Catch me if I fall

Karamels P.O.V
The next morning I woke up around 10:00 a.m. Frank woke up about ten minutes later. He looked like a mess. His hair was a mess and he looked completely stoned. We sat up, said our hellos and good mornings and I ask him a question that we should have figured out yesterday.
" Wait. What am I going to wear? "
" Crap. We should have thought of this before. "
" Can I go home and get some clothes...?" I asked.
"No! What if that asshole is there and hurts you?" He said, concerned.
" He won't be there. He usually leaves to the bar by now. "
" Hmm, I'll ask Gerard. " He said, pulling out his phone. As he dialed Gerard, I laid down again. Since when did Gerard control my life? Franks conversation with him was just background sounds to my thinking. He soon finished his conversation and told me,
" The guys will be here any minute. We're gonna come with you. Gerard wants you to get a bunch of your shit in a bag. You'll be staying with the Ways. But in the meantime, I'll give you some of my clothes. " He said like it was nothing. WHAT? How am I just gonna be moving everywhere with these boys?
"Ummm, I don't think that's a good idea. " I stated as he tossed a pair of skinnys and a Guns N' Roses shirt.
"And why not?"
"Because I'm already troubling you boys enough! I don't wanna be a bum."
" Karamel, you're no bum. We're doing this for your own good. You have to!" He said. I was about to say something, but there was a knock on his door. Before he opened it, I walked into the bathroom to change. As I was changing, I could hear little bits of their conversation. Such as, 'went to go change, 'and, ' Dads at the bar,' and ' Not a good idea.' I walked out then to see they boys scattered around the room. They each greeted me and I smiled back. Gerard stood up and said,
" Well, let's go." I gave a nod and we walked out of Franks house.
We walked for about fifteen minutes and we got to our street. As we saw the house close by, I pointed to it and said to Frank, "See? No car. He's at the bar."
We got to the door step and I found the spare key I hid, in case he ever locked me out. I opened the door and it was still pretty clean from when I left. The boys followed close by me, still convinced that my dad could be creeping in the house. All was pretty much silent. I looked back at the boys as we entered the living room. Mikey gave me a look as he pointed to a huge red spot on the carpet. I freaked out for a second, then I calmed down. I just said, "Don't worry about it. " Those were blood stains I couldn't get out from where Jakes organs were tossed. We walked up the stairs and approached my bedroom door. Or at least, doorway. My dad had busted it down.
"Motherfucker!" I Yelled. They just looked at me in shock. I just walked over it. They did the same. I reached under my bed and took out a sports bag I had. I had it just in case I ever wanted to actually run away. Because I would really do it. I opened my wardrobe and in went 10 band shirts, 13 pairs of skinnys,my undergarments sleep shorts and an oversized Black Flag shirt, for pajamas . While I did this, the boys looked at all the posters I had up. Both movie and music. Every time Gerard saw one he recognized, his eyes would shimmer. It was kinda cute. I opened my dresser on took out my phone along with the charger. The last thing I needed was in the basement. I walked out and left the boys; they were too in awe of my room. I unlocked the heavy door and walked in. It was dark, cold and creepy. I flipped the switch to turn on the light, it didn't help much, but it did some. I walked to the very back and found what I was looking for. It was Jakes old toy box. As I opened it, It squeaked pretty loud. It actually kinda scared me. Inside was the most precious things to me. The toy I was going to give him (Still unopened), pictures of him and me, his old toys, pictures he drew and other mementos. I folded a picture of him and took the battery cover off my phone. I carefully put it in and put the cover back on. In the box was also a small safe of money. This money was strictly prohibited for use unless it was for a good reason. I wouldn't use it on my dad, myself or even heroin. I was roughly about $600. As I was closing the box, I heard a shriek. I turned around just in time to see Bob smack Frank upside the head.
" The fuck you screaming for?" I exhaled.
"Ta-Ta-Tar..." he stuttered.
"What?" Mikey asked.
"Tarantula!" He screamed pointing to the corner. He then took off running upstairs. Bob went cold and went running upstairs too.
I put my phone in my back pocket, put the money in the bag, and walked over to the corner. It wasn't huge, but It wasn't small either. I let it crawl up my hand and walked upstairs. Bob and Frank were hurdled up in the kitchen as I opened the back door and set the spider free. I walked to the sink and washed my hands. Both boys were still hyperventilating when I walked back down. The other three boys were still laughing at what happened when I walked to the back and got my bag. Before turning back, I pressed a light kiss to the box which had clowns and teddy bears and balloons painted on it. I walked to the boys and said,
"Lets go." They gave a nod and we walked back up. When we got there I saw Bob and Frank looking at a picture hanging on the wall. I walked up to them and saw what picture they were looking at. It was a picture of my little brother. He was playing with a Iron Man action figure. That picture made me smile on the spot.
" Who's this?" Bob asked. I kept my smile.
"My little brother. "
"Where is he? Did that douche take him with him to the bar?" Ray questioned. Still keeping the smile, I shook my head looming down.
"No. He's gone."

Notes

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