Save Yourself, I'll Hold Them Back

I didn't sleep well that night even if Gerard was beside me. Maybe it was the atmosphere in the room, maybe it was the fact that my body knew it wasn't at home. Or maybe it was the man dressed in a black band suit at the edge of the bed.
Sadly, I was used to this dark figure.
I sighed softly and tossed to the side. Gerard was sound asleep. Unlike me, he felt comfortable. I took out my hand from underneath the sheets and brushed my hand against his cheek. He hardly flinched in his sleep. I smiled a bit.
So, this is it, huh? Ray's voice said, This is where you'll be staying from now on.
My hand retreated. I laid back on my back, "No. This is just temporary." I replied.
Ray was quiet until, Are you sure?
I raised a brow.
He added, Gerard is comfortable here. Really comfortable. What makes you think he'll want to leave?
I frowned, "Sadly, he has no choice."
What do you mean?
"Cops will be suspecting our family members of hiding their own...when the cops come knocking, we have no choice but to leave out the back door."
...and then where will you go next?
"I don't know."

The next day, Gerard and I awoke to an alarm. I panicked, jumping out of bed. Before I could yell at Gerard, telling him to run, Mikey walked in the room and said, "Whoa, whoa, calm down. It's just my morning alarm. I have to go to work. Listen, I work at the record store around the corner. If you need anything, come and get me-okay?"
I nodded calmly though my heart was still pounding aggressively against my chest.
Mikey said to Gerard, "I'll be back in 6 hours...I'll bring pizza."
Gerard smiled, "Do you have it?"
Mikey chuckled, "I do."
It must've been a brother thing, because I had no fucking clue what they were talking about.
Mikey grinned, "See you guys later." Mikey disappeared down the hall. I can hear the front door open and shut.
Gerard said with a smile, "Everyday after three, I would sneak pizza from Luigi's and bring it home. I would put on the movie "Jaws" and we'd both eat pizza and watch it." Gerard jumped over the bed to me, "He still has the movie after all these years-can you believe it?" He giggled, "And you can watch it with us!" Gerard held my hand and reeled me down the hall to the living room. We both sat down on the couch, side by side.
He added, "It's just like good times! I'm so happy I could just..." His voice trailed off. His eyes looked toward the ground, "Frankie..." His glassy eyes looked up at me. As a tear fell, he clenched onto my hand. I pulled him close, cradling him. His head rested on my shoulder, his legs were laid out on my lap. I said softly, "Don't cry for being happy-"
"That's not it..." His voice was graspy, "Frankie..." His face was a bright red, his eyes were puffy, "We're going to have to leave, aren't we?"
My eyes widen a bit. Did he hear me last night? I tucked in my lips, unsure what I should say. Instead, I bent down and kissed his cheek, "Don't worry about that. Just enjoy your time with your brother."
Gerard looked at me, "I'm not some kid, Frankie. Tell me. Are we going to have to leave?" His voice was serious, rough. He added, "Well?"
I nodded.
His eyes looked away. "Maybe Mikey can help us..."

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