murmur.
"Did they die?" he asks, still just as blunt. I shake my head, avoiding his eyes but staring at my feet.
"I didn't even shoot the right person," I tell him. "I meant to shoot this guy cause he hurt my... My girl..." I know that I'll probably regret saying that later but I get the feeling that I shouldn't let this man know that I'm gay. "He hurt her. His own, er, sister. And then I found them together. You know. Together, together. I kinda flipped. I tried to shoot him but I ended up shooting... Shooting her instead."
I look sheepishly up at him and for a moment he just looks back at me like he's trying to figure me out but them his face breaks into a smile and he laughs.
"Man, you're in deep shit there," he chuckles. "So anyway, what's your name?"
"Frank," I mutter, turning red.
"I'm Bob," he says, and then with another chuckle he adds, "well Frankie, I think we're gonna be good friends."
I realized a while after I swore to kill the guy that has hurt my brother that I don't know anything about him; his name, his age, what he looks like; nothing. Mikey's told me a bit but certainly not enough to find him, which is why I'm so relieved that the cops found him for me. They show up at the house with him; a bulky man, it takes three men to restrain him.
I know who he is as soon as Mikey sees him. A high-pitched squeal escapes his throat and he moves right up close to me. I take his hand rub my thumb over his knuckles, trying to calm him.
"Michael Way?" one of the officers asks. He looks at them with his puppy-dog eyes.
"Is this the man that raped you?" Well, cops sure don't beat around the bush. Mikey's eyes meet the man's and his lip trembles as he nods slowly.
Every rational thought leaves my head and I lunge at him. I'm vaguely aware of the cops trying to hold me back as I grasp for his neck but I don't want to stop. I want him dead. It's not until Mikey grabs my arm, gently pulling me back that I come to my senses. My eyes meet his and I see tears welling up in them, he's so scared. All I want is to hold him and kiss him and tell him that everything is going to be alright. But I can't right now, not whilst the cops are here.
Frank's P.O.V.
I've been told that I'm getting a new cell mate. I'm not overly excited about this if I'm honest, I mean they could be nice but I hold no high hopes. No one here is ever particularly nice to me, but then again, 'nice' doesn't get a man locked up, does it? I always got by, knowing that I had my own, personal place here and now even that's being taken away. Anyway, if there are nice people here it's safe to say that I haven't had much luck with meeting them, what with Pedicone and the guards. Knowing my luck I'll get given some mass murderer or something.
My door opens and three guards shove a guy inside; clearly my new cell mate. I instantly dislike him. He looks mean; broad with short blond hair.
"So, uh, what are you in for?" I ask after the guards leave. I suppose if we're going to be technically living together then I should at least get to know him a bit.
"Rape," he says bluntly and my blood runs cold. I've seen what rape can do to a person. What it did to my Mikey. The guy who raped him and the guy I'm now sharing a cell with, they are the same type of people and they make me sick.
"What about you?" he asks. "What did you do?"
"Shot someone," I murmur.
"Did they die?" he asks, still just as blunt. I shake my head, avoiding his eyes but staring at my feet.
"I didn't even shoot the right person," I tell him. "I meant to shoot this guy cause he hurt my... My girl..." I know that I'll probably regret saying that later but I get the feeling that I shouldn't let this man know that I'm gay. "He hurt her. His own, er, sister. And then I found them together. You know. Together, together. I kinda flipped. I tried to shoot him but I ended up shooting... Shooting her instead."
I look sheepishly up at him and for a moment he just looks back at me like he's trying to figure me out but them his face breaks into a smile and he laughs.
"Man, you're in deep shit there," he chuckles. "So anyway, what's your name?"
"Frank," I mutter, turning red.
"I'm Bob," he says, and then with another chuckle he adds, "well Frankie, I think we're gonna be good friends."
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