We Don't Fight Fair

Now I was ultra confused. Gerard never died, then what about the blood? The falling into the river? "But how did you do it, Gerard? Fucking HOW?!" He clamped a hand over my mouth. I needed to shut up. "Decoy, honey. I never shot myself. The man who did...well... he owed me something." "Owed you something?" I repeated, worried. He cleared his throat and sighed.

"See, awhile back when we had our little, erm, "fall out," I got into some old habits." He explained, not sounding ashamed in the slightest. "Let's just say, he had something I wanted. I had the money, but he didn't deliver my -uh - purchase. He owed me big time." Did he mean... "It's called crack-cocaine." Gerard clarified bluntly. "It's not cheap." I pulled away from him, terrified. Gerard looked down at me in surprise. "Frankie, what's wrong?" he fretted. "You made a man kill himself? Over DRUGS?! Are you CRAZY?" I yelled, not caring about Dean anymore, or the fact that we were still in a closet. I stood and Gerard got up with me. I kicked the closet door, adrenaline rushing through me. It cracked and collapsed, just enough for me to sqeeze out and run.

I heard Dean yell, but made no attempts to chase me since he was high. I felt tears prick my eyes. I felt Gerard at my heels and grab my hand to spin me around to face him. By now, we were far from the cabin, and I was a crying mess. "YOU IDIOT! YOU FUCKING IDIOT!" I yelled. "HOW COULD YOU?"

He said nothing, but he grew pale and looked extremely guilty. Then he opened his mouth, and said the words that made me want to stab him in the chest and rip off his clothes at the same time.

Notes

WHOAAA BAD CLIFFHANGER! So whattya think, guise? What's goin on with Gee? Idk, but thanks for reading, as muthafuckin always, and I genuinely enjoy seeing what you guys have to say, it's fucking awesome!

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-Erinosaur <3