We Don't Fight Fair

What the hell? I ran back inside, and pushed the door open. My draw dropped. Mikey, my baby brother who I needed to protect, lay on the floor bleeding. He was moaning in agony while the guy he was talking to earlier was kneeling over top of him, desperately trying to stop the bleeding. I rushed to his side. "What happened?" I whispered, smoothing Mikey's hair out of his eyes. He didn't answer right away, but responded with "I-Someone just jumped downstairs, and stabbed him." This guy looked familliar, but wasn't important. Mikey was floating in and out of consciousness. "Did you call the ambulance?" I asked afro guy. He nodded. "Who did this?" I asked, furious. But extremely cautious, as he was a suspect. "Don't know his name. S-short. Black hair, tatoos, lip ring. Why that describe anyone you know?"

FRANK? No. This wasn't him. It couldn't be. "Stay here, and get into the ambulance with him." I instructed. He nodded, swallowing. I flew up the stairs, throwing myself into my room where I had seen Frank. He looked up at he, startled. He took out his headphones, as he was "listening" to music.

My face conroted with fury. I jumped on him and started beating the shit out of him. "I TRUSTED YOU. MIKEY TRUSTED YOU, YOU SICK BASTARD, HOW COULD YOU?" He didn't fight back, which was very unlike Frank. I ripped the covers off him to reveal bloody arms. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt. The blood was actually seeping through the fabric. He looked very guilty, but replied, "what are you talking about?" I blew up "HOW COULD YOU TOUCH MIKEY?" I slapped him across his face, then punched it the same direction, and he fell. I didnt care, I kicked him in the ribs. I was so blinded with rage that I didn't care that he was crying.

I had to admit, that was a cheap shot. But he stabbed my baby brother. I didnt care. I spat on him. "You're disgusting. I can't believe I ever loved you. " this caused him to cry harder. I slammed the door and jumped downstairs. The ambulance still haven't arrived. The guy sat on a chair, smoking a cigarette. He chuckled a little at the sight of my brother writhing in pain.

"W-hat?" I stared at the guy. "Oh, forgot to mention. My name is Ray Toro." Suddenly, I remembered. His face on the news. He was all the news stations every wrote about. I couldn't take it in. And before I could anything, he drewout hisknife, and plunged it into Mikey's chest. I squeezed my eyes ahut, knowing that if I tried to infere, Mikey's slim chance of living will shrink. Ray jumped out the window, as the paramedics took Mikey. They told me that he was in such a critical condition that I couldn't come with him. (Highly unlikely, I know ; D) I paced around after they had left until I grabbed my keys and- Frank. I had completely destroyed him. I began to tear up for the first time remembering the horrible things I said to him.

I tore up the stairs and opened the door again. I had only done this 5 minutes. He was still in the same position, crying like i've never heard anyone cry before. Then something hit me. Mentally and physically. Frank's bloody arms. It wasn't Mikey's blood. It was his own. And also, he threw a book at me. It hit me right in my head. I looked down at it, and slowly approached the bed where he was currently laying. "NO NO I'M SORRY! PLEASE NO MORE!" He sobbed. The heart in my chest that had broke at the sight of him had been trampled by a stampede of sadness.

"I-i'm so sorry for accusing you like that. I couldn't control myself. I was so blinded with rage that Mikey had been stabbed. " "You- you told me you didn't love me. After you beat me. It gona take a hell of a lot more than 'sorry'. But we need to see Mikey now." He got up. I went to hug him, and amazingly, he didn't hit me back. But he didn't exactly hug me back as I squeezed him and sobbed apologies and "I love you"s.

I held his hand and kissed the back of it. He fought a small smile at that as I rubbed comforting circles in the back of his hand as well. I knew he was a huge sucker for sweet stuff like that.

We weren't allowed to see Mikey yet, because he was in surgery. I couldn't sit in that waiting room any longer. I decided to make it up to Frank before we got all emotional over Frank. I told him to go put on some nice clothes. I went to my house to find almost no police cars left in my driveway. The few there recognized me, and offered small smiles. Except one. Dean.

I walked past him, and locked the door behind me so that Dean had no way in. I went into my bathroom and took a shower. After I finished, I pulled on black dress pants, whit button up with a tie and black jacket.

I climbed out the window so I would avoid Dean. Turns out I landed in my garden. Taking advantage of the situation, I picked some daffodils for Frankie. I drove to him up, nervous as I was, I couldn't back down now.

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