We're All Full Of Lies

My body shot up from hovering over Gerard, I was on my feet in seconds and dashing frantically around the unknown labyrinth of the house. I forced open every door, inspected every room, only to be met with the same thing; nothing. I bent over puffing, my hands on my knees holding up my upper body. I fell into a coughing fit every time I tried to swallow some saliva to soothe the burning in the back of my throat.

Emotions began to wreak havoc inside me; I was infuriated at whoever was pulling these stunts and now currently had Mikey. But I was also on the edge of falling to the ground and caving in on myself, just letting the tears pool on the cold wooden floor, let the wails escape my lips, but I couldn’t, crying wouldn’t do anyone any good in this situation, neither would unfathomable anger. I had to suppress everything I felt, I had to be reasonable, if not for my sake than for everyone else’s.

I walked back into the living room and knelt down next to Frank who was still crying over Gerard’s mangled body. I placed my fingers on his throat to check his pulse. It had sped up somewhat than before, meaning the blood loss had slowed.

“He’s going to be fine Frank, stop with the tears, we need to get him awake” I said nonchalantly, I didn’t meant to sound rude about his crying but he needed to be calm, crying wasn’t going to help Gerard wake up any faster.

Frank looked up at me slightly offended. I wiped away the warm droplets from his cheeks and held his face in my hands, “I don’t mean to be insensitive Frank, but we need to get him awake and it’s hard to concentrate if you’re whimpering and sniffling, I understand this is hard but we need to move fast, every second he’s unconscious, Mikey is in even more danger”.

Frank pulled away from my grip and looked at Gerard, “I’m sorry Gee” he whispered before balling his hand into tight fist. Before I could even register what was happening Frank had punched Gerard square in the jaw causing a deep moan to escape the older man’s bloody lips.
Frank began to go in for another hit before I grasped onto his forearm.
“Jesus Frank! What are you doing!?”
“You said we needed to wake him up”
“I didn’t think you’d punch him in the damn face”
“Well it worked didn’t it” Frank smiled as Gerard’s body began to wriggle and twitch.

His mouth opened slightly followed by the fluttering of his eyelids. “Ugh-where-what-Ow! Ouch oh god, I feel like I’ve been put through a wood chipper” Gerard’s voice was hoarse and groggy.
“Well you look like exactly how you feel” I said placing my arms underneath his back and helping him to sit up.

Frank stayed silent before launching himself onto Gerard’s lap, lathering him in butterfly kisses and hugging his waist tightly, “I thought I’d lost you” he whispered into his neck.
“It’s okay Frankie, I’m fine, you’re fine, we’re all fi-Mikey!” Gerard’s face fell as he pulled away from Frank’s embrace, “Mikey! Where is Mikey!? Oh god, they got him didn’t they, fuck, this is all my fault! If only I wasn’t so useless, Mikey deserves a better brother than me, I couldn’t even help him when he needed me most!”, Gerard put his head in hands, whimpering as the tears flowed freely.

Now it was my time to hit him. I violently grabbed Gerard’s arms and forced him to look at me before my palm came in contact with his cheek, leaving a nice throbbing red mark. “We don’t have time for this Gerard! It’s no one’s fault, crying and playing the blame game won’t help anyone! Get it together! Tell us what happened when you came downstairs!” I half yelled in his face, but I knew it was the only way he would pay attention and be receptive. The time for soothing coos was by far over.

He was in a state of shock for a moment before the words started to freely flow from his lips, “I-uh I came downstairs after you-you know walked in on us” He raised an eyebrow at Frank who interlocked their fingers, “Mi-Mikey was waiting by the window, he had the boards and hammer ready to go, and then it all happened so fast, someone came in through the window and held a hand over Mikey’s mouth, my body kinda froze for a moment, but then I tried to get to Mikey as fast as possible, he –he pulled out a knife” Gerard stammered to a stop. Frank nudged on his shoulder lightly urging him to continue. “I – didn’t think I just ran for the guy, and then another one came in, he attack me with a pocket knife while the other one shoved a needle into Mikey’s neck, everything went hazy after that, the last thing I remember is Mikey being pulled out the window and an excruciating pain in my stomach”, Gerard finished holding a hand to the deepest of the wounds in his body on the middle of his abdomen.

“Did they say anything? Did you recognise them at all?” Frank pleaded.
“They had hoodies, it was dark, one did say something, it sounded like “muse out”, whatever that means” Gerard answered.
Frank’s eyes lit up, “The Muse out! Ray told me about that once! It’s this cubbyhouse shelter thing out the back of the music classrooms, it’s out of school grounds and surrounded by trees, so no one but the music kids know about it, they use it to practice during classes”.
“That means whoever has Mikey are students? But why would students use murder and kidnap to get back at you Gerard? And what do they want with us?” I asked utterly confused.
“I don’t know and I don’t care, we just need to get Mikey before he gets hurt!” Gerard jumped to his feet a little too quickly because he nearly fell over again from the pain that rippled through his body.
“Gee, you can’t go, you need to stay here and rest, Mira and I will go” Frank held onto Gerard and began leading him to the couch, however he protested.
“NO! No! I have to go, I have to get Mikey back, it’s my fault he’s in danger in the first place”
Frank pleaded with me to convince Gerard to stay, “I don’t think anything we do will get him to stay Frank, we’ll just take him with us, besides we’re wasting time just standing around and talking about it, we need to go!”.

Frank huffed as Gerard smiled and thanked me. Frank and I stood either side of Gerard as we made our way out of the Way residence and down the front path towards the car. Frank helped Gerard into the passenger seat while I hopped in the back. Frank got behind the wheel and fired up the car, one hand on the steering wheel the other tightly wrapped around Gerard’s hand.

The soft murmur of the cars engine as we drove toward the school made the full extent of the situation hit me. These guys were dangerous and capable of murder; gruesome murders at that. And here we were, two kids and teacher driving into a possible bloodbath to save our kidnapped friend. I mentally slapped myself as my mother’s words, that she used nearly daily, ran through my head, “Stay safe and don’t get in trouble”. Sorry mum; safety has pretty much been removed from this situation and I’m about to get myself into a whole load of trouble.

Notes

hey there! thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I've been thinking, how do you guy's feel about a sequel? should I do one? This story is beginning to come to a close but don't worry there is still fair few chapters to go! but I'd love to hear what you guys think!
sorry for any errors! x