We're All Full Of Lies

I had to hold my palm against my mouth to stop me from screaming obscenities. My bottom lip began to tremble and I had to bite down to still it. I was still frozen in my place; enraged and petrified. If he could do this to Mikey then what would stop him trying to do it to me. I wasn’t muscular or strong in any way – there was very little I would be able to do to overthrow him in a physical situation. A metallic taste filled my mouth and a warmness dripped down my chin. My teeth had torn the flesh on my lip and blood pumped out staining my chin and lips a deep red.

“N-no-please j-just leave me a-alone, I won’t tell anyone I-I swear, please” Mikey’s voice filled the room once again as he struggled to form words between whimpers.
“Shut up!”, Dr. Fletcher growled.
“P-please, I swear I won’t te-,“ Mikey’s pleas where cut short by a tortured gagging noise.

I had to stop myself from gagging myself. The images of what was going on behind the curtain that was less than a mere meter from me made my stomach churn. My breaths began to increase as I realised the true weight of the situation. Mikey was being raped and what was I doing? Nothing. I wasn’t doing anything. Something. I had to do something.

My eyes darted around the dark of the room trying to make out shapes or objects that could serve as weaponry. I couldn’t rely on my strength – or lack thereof – to aid in my ‘rescue’ attempt. A flash of light caught my eyes as I spun on my heel. I squinted a little to try and see what the light was reflecting off. A vase. A glass vase. If I could beat Gerard with a bowl then I sure as hell could take down this guy with a vase. Well I hoped I could, at least.

I winced as I began to move from my frozen position and advanced on the glimmering vase praying that my bones wouldn’t crack from my previous lack of movement. My movements where slow and methodical as I tried to put as little of my weight onto my feet and took unreasonably large steps. I wrapped my hands around the glass grasping it tightly before pulling it close to my chest. Knowing my lack of coordination there was a large chance I would drop it – but with the situation as dire as it was dropping the vase was not an option.

I bent down to the ground and stuck my head slightly under the curtain tying to see where exactly Dr. Fletcher was located. The last thing I wanted was him to see me before I got a chance to get at least one hit with the vase. Bile burned the back of my throat as I saw Mikey’s tear stained face and look of pure anguish as Dr. Fletcher thrust himself into Mikey’s mouth.
I moved back letting the curtain fall to the ground again and got to my feet. I walked to where the end of the bed was hidden behind the curtain knowing that Dr. Fletcher had his back towards me. My hand shook as I clasped onto the curtain and slowly pulled it away revealing the entire scene before me. Mikey’s small body was writhing underneath Dr. Fletcher who was straddling his chest. His arms and legs where secured to the sides of the bed with what looked like torn pieces of material and they were covered in blood.

I clutched the vase tighter in both hands before raising it above my head. My arms began to move on their own as they flew down. A loud smash echoed through the room. Fragments of glass rained over my body and danced across my skin leaving little cuts that soon began to drip blood. Ignoring the stinging that ran over my body I used all by strength to push off the now limp body of Dr. Fletcher off Mikey. I watched as his body fell from the bed and landed on the floor with a sickening crack. He broke something, maybe a nose, hopefully a neck.

It took me a moment to realise why a searing pain had erupted from my hands. I looked down to see pieces of glass sticking out from open wounds that were pulsating blood onto the white sheets of the bed. Wailing soon averted my attention from my hands to a completely unstable Mikey. His sobs and whimpers were wails and cries. His face was red and blotchy and spit and bodily fluids dribbled down his chin.

I didn’t say a word knowing that I wouldn’t have gotten a response anyways and set to untying his arms and legs. The material had cut into his skin so much that I had to almost peel it away in order to detach it. I used a clean area of sheet to wipe Mikey’s chin and cover his lower half that was exposed. His wails had now turned to sobs and he used is hands to cover his face.
I had no idea what to do. Mikey was a wreck. I couldn’t hold him or comfort him as the skin on my hands had been torn to shreds from the stray pieces of glass. I wanted so badly just to hug him, to wrap him in my arms and tell him that he was okay and everything would be fine. But I’d be lying and lying was never something I was good at. Things weren’t fine. Mikey wasn’t fine. Mikey was broken. And I didn’t know if I would be able to fix him.

I hadn’t realised I had begun to cry until the tears dripped onto the palm of my hand and mixed with the blood that had congealed slightly. I didn’t try and wipe away the tears nor try to stop them. I just them flow, let them cascade, let them do as they pleased. It was quite a sight; Mikey sobbing on the bed and me standing and watching whilst I cried silently.

A vibrating sensation ran through my leg stunning me at first. I pulled the phone from my pocket not checking the caller ID.
“H-hello?,” I sniffled into the phone.
“MIRA! Jesus what is taking so long? Are- are you crying? Holy shit are you okay? Do you need us to come and get you? Fuck it, we’re coming anyway!,” Gerard yelled through the phone and hung up before I could reply. I honestly don’t think I could have anyways, my throat ached, my body ached, hell, even my mind ached.

I’m not sure what happened between the end of the phone call and the sound of Mikey’s voice. Everything was a blur going in slow motion and ultra-speed all at once.
“Ge-Gera-Gerard,” Mikey choked out between sobs.
I used the pad of my thumb to wipe away a few stray tears from Mikey’s cheek, “He’s coming, he’ll be here soon Mikes, I promise.”

Mikey’s eyes fluttered closed at my words, he wasn’t asleep I knew that, I think he just wanted to think he was. Think that for a moment this was all a bad dream. That he’d wake up sprawled on the couch next to Gerard; empty bowl of popcorn at their feet and cushions and blankets serving as a makeshift bed. However as Gerard flung himself through the window and cradled Mikey in his arms, I knew Mikey would realise this was no dream, there was no popcorn bowl, there was no makeshift bed. There was only pain.

Notes

hello! sorry for the wait and sorry for the short chapter, also I have not re-read this so there may be errors and for that I apologise! I only have one exam left (thank god) so that means that this story is heading to a finish and I will be working on a new story that is going to be a Frerard! ^_^

also as you know there is a new cover for the story made by @ilikecookies and she is honestly one of the sweetest people, check out the summary for her tumblr and instagram!