Between Two Points
Four
[ Mikey's POV ]
My phone rang.
At first, I didn't believe it. I felt as if I couldn't believe it. How could the leader and the second in comand of the most notorious mafia group within Bellvile - within New Jersey - forget to check for my cell phone?
They didn't tie me up, either. Knowing the way I most likely looked, Frank and Bert probably thought I would be in to much pain to even move, let alone escape.
Moving with slight difficulty, I managed to get my phone in my tight grasp, pushing the talk button and gasping into the speakers.
''Hello?''
On the other line with a content, yet worried, sigh.
''Mikey! Where are you? Why aren't you home?'' Gerard gasps into the phone, obviously chin-deep in worry. I didn't like Gerard worrying, because nothing - and I mean nothing - good comes from it.
I knew that if I told Gerard about me being held captive by ''Thirty-Two Saints Of Hell'' would probably end up with him lying as a bloody, lifeless heap somewhere unknown, so I decided not to tell him, even if there is a slim chance I could make it out with his help.
''Keep calm, GeeGee. I feel asleep at an old friends house. I'll be home soon, alright? I'm sorry for not calling you sooner.'' I tell him, holding back a cough but struggling.
There was a pause before Gerard replies back.
''Okay. I'll see you soon, right?'' He asks, sounding nervous.
My stomach dropped. Would I be back soon? Would I be back ever?
''I don't know, Gee. I'll try to be back tonight. But I will be back, and soon. I love you GeeGee.'' I rasped into the phone, snapping it shut before I heard his reply. Tears fell from my eyes and before I could do anything to stop them, I sobbed, dropping the phone and curling into a ball despite the pain it caused to shoot through my body.
The large oak door opened and closed quietly, and my breathing hitched. They would find the phone, and yet if I moved to hide it it would do no good. I have no hope, now.
''You sure love your boyfriend, don't you princess?'' It was Frank, and he sounded unamused. That wasn't good, because that would mean beatings. I can't take any more beatings - my thin frame will snap like a twig getting stepped on.
''He's not my boyfriend.'' I mutter. The phone was pressed against my chest tightly, and I hoped that Frank didn't ask for it.
''Why do you call him GeeGee, then? Are you incest for him?''
My blood boiled. How dare Frank say that? Just because I'm close to my brother means I'm incest? What's society come to?
''No. We're just close. I look after him.''
Frank smirked before jerking me up, snatching the cell phone from me.
''I won't hurt you because I'm impressed. If you care about your brothers safety enough to not tell him you've been kidnapped, then I'll leave him alone.'' He pauses, smirking, ''For now, atleast.''
I shrank back, my face burried within my knees.
''No. You leave my brother alone! Leave me alone! I don't know why you want me, anyway! I'm nothing to you!'' I scream, sobbing into my bruised knees.
Frank comes over to me, kneeling in front of me. He jerks me chin up, demanding to me looking in the eyes. The only thing I saw in his eyes were disgust and lust.
''Stop your damn crying, punk. If I want to go after someone, I will. That's why I have you.'' and with that, Frank pushed me down and straddled me.
Tears slid from my eyes and I begged to blackout. Atleast then, if Frank does anything suck as rape me, I wouldn't be awake to feel it.
''Do a stunt like calling someone again and I'll put you throuhg so much hell you'll wish the only thing I did to you is touch you. Now stop your fucking crying and shut the hell up.'' Frank snaps, climbing off me.
He walked from the room, slamming the door as he went.
I curled into a ball, suddenly wishing I had told Gerard to call the police.
My phone rang.
At first, I didn't believe it. I felt as if I couldn't believe it. How could the leader and the second in comand of the most notorious mafia group within Bellvile - within New Jersey - forget to check for my cell phone?
They didn't tie me up, either. Knowing the way I most likely looked, Frank and Bert probably thought I would be in to much pain to even move, let alone escape.
Moving with slight difficulty, I managed to get my phone in my tight grasp, pushing the talk button and gasping into the speakers.
''Hello?''
On the other line with a content, yet worried, sigh.
''Mikey! Where are you? Why aren't you home?'' Gerard gasps into the phone, obviously chin-deep in worry. I didn't like Gerard worrying, because nothing - and I mean nothing - good comes from it.
I knew that if I told Gerard about me being held captive by ''Thirty-Two Saints Of Hell'' would probably end up with him lying as a bloody, lifeless heap somewhere unknown, so I decided not to tell him, even if there is a slim chance I could make it out with his help.
''Keep calm, GeeGee. I feel asleep at an old friends house. I'll be home soon, alright? I'm sorry for not calling you sooner.'' I tell him, holding back a cough but struggling.
There was a pause before Gerard replies back.
''Okay. I'll see you soon, right?'' He asks, sounding nervous.
My stomach dropped. Would I be back soon? Would I be back ever?
''I don't know, Gee. I'll try to be back tonight. But I will be back, and soon. I love you GeeGee.'' I rasped into the phone, snapping it shut before I heard his reply. Tears fell from my eyes and before I could do anything to stop them, I sobbed, dropping the phone and curling into a ball despite the pain it caused to shoot through my body.
The large oak door opened and closed quietly, and my breathing hitched. They would find the phone, and yet if I moved to hide it it would do no good. I have no hope, now.
''You sure love your boyfriend, don't you princess?'' It was Frank, and he sounded unamused. That wasn't good, because that would mean beatings. I can't take any more beatings - my thin frame will snap like a twig getting stepped on.
''He's not my boyfriend.'' I mutter. The phone was pressed against my chest tightly, and I hoped that Frank didn't ask for it.
''Why do you call him GeeGee, then? Are you incest for him?''
My blood boiled. How dare Frank say that? Just because I'm close to my brother means I'm incest? What's society come to?
''No. We're just close. I look after him.''
Frank smirked before jerking me up, snatching the cell phone from me.
''I won't hurt you because I'm impressed. If you care about your brothers safety enough to not tell him you've been kidnapped, then I'll leave him alone.'' He pauses, smirking, ''For now, atleast.''
I shrank back, my face burried within my knees.
''No. You leave my brother alone! Leave me alone! I don't know why you want me, anyway! I'm nothing to you!'' I scream, sobbing into my bruised knees.
Frank comes over to me, kneeling in front of me. He jerks me chin up, demanding to me looking in the eyes. The only thing I saw in his eyes were disgust and lust.
''Stop your damn crying, punk. If I want to go after someone, I will. That's why I have you.'' and with that, Frank pushed me down and straddled me.
Tears slid from my eyes and I begged to blackout. Atleast then, if Frank does anything suck as rape me, I wouldn't be awake to feel it.
''Do a stunt like calling someone again and I'll put you throuhg so much hell you'll wish the only thing I did to you is touch you. Now stop your fucking crying and shut the hell up.'' Frank snaps, climbing off me.
He walked from the room, slamming the door as he went.
I curled into a ball, suddenly wishing I had told Gerard to call the police.
Notes
Hi guys! I know, I just started this story (and I have my story ''Diary of Jane'') buuuut, I really wanna start another story called ''Gerard Way Must Die.'' It would be a spin off of the movie ''John Tucker Must Die.'' I really wanna co-write it, though. If you're up for co-writing it with me, give me a message down there VV or PM me :))I swear this won't be all drama. Hang in there?
@SkeletonxCrew
YEAH PLEASE SOON I NEED THIS GUILTY PLEASURE
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