Alternative Treatment?

Gerard was sound asleep by me, his face peacefully smiling. He was so adorable when he slept, his eyes fluttering within his dream. I wish Gerard were this peaceful instead of a criminal. The way he batted his lashes for his coffee flavored ice cream. I should have forced Vic to make it so Gerard would have a great time while he still could.

But I didn't. Now I'm seconds from my possible death. Maybe he likes to kill and steal money. In that case, fedora man hasn't paid me that much and Gerard would get nothing but debts from my past. Maybe he liked to kill certain types of people with certain beliefs. If that were the case, I'm bisexual and a perfect target because of my miniature height.

Those beautiful eyes shot open, examining his surroundings. I wondered if he remembered coming here or not.

"Good morning Gerard," I said quietly.

He didn't reply. Instead, he went straight into the closet and chose out some of his clothes that the fedora guy sent him. Gerard then slipped them on, using boot polish in his hair as grease.

"Hey Frank, come here," he called from the dining room. So he remembered me. Shit.

There he was, his shoes kicked over the table, a large Cheshire cat-like grin on his face. He was like some stereotypical bad guy taking advantage of a defenseless guy like me. He was wearing a large black trench coat over an Alice In Chains tee. Black skinnies followed with combat boots.

"Hi Gerard," I smiled softly, pretending he was still the same Gerard I met. After all, how much can a medication change a person? "You said you wanted me?"

"Yeah," he said, looking down at his watch. "I want you and your car. We're taking a spin." Gerard had a tight grip on my wrist, leading me to the garage, or as I know it, my doom.

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