Mikey looked at Jaydee and sighed.

"My brother had a traumatic childhood which I don't want to get into. But. I guess there is something you should know."

"What is it Mikey? I can handle it." Jaydee pushed.

"....I want you to know that after I tell you this he's still the same man you fell in love with. This
happen way before he met you in like 9th grade."

Jaydee’s gaze fixed on the now nervous look on Mikey’s face.

"Mikey I need to know. I feel like I'm either going crazy or Gerard’s not who I think he is. I need to know.

"Well he's defiantly not who you think he is...I guess it all started when he started dating this girl Alex freshman year."

*time elapse - Gerard’s freshman year (POV Mikey)*

Mom and dad went out again. Probably drinking with their friends. It’s really annoying that they always leave me alone. And Gee has his girl friend over. So I'm stuck by myself watching Dungeons and dragons.

A muffled screaming sound was coming from Gerard’s room. Ewe. He must think I’m stupid. I may be 11 but I know what sex is and I know that's what's going on down in that room.

Then the thought occurred to me. If he thought it would be fun to leave me alone then I think it'll be fun to ruin his night and walk in on them. Plus then I'd have some good black mail for later. I laughed to myself and made my way over to his door. The sounds stopped but I still couldn't resist the urge to make fun of my big brother. I slowly turned the door knob and step by step I went down the stair. There was an odd smell I couldn't put my finger on. As I went further down I saw something that made me think I was dreaming.

Gerard was sitting in the corner shaking. His face was ghost white and there was something red cover his hands clothes and face. He looked terrified. My eyes drifted to the bed where Alex lay. A pillow was on her face and she was pouring blood from holes all over her abdomen. There was a bloody pair of scissors on the floor.

"...G-Gerard? W-what did you do?"

Tears where streaming from his eyes as he looked up at me.

"I-I don't know what h-happen Mikey. We were arguing... I told her about...him....and what he did...and she called me a fag. She said I kept going back to his house because I liked it. I-I just snapped and blacked out. When I woke up she was like that....a-and I was covered in her b-b-blood."

He shuddered. He couldn't stop shaking. I was scared. Horrified. But I didn't want to scare Gee more so I tried to be calm.

"....w-what are you gonna do with her gee?" My face where fixed on his blood stained hands.

"Help me get rid of her. Please? No one can know Mikey! I'll go to jail!" He was now in sobs.

"O-ok gee. I'll help you. Get up."

He slowly stood and walked over to the bed.

I helped him wrap her body in his bed sheets. We dragged the limp corpse up the stairs and into the back yard.

"We can't just bury her Gee. What if something happens and they find her body in out yard?"

"We'll take her to the lake. Make a short cut through the woods so know one sees."

My heart pounded. I was now an accomplice. The two of use carried her body through the woods. My arms where weak and in pain. 11 year olds aren't the strongest in the world.

Gerard took most of her weight so I didn't hurt myself. We made our way to the lake and unraveled her body from the sheets and. Gerard removed her shirt, tied it to her ankle, and tied a heavy rock into it. My eyes grew at her bloody naked flesh. Who would have thought my first naked girl would b dead and cut open. Gerard pushed her body into the lake and watched it sink further into the water. We walked back to the house in silence. What was there to say? I helped her scrub the blood from his carpet and mop the blood from where we dragged her body. My nose burned from the bleach. It made me sick. Gerard looked over at me.

"No one is it find out Mikey. No one ever. I'll drag you down with me. You have to promise me this is a secret. Promise me!" His voice was full of fear.

"I promise Gee. No one will find out."

At that moment I stopped being the baby brother. I was now responsible for my role model.

My big brother. I had to be the responsible one from now on. Time to grow up. His fate depended on it.