We're All Full Of Lies

The second the words had fallen from my lips everything seemed to be happening at once. Gerard, despite his injuries had leapt forward, arms outstretched and rage fuelling every one of his actions, as his hands grasped tightly around Tyler’s throat. Tyler being taken aback by Gerard’s sudden movement fell to the ground, the older of the two never loosening his deathly grip around his throat.

A sickening crunch came from my left. I snapped my head just in time to see Frank curl his hands into a fist and hit Ray square in the jaw. Blood leaking from his already broken nose flew in all directions from the force of Frank’s punch. I stood frozen taking in the war that was playing out in front of me. Gerard had nearly choked Tyler into unconsciousness and Frank continued to lay punches and bruise Ray’s face.

Knowing that it was only a matter of time until blind rage and fury caused either Frank or Gerard to kill their target made my mind go back to normal yet frantic functionality. My eyes darted around the square room, looking for something, anything that would serve as useful.
Rope. Chairs. Perfect.

I dashed to the tangled rope that was piled in the corner of the room along with the chairs, dodging a fist that went flying through the air on my way. I dragged each one of the chairs as close to the commotion as I could and got the rope untangled and ready.
Frank caught on to what I was doing and promptly shoved Ray with all the force he could muster so that he fell back into the chair that was waiting. The second he hit the chair Frank and I were securing his limbs with the rope. Once we knew Ray wasn’t going anywhere fast we promptly hurried over to pry Gerard off a near dead Tyler. Injured or not Gerard had one hell of a grip and even the two of us pulling and clawing at him didn’t make him loosen even the slightest.
“Jesus Gerard! Let him go!” Frank screamed.
Gerard refused to answer instead he let out an animalistic growl punching Tyler in the face. Frank took the opportunity to heave Tyler from the ground and place him on the chair, whilst I latched onto Gerard’s back trying my best to pull him away from attacking Tyler again. Gerard fought against my grasp, elbowing me in the nose in the process causing blood to shoot all over his back and a painful moan to escape my lips. The pain caused me to let Gerard go but luckily Frank had secured Tyler to the chair and was in the process of calming Gerard down.

The blood continued to dribbled down my face and from the constant throbbing in my nose I assumed it was broken, “Fuck you Gerard! You broke my goddamn nose!” I glared at him.
Shame suddenly took away the rage that was etched onto his face and he muttered a soft “Sorry” under his breath. Frank fished around in his pockets, satisfied that he no longer needed to restrain Gerard, and pulled out a tissue.
“Here” He passed me the tissue and I snatched it from his grasp. He knew I wasn’t mad at him but he looked hurt nonetheless.

Gerard and Frank did nothing but stare at me as I held the tissue to my nose trying to capture the blood that continued to gush out. “Uhm can I help you? You should be figuring out why these two took Mikey not watching me shove a tissue up my nose!” I snapped.
My sudden forcefulness seemed to be enough to snap Gerard and Frank back into the situation at hand; Ray and Tyler, two murderers and kidnappers tied to chairs and an unconscious Mikey also tied to a chair.

“Frank can you untie Mikey so he doesn’t completely freak out when he wakes up”, Frank nodded compliantly in reply to Gerard request.
A heavy huff of air escaped Gerard’s lips as he brought his hand up and pinched the bridge of his nose. He began to pace from side to side in front of Tyler and Ray muttering incoherently.
“What’s the issue?” My voice came out a little nasally due to the tissue held against my face.
“I-I just don’t know where to begin” Gerard stopped pacing and turned to me letting his strong features soften, an obvious sign that his overactive mind was beginning to take a toll on his body.
“It’s okay Gee, I’ll do it” Frank smiled softly before turning to Ray.

Frank's face contorted into a snarl as positioned himself in front of Ray so that he looked a hell of a lot bigger and more menacing than he really was. Ray did nothing but look at Frank with pure disgust.
“Well! Go on then! Explain yourself you son of a bitch!” Frank growled.
“FINE! But the only son a bitch here is that fucker right there!” Ray gave Gerard daggers.
Gerard took a step towards Ray before I grabbed around his waist, “Easy there Mr Muscle but we need answers before you decide to disfigure him”.
Gerard eased back after my reprimanding and Ray began to speak again.
“I don’t even know why you’re here Frank, my only quarrel here lies with Mira, Gerard is Tyler’s problem”
“What are you talking about?” I asked, “I’ve done nothing to you! I’ve only known you for a week for fucks sake!”

“You took Mikey! That’s what you did! You fucking took my best friend! I love him! And then you just turn up and suddenly you’re all he cares about!” Ray screamed, his tough exterior from moments before cracking letting the emotions take hold, “And for that I fucking hate you! You’re nothing but a cheap whore who took the one person I loved more than anything in the world!”

“Mikey and I are just friends you fucking lunatic! Where did you get all these ideas from?” I yelled pushing Frank out of the way and taking his spot towering over Ray.

“He fucking told me! Every single fucking day! Everything that came out of his mouth was about you!”
“That’s not my fucking fault! I didn’t know he felt that way! And that no reason to be breaking into my fucking house and trashing my kitchen and then sending death threats on bricks through windows! And then you top it all off by kidnapping Mikey! What the fuck Ray!? You should have just told Mikey how you feel about him rather play this pathetic game and ruin every chance you ever had!”

Ray let his head hang a little in shame, I think it finally hit him just how much he completely fucked up. Not only had he broken the law but now Mikey would never want to be anywhere near him again. I almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“That doesn’t explain Tyler! Or the murders!” Frank seethed.
“I’ll explain those” Tyler decided to join the conversation, despite his predicament his voice and expression was of pure satisfaction. I can’t imagine why, he was going to go to jail for murder and kidnap, he has nothing he should be happy about, but then again the boy was completely crazy so that might have had something to do with it.

Notes

hey there! so sorry about not updating yesterday, but this update answers a few questions, not all but a few...hopefully :P
so this story is comming to close :'( but it has been an amazing journey so far, and I have everyone of you to thank for that!, I'll be sure to do authors notes and let you know when the last chapter is posted, also I've been brainstorming ideas for a sequel and it's a strong possibility that there will be one! :)
anyways as always I hope you enjoyed this chapter and thank you so very much for reading! don't be afraid to let me know what you think! xx
sorry for any errors! also sorry if the paragraphing seems a little odd...I tried to fix it but I'm not even sure what went wrong :/