You're Never Gonna Fit In Much, Kid!

As the four of them stood there in utter disbelieve, Christine blamed herself for frank's condition worsening. He was very pale, as if he had seen a ghost, and the blood from the corner of his eye had dribbled down the side of his face and was now staining his Metallica shirt. She hadn't even bothered checking to see if he was okay before she even started to begin a conversation with mikey. She should of done a lot more things than she actually did do. Her mind was racing with everything that she should of done to prevent frank's condition from worsening, that is until she was snapped out of her thoughts and back into reality by a very deep voice.

"Hey let's get him into my car, we can drive back to the house and patch him up." Christine looked up to see who had spoken and was amazed to find that the deep voice belonged to a bloke who owned an Afro. Not that was a bad thing, Christine thought to herself.

"Yeah that sounds good guys. You two sit in the passenger and driver seat, and me and Christine will sit in the back in order to support frank." Mikey replied.

All Christine could reply with was an "hmm" before they all plodded into the car and headed towards their destination of what the Afro haired man had described as "the house". Nobody making any effort to make a conversation, Christine took this as her key to look out of the window and pretend to be interested in the outside world that surrounded her.

****10 mins later****

The car halted and the two people at the front of the car jumped out. The Afro dude opened the back doors helping to support frank with them, while the black haired dude ran to the front door of "the house" and waited for all of them to enter.

Once they were all in the house, Christine and mikey guided frank to the couch and rested his head on a couple hundred of pillows. Mikey then proceeded to pacing around the room while the other two dudes went to fetch the equipment that they needed in order to patch frank up. Christine took this as an opportunity to find out who these men where before she asked for there help. She knew mikey knew them, but she didn't and that worried her.

"Mikey, who are the men who met us in the school gates? I never got their names!" Christine asked as politely as she possibly could.

"Oh yeah.... Sorry about that... Um... Well... The black haired dude is called Gerard and he is my older brother. And,.... Um... The dude with the Afro is called ray." Mikey stuttered.

Christine replied with a simple nod of the head but the sudden change of Mikey concerned her, however she didn't show this and she carried on monitoring both mikey and frank, until the too men re entered the room.

Ray went straight to frank and started using the anti septic wipes from the first aid kit, to clean up the dried blood off of his face. Whilst Gerard seemed less concerned about frank and proceeded to comfort mikey. Christine just stood by the window watching them all, and analysing the whole situation. She had gotten into a car with men she didn't actually know. She had left the "safety" of the school premises to aid a fellow student who she hadn't actually met outside of school before and had only spoken to a couple of times before the incident, and now she was in a strangers house watching everything as she wondered what the fuck she was actually going to do. If her step dad finds out she will be in big trouble.

After about 10 minutes of everyone standing around waiting, ray finished patching frank up and Christine went over to take a look. He looked good as new, almost as if the incident had never occurred. The blood that was originally dribbling down his face had been cleaned off and the cut on his eye was latched up. He was wearing a different top than before so Christine figured that ray must of changed his top and was now cleaning the Metallica shirt that was soaked in blood.

Once they were all satisfied that frank was going to be okay, they all proceeded into the kitchen to have a well earned cup of coffee.

After a few minutes, Christine felt her phone vibrate. She took her phone out of her pocket and her stomach immediately become knotted when she looked at the caller ID.

The person who was ringing her had been missing for 3 years. The person who was ringing her had left her in the mess that surrounded her on her own. The person who was ringing her showed up as "MUM".

The next thing Christine new was everything starting to go black, and the 3 figures who were in the rushing over to her and a ever so weak and quiet voice asking if "she was okay".

Then there was the darkness. And a too familiar silence.

Notes

Hope you all had a good Christmas and a new year! Let's hope this year will be good for all of you :)