All That's Left Of Yesterday
When you crumble away under pressure, you need to borrow my strength
Gerard's P.O.V.
So today's the day. Another court case, only this one is going to be different. This one is definitely going to go our way. I know that Mikey is terrified after what happened with Frank but I won't let it go until this monster is locked away for life.
The door opens to reveal Mikey standing pale faced. I walk over to him and put my arms around his neck.
"Are you okay, Mikey?" I whisper as he wraps his arms around my waist. I see him struggle for words before settling with a nod and then burying his face in my neck. I could stay stood like this forever but I pull back from him and smile encouragingly, a smile which is not returned.
"Don't worry," I tell him, straightening his collar. Despite the situation, I can't help but think about how adorable he looks in a suit.
I let my hand fall to my sides, interlocking my fingers with his.
"I'll be here for you the whole time, and it will be okay." I get a brief half-hearted smile - well that's better than nothing - as he nods again and allows me to lead him to the car.
Frank's P.O.V.
Today's the day. Bob's trial. He doesn't seem too fussed really but I know that it is bugging him more than he's letting on and I'm worried for him. We have become a lot closer friends since the kiss, which is strange because it didn't actually mean anything to either of us. I guess in that moment we were just being totally honest about who we were. And he's all that I've got in here; in fact, he's all that I've got anywhere now.
"Are you okay?" I ask for probably the hundredth time, getting the same "Yes Frank, I'm fine" that I have each time.
"Why don't I come with you?" I continue. "You know, for moral support." I know that normally they would never allow a prisoner in to watch a trial, but even the prison guards don't mess with Bob.
He looks at me, bemused at first, chuckling until he realises that I am serious.
"Yeah," he responds. "Yeah, sure. Okay then, thanks." He smiles and I have never seen him smile like this before; sincere, honest and grateful and I wonder if anyone has shown him true kindness before. After all, we all have our reasons for ending up criminals.
Only a few hours later, I find myself sat in another court room, only this time I am merely an observer. Sure, an observer with a pair of prison guards watching my every move and a row at the back purely for the 3 of us, but then again, I am an attempted murderer. I observe the room, seeing only the backs of people's heads but even from this vantage point, my mind plays tricks on me and I swear that the one guy at the front looks like Gerard. Strange, clearly I've been away from the world for too long.
The doors open up and Bob comes through the door, surrounded by prison guards and his lawyer, the same one that managed to get me off with such a short amount of time. Bob gives me a nervous smile, to which I respond with a quick, yet encouraging thumbs up before he takes his seat. The door then opens again for whom I assume will be the prosecute and their lawyer. I look up at the doorway and my heart stops.
Mikey freezes where he is standing, the colour draining from his face as his eyes fix with mine. I glance quizically from him, to Bob and back to Mikey again as slowly, realisation hits me.
So today's the day. Another court case, only this one is going to be different. This one is definitely going to go our way. I know that Mikey is terrified after what happened with Frank but I won't let it go until this monster is locked away for life.
The door opens to reveal Mikey standing pale faced. I walk over to him and put my arms around his neck.
"Are you okay, Mikey?" I whisper as he wraps his arms around my waist. I see him struggle for words before settling with a nod and then burying his face in my neck. I could stay stood like this forever but I pull back from him and smile encouragingly, a smile which is not returned.
"Don't worry," I tell him, straightening his collar. Despite the situation, I can't help but think about how adorable he looks in a suit.
I let my hand fall to my sides, interlocking my fingers with his.
"I'll be here for you the whole time, and it will be okay." I get a brief half-hearted smile - well that's better than nothing - as he nods again and allows me to lead him to the car.
Frank's P.O.V.
Today's the day. Bob's trial. He doesn't seem too fussed really but I know that it is bugging him more than he's letting on and I'm worried for him. We have become a lot closer friends since the kiss, which is strange because it didn't actually mean anything to either of us. I guess in that moment we were just being totally honest about who we were. And he's all that I've got in here; in fact, he's all that I've got anywhere now.
"Are you okay?" I ask for probably the hundredth time, getting the same "Yes Frank, I'm fine" that I have each time.
"Why don't I come with you?" I continue. "You know, for moral support." I know that normally they would never allow a prisoner in to watch a trial, but even the prison guards don't mess with Bob.
He looks at me, bemused at first, chuckling until he realises that I am serious.
"Yeah," he responds. "Yeah, sure. Okay then, thanks." He smiles and I have never seen him smile like this before; sincere, honest and grateful and I wonder if anyone has shown him true kindness before. After all, we all have our reasons for ending up criminals.
Only a few hours later, I find myself sat in another court room, only this time I am merely an observer. Sure, an observer with a pair of prison guards watching my every move and a row at the back purely for the 3 of us, but then again, I am an attempted murderer. I observe the room, seeing only the backs of people's heads but even from this vantage point, my mind plays tricks on me and I swear that the one guy at the front looks like Gerard. Strange, clearly I've been away from the world for too long.
The doors open up and Bob comes through the door, surrounded by prison guards and his lawyer, the same one that managed to get me off with such a short amount of time. Bob gives me a nervous smile, to which I respond with a quick, yet encouraging thumbs up before he takes his seat. The door then opens again for whom I assume will be the prosecute and their lawyer. I look up at the doorway and my heart stops.
Mikey freezes where he is standing, the colour draining from his face as his eyes fix with mine. I glance quizically from him, to Bob and back to Mikey again as slowly, realisation hits me.
Notes
A/N: Sorry, college days are long and while I am taking my laptop so I can write up the chapters, I don't have internet connection to upload them. But I'm working on it~DemolitionAngels xx
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