Ivory Blood Drops

*Iris POV*
I hopped on my motorcycle and quickly drove to my apartment. Luckily no one was home, so I was able to grab everything I'd need for a while that would fit on my motorcycle and booked it. I needed to be anywhere but here right now. I kept driving with my music blasting. I stopped at midnight at a motel to stay the night and I'd never felt so free my whole life.

*Mikey POV*
I was driving to Ray's when I got a call from Gerard. I was greeted by Ciara, my brother, his boyfriend, and Bob with "YOU KNEW SHE WAS IN A TERRIBLE SPOT AND HAS BEEN SINCE YOUR BREAKUP AND YOU RESPONDED TO THIS HOW?!?!? YOU WENT AND SLEPT WITH EVERYTHING THAT MOVES!!! THAT LITTLE BITCH LUCY CAME IN WITH HER CRONIES AND GOT A TATTOO FROM HER AND SHE STARTED SAYING ALL OF THIS SHIT TO IRIS SO GUESS WHERE IRIS IS NOW - WHO KNOWS CAUSE SHE'S FUCKING GONE!!!!! SHE RAN OFF ON HER BIKE ALMOST ALL HER STUFF IS GONE AND SHE'S IN THE WORST SPOT IN YEARS BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T KEEP YOUR DICK IN YOUR PANTS!!! NOW GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE RIGHT NOW! WE'RE AT CIARA'S PLACE." Shit. I calmly responded "I'm not even five minutes away I was driving to Ray's." Ciara responded with a simple good before hanging up. I called Ray and told him what was up, and he told me he'd be there soon. I arrived at Ciara's tattoo shop and I got greeted by some very pissed off looking people. "You're an idiot. She could be anywhere by now, and no one has anyway to find out where she is." Gerard started to ramble, in which I asked "Does she have her pho" in which I was interrupted by Frank with "You mean this?" He held up her phone and I knew we were screwed. I knew that we would probably never see Iris again, and it was all my fault.

Notes

Heyyyyyy so I'm really sorry I haven't been posting I've been super busy and I shouldn't be up right now but hey I can't sleep. So enjoy and please don't expect anything from me until at the earliest next Sunday, maybe even the Thursday following this week. Chow! - queen-of-broken-hearts