The only Hope

Gerard’s pov:

I just had to walk out of that room. The fear in her eyes even scared the shit out of me.

I went to the bathroom again and cleaned up after myself. There were still some dirty clothes and my towels were still on the ground.

I came across myself in the mirror and stared at my reflection for a while. I placed myself closer to the mirror and above the sink that was in front of.

“Shit.” I hissed and I looked at the ground.

The look in her eyes… I had only seen that once before in my entire life. I shook my head, definitely didn’t want to think about that.

“Hey.” Mikey had snuck up behind me. “You okay?”

“Yeah. It’s just… Her eyes man… She was terrified and I wonder…”

“You wonder what or who she could be so afraid of, I know. That’s typically you. My guess is Korse.”

I smiled. My brother knows me more than anybody else. Sometimes it’s shocking he knows so much about me, at other times it’s just obvious.

“You’re thinking about mom again, are you?” Mikey’s voice was very quiet now, like he actually didn’t want to talk about it.

“Yeah…” I sighed.

“Is that why you took her here? Because I think she can protect and take care of herself pretty damn good.” This wasn’t a sneer. This sounded more like a complement towards her.

“I just want her to get back on track. She is definitely trained, you saw that too, right?” Mikey nodded. “Well, when she has regained strength she will go her own way again, I hope. But for now…”

Mikey headed towards the bathroom door. “You know Gerard, you didn’t actually answer my question.”

I looked up at him. “Yes I did.” At least… I think I did.

“No, you didn’t.” Mikey stared at the wall. “I asked you if what happened to mom had anything to do with this. You answered with telling me you want to get her back on track.”

“Fine, then yes. Mom looked just as terrified.” My voice cracked.

“I know, Gerard.” Mikey looked at me again. He was almost crying, I could tell. He walked towards cupboard that was filled with towels. He turned on the water and dipped the towel in the cold water in the sink.

“Here, give her this. She looked like she was sweating from every inch of her body.” Mikey then left the bathroom.

I smiled and spoke to myself softly. “He cares.”

I walked into her room again, first hesitating while standing in the doorway, but then I gave her the wet towel.

“Here.” I said and I tried to smile at her.

“Thanks…” She immediately put the towel on her face and arms. I could see she enjoyed the coldness of the towel, but she was also in pain.

“We’ll leave you alone now. You said you didn’t need anything, right?” Ray suddenly spoke.

“Yeah, right. Thanks anyway.” Wow, talk about a change of attitude.

We walked out of the room, but before Frank completely closed the door he said something.

“Just get some more rest, tomorrow we’ll wake you. And don’t have a bad dream again, okay? Because this time you will wake us up I’m afraid.” He smiled at me.

“It wasn’t a dream.” I heard her say.

“What?” Don’t say it. Please don’t say that the horror in your eyes happened to you in real life.

“It was a flashback.”

Frank closed the door. “Oh shit.”

Ray shook his head. “I told you something happened to her. I told you! So please tell Mikey to back off, because she is damaged goods man.” I know he was talking to me.

“Believe me, Mikey cares more than he shows.” My voice sounded somewhat angry, I didn’t mean for that to happen.

“I’m sorry. Look, it’s you and Mikey tomorrow, okay? Just please don’t fight. Frank and I will be here. We have to check her wounds again and we’ll talk to her about everything that happened.”

Ray sighed. “Gotcha, goodnight then.”

“Goodnight!” Frank was already on his way to his room.

“Yeah, goodnight…” I mumbled. I guess Mikey was already off to bed.

I entered my room and sat on my bed for a while. I had no desire to sleep whatsoever… Eventually I decided to lie down, but I still wasn’t tired. I was thinking about the next day. Ray and Mikey would be gone almost the entire day. Frank and I would be here with the girl. We gave her enough space today, tomorrow I wanted answers. What is her name? Why was she in that building? Where did she come from? Was she trained and by who? So many questions…And her wounds, of course. She needed to shower or at least wash herself, clean her skin. Her clothes… Well, she was wearing my clothes for now. Maybe I could ask Ray and Mikey to get some clothes for her while they are on their way. Ugh… Too much to think of. This is going to be a long night.

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