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Bright Lights That Cast A Shadow

Chapter Seventeen

Needless to say I was moody and upset the rest of the night. I did my best to try to hide my irritable mood from Frank, but it wasn't working. He had stayed a fair distance from me and had only spoken when he needed. I felt bad, but I couldn't help it. He had openly admitted then that he was gay, and then continued on and told me that he didn't want to date me. That was kind of a blow to me.
Fortunately for both of our sake's Frank didn't have to bring me more sluts. I wasn't in pain anymore after feeding off of the girl so it enabled us to wait for people longer. So far I had gotten two other people. Each time Frank would leave, and I would feed. Then he would return and we would move onto the next club.
"Gerard?" Frank asked. We were waiting in the alley of our last club for the night. I was hoping that someone would come out already so that I could just go home and be alone with my thoughts.
"Yeah?" I asked keeping emotion out of my voice. Getting upset over jealousy at the moment wouldn't solve anything.
"You okay? You really just seem awful upset and resentful. Is it because of me?" Yes, but not resentful.
"No," I lied quickly biting my tongue to keep from telling him the truth."I just get kinda moody when I haven't had blood in a while. I'll be fine soon." Like hell I would be fine soon. Rejection hurt, even if that person didn't know that they were rejecting you.
"Right okay," Frank bit his lip playing with the lip ring that I loved. I could tell that he didn't believe me but that he was gonna let it drop. I was thankful for that.
"So have you had a boyfriend before?" I asked. I knew that touching on this topic was going to hurt me more, but it was like poking a bruise. I just couldn't help myself even though I knew it would make it worse. He frowned at the question.
"Actually no I haven't." I furrowed my brows at his response. How could he had not had a boyfriend. He was really attractive. Any guy, straight, bi, or gay could see that. "But I have had a girlfriend." He continued. Oh well now I'm really confused.
"But I thought you didn't like girls?" I kinda wished I hadn't started this conversation now.
"I don't," He deadpanned, "But my mother wasn't, let's say, totally accepting. She made me get with this girl. Her name was Jamia. We dated for like two months and I hated it. Like don't get me wrong, Jamia is an awesome girl. We're still friends and I talk to her every now and then, but it just felt wrong and uncomfortable. She felt the same way so we broke up." He sighed and glanced at me.
"Well at least she was okay with it," I said with a shrug, pretending that I didn't care about his love life that much.
"Yeah," He agreed as he lit up a cigarette. He puffed out the smoke as I watched, trying my hardest not to find it sexy. I failed miserably and had to look away. Now that I had blood in my system I could blush again, and that's just what I was doing now. "So what about you? Any boyfriends?" I stiffened slightly, and his eyes grew wide. "Ah shit I'm sorry Gee. I forgot."
"S'okay," I told him. "But other than him no. I did have a couple of one night stands though in college." I shrugged again. He flicked his wrist and ash fell from the cigarette.
"Ain't we just a bunch of hopeless romantics?" He teased lightly. Then his eyes lit up. "Hopeless romantic. I might have to get a tattoo of that," He mused with a grin.
A cell phone went off, and with a start I realized it was mine. I frowned. No one usually called me. I pulled the small device out of my pocket and looked at the caller ID
FroFro
Why was Ray calling me? I answered it and held it up to my ear.
"Hello?"
"Where were you today man?" Ray asked, his voice impatient. Shit I forgot about work. How do you forget about work? You go every single day!
"Shit sorry Ray!" I apologized. "I got sick from not feeding for so long and me and Frank made up."
"Oh well are you better now?" Leave it to Ray to forgive me that easily. He really was a nice guy.
"Yeah yeah I'm fine." I told him. The back door to the club opened up finally and some poor drunken dude stumbled out. "Hey, I gotta go," I told him, trying to end the call before the guy got away from me.
"Okay, okay, I'll let you go," I craned my neck to watch the guy as he walked off.
"Bye Ray," I was about to end the call when he stopped me.
"Gerard wait!" He called out. I brought the phone back to my ear patiently and waited to hear what he had to say.
"Yeah," I said, letting him know that I hadn't hung up and was still listening.
"Did you hear anything from Bob today?" He asked with a tinge of worry in his voice.
"No. Why? Did something happen?" I had turned my attention away from the drunk man and towards the conversation that was taking place over the phone. Frank shot me a worried look hearing my change in tone.
"Well no. I don't think. I'm not sure actually," He paused and I waited for him to continue. "It's just that he didn't come into work today, which is unusual. And then he wouldn't pick up his cellphone or respond to his texts. So I thought maybe he's sick so I drove past his house on my way back from work and it was empty. No one home," He explained sounding more and more concerned for our friend.
"Maybe he got drunk or something and crashed somewhere?" I suggested. I didn't think that's what happened though. I could feel it in my gut that something was wrong. It made me feel uneasy. "We'll check around. Try his cell again." I instructed. I began walking out of the alley, feeding forgotten. Frank tagged along beside me, a confused look plastered on his face.
"Okay Gerard. I hope we find him."
"So do I." I ended the call and climbed into the drivers seat of Frank's car. He climbed in besides me and handed me the keys without question.
"So what's up?" He asked his face showing confusion. I looked at him and sighed. When did my life get so stressful?
"Bob's gone MIA," I informed him starting the engine and beginning to drive. "And my gut tells me that it's not good." He nodded.
"Well then, lets hope we find him and that your gut is wrong."

Notes

drama. lol my love life is like a bad drama sitcom. like im not even kidding. its got betrayal and unrequited love and confusion and awkwardness. its actually really funny.



Comments

Wowowowowww

cKayE cKayE
5/9/19

@daughter of the dead
you
son
of
a
gun
i cant believe i just read that, poor mikey

chapter 27
omfg are you kidding me
please for the love of unicorns tell me it's not true and that he'll be okay

@mychemicalcoffee
Well you did, and you can pass it off as you meant too XDXD

Revengnic Revengnic
9/12/14

@Revengnic
Oh yeah duh. I have that. Well...Omg wait did i match Ray to his casket color. I didn't even mean to do that