"R-Ray," Mikey muttered in return. I was shocked. Why the fuck would that sick bastard hurt MY brother?
"I'll make that fucker pay," I heard Frank mutter from behind me. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Frank storm out if the house. I looked up at him, then back at Mikey, deciding if I should follow him or not. I really didn't want to leave Mikey, but I also didn't want Frank to get hurt.
"Just go," Mikey whimpered. "Make sure he's not gonna get hurt. I'll be waiting here." I gave Mikey a small half smile and ran out. I ran to the one place I knew I'd find Frank.

Ray's house.

As soon as I got there, I slammed the door open.
"Ray! Fuck off my boyfriend!" I roared as I noticed him about to fucking stab Frank.
"What makes you think I'm going to put down this knife? Your pitty commands mean nothing to me!" I lunged over at Ray in anger. I tackled him off Frank, me now on top of him. He had a scared look on his face, but it was somewhat masked.
"Don't you ever fucking touch my brother, you hear me?"
Ray chuckled a little in response.
"Whats that faggot gonna do about it? He can't fight!"
"Yes. I. Fucking. Can." I heard a gun cock. I looked up and I noticed Mikey aiming the gun at Ray.
"Mikey, no!" I shouted. It was too late. Before my eyes, I noticed Ray, laying in front of me, dead.