Beautiful Distraction

Brendon was fucking insane. i wasn't going to kill Gerard. I've hurt him enough and don't need to let alone kill him. Gerard tried to speak again but his words were again muffled by the duct tape that covered his mouth. he made a small hissing sound when i pulled it off. "Gerard, what the fuck happened?" i asked as i began to untie his hands.
"well after our fight i went to a bar and had a few drinks, before i knew it, i had passed out somewhere. i guess Brendon found me and took me here and tied me up. you aren't going to kill me are you?"
"of course not. is there anyway out of here?"
"i don't thinks so. only the door which is fucking locked." i got all of the roped off of him and he stood up and hugged me. "I'm so sorry Rose. i should've never brought you here. i knew that Brendon would be bad news."
"i love you , Gee."
"i love you too."
"so we only have a few hours until both of our deaths?"
"most likely." we both sat down on the floor, him holding me in his arms.
"why did you take so long to tell me that you love me?" i asked him.
"i didn't think you were gonna love me back." neither of us spoke for a while.
"where will be going if we do make it out of here alive?"
" i was thinking we could could drive back to my hometown, and maybe stay there for a while."
" like, just stop traveling for a while. no more crime, no more selling me?" he nodded. "I'd like that." i could feel him start to hold me tighter. "Brendon told me when you were 17 you killed your family and ran away..."
"...i-i did..." he muttered.
"could you maybe tell me what happened? you've never really told me about yourself before we met."
"well i was born and raised in New Jersey. i had a little brother named Mikey who i really loved. both my parents were on the verge of divorce and were constantly fighting and yelling at each other. i only really had my brother. i didn't have any friends in or outside of school. i mean, we did everything together. i couldn't imagine my life without him. i was 17 and, had found out i was bipolar. one night, my parents had a really bad fight. i had just had enough of it, so i got a gun i had in my closet and shot them both in their sleep." he didn't cry. i don't think he actually could. "the next morning i hear Mikey scream and later that night, he overdosed... i-i didn't want anyone to die...i just had enough, and Mikey's death was because of me...the next day before the police came, i took the car and left and had no choice but to start a life of crime."
"wait, if we go back to you r old town, aren't you most likely to be arrested?"
"not really. i went back there a few years back and no one questioned anything. i did however leave a note saying that i didn't see the killers face and that i ran away to somewhere in New York before i left."
"how may stated are you wanted in again?" i asked.
"16"
"and how many know what your real name is?"
"only Kansas. i think we'll be fine. plus with all my real crimes i committed, i had different hair styles and either starved myself or gained weight so i had a different appearance each time."
"i fucking love you." i said to him.
"you too, sugar." and he leaned in to kiss me.

Notes

yo bros, more to come soon. man i can't stop listening to Let's Dance To Joy Division by The Wombats. its just so fucking good. well be sure to comment telling me what you think and what might happen next. and if you like it be sure to rate and subscribe! much love yall