Strictly Forbidden
He's Fine
Mikey’s POV
As soon as Dad’s hauled Gerard downstairs by the collar everything goes silent in the kitchen. I excuse myself and head up to my room. Of course I'm really worried about Gerard, but there’s nothing I can really do to help him. Knowing that fact makes everything ten times worse.
I lie down on my bed and turn my iPod on. Music normally helps distract me. I unravel the tangled black earphones then adjust them. I just lay there for ages, focusing intently on listening to the songs. Nagging thoughts about Gerard’s safety make me uneasy, so I have to resort to breathing exercises. I try to calm my anxiety by reassuring myself that I can help him after my parents have fallen asleep. I can help him when they’re not watching.
After a while, a clacking noise resonates from the window, drawing my attention. I curiously stare at the pane of glass then decide to investigate. I push the window open as wide as it will go and stick my head out. Gerard is standing on the lawn, a ridiculous beaming smile on his face. A backpack is slung over his shoulders.
My eyes widen disbelievingly and I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing but he holds a finger up to his lips. I shut my mouth while he waves goodbye. I watch him scout around the side of the house and finally disappear from sight. My feet stay rooted to the spot; I can’t believe he’s running away. I’m also surprised he can walk since he surely took one hell of a beating.
When I can move again my first instinct is to pack a bag and run after him. I have a fair idea of where he’s headed, presumably to Frank’s house. It wouldn’t be hard to call Frank to ask where his house is and if we can stay there for a night; I'm sure he’d oblige. But instead I make the decision to stay here and keep Dad from going down to the basement again. I know that if he finds out Gerard is gone and that I let him escape we’ll both be practically dead. I have to protect Gerard, though also less importantly myself, at all costs.
* I wake up early the next morning; pack things for school into my bag as quickly as I can. The footsteps barely sound because I run as lightly as possible down the stairs, bag bouncing on my shoulder. When I get down there I dump my bag on the counter and put the coffee pot on. As I stand in the kitchen anxiously the only thought running through my head is the hope that no one comes downstairs and gets to me before I leave.
The coffee finally finishes brewing. I pour it into my metal travel mug – which matches Gerard’s except that his is much more scratched and dented from his general carelessness – and scrawl a quick note about having an early meeting with my teacher. The lock on the door clicks rather loudly when I leave however the Mafia don’t spring from the hedges so I assume its fine.
Nothing exciting happens on the way to school, other than seeing my mother in her car on the way to work. In that case I have to desperately duck into a driveway before she notices me. Luckily she keeps on driving and didn’t even notice some teenager half-hidden behind a letterbox.
People mill around the gates of hell, um, school. They waste away time chatting with their friends or some of them (bleugh) making out. I'm on the lookout for any sign of Gerard or Frank, desperately needing confirmation that Gerard is alright and wasn't hunted down. Soon enough I see Frank walking towards the gates.
I try to snag his attention, sending him a question through facial expressions. He nods slightly which puts me at ease. Maybe a minute or two later I spot Gerard. He walks over and pulls me into a hug as soon as he can.
“Get a room, fags!” someone calls from behind us. I don’t pay any attention to it, my brother’s safe now.
“Mikey, you need to come with me. To Frank’s. It’s safer.” Gerard rushes out. His eyes flicker about, like he’s scared.
“He won’t mind?” I say slightly sceptically.
“No, I'm sure he won’t. Mrs. Iero is lovely. I’ll text you the street name, and then the number in a separate text. Pack your bags and get out. I can’t have you hurt because of this mess I got myself into.” He stare somewhere over my shoulder. “I have to go, okay? I love you, Mikes.”
“Okay. Love you too Gee.” We hug again briefly before someone – who I assume is Gerard’s bodyguard guy – steps round to the side of Gerard and clears his throat. Gerard nods in a goodbye gesture towards. I keep arms at my side but wave nonetheless.
“Bye Gee,” I say.
As soon as Dad’s hauled Gerard downstairs by the collar everything goes silent in the kitchen. I excuse myself and head up to my room. Of course I'm really worried about Gerard, but there’s nothing I can really do to help him. Knowing that fact makes everything ten times worse.
I lie down on my bed and turn my iPod on. Music normally helps distract me. I unravel the tangled black earphones then adjust them. I just lay there for ages, focusing intently on listening to the songs. Nagging thoughts about Gerard’s safety make me uneasy, so I have to resort to breathing exercises. I try to calm my anxiety by reassuring myself that I can help him after my parents have fallen asleep. I can help him when they’re not watching.
After a while, a clacking noise resonates from the window, drawing my attention. I curiously stare at the pane of glass then decide to investigate. I push the window open as wide as it will go and stick my head out. Gerard is standing on the lawn, a ridiculous beaming smile on his face. A backpack is slung over his shoulders.
My eyes widen disbelievingly and I open my mouth to ask what he’s doing but he holds a finger up to his lips. I shut my mouth while he waves goodbye. I watch him scout around the side of the house and finally disappear from sight. My feet stay rooted to the spot; I can’t believe he’s running away. I’m also surprised he can walk since he surely took one hell of a beating.
When I can move again my first instinct is to pack a bag and run after him. I have a fair idea of where he’s headed, presumably to Frank’s house. It wouldn’t be hard to call Frank to ask where his house is and if we can stay there for a night; I'm sure he’d oblige. But instead I make the decision to stay here and keep Dad from going down to the basement again. I know that if he finds out Gerard is gone and that I let him escape we’ll both be practically dead. I have to protect Gerard, though also less importantly myself, at all costs.
* I wake up early the next morning; pack things for school into my bag as quickly as I can. The footsteps barely sound because I run as lightly as possible down the stairs, bag bouncing on my shoulder. When I get down there I dump my bag on the counter and put the coffee pot on. As I stand in the kitchen anxiously the only thought running through my head is the hope that no one comes downstairs and gets to me before I leave.
The coffee finally finishes brewing. I pour it into my metal travel mug – which matches Gerard’s except that his is much more scratched and dented from his general carelessness – and scrawl a quick note about having an early meeting with my teacher. The lock on the door clicks rather loudly when I leave however the Mafia don’t spring from the hedges so I assume its fine.
Nothing exciting happens on the way to school, other than seeing my mother in her car on the way to work. In that case I have to desperately duck into a driveway before she notices me. Luckily she keeps on driving and didn’t even notice some teenager half-hidden behind a letterbox.
People mill around the gates of hell, um, school. They waste away time chatting with their friends or some of them (bleugh) making out. I'm on the lookout for any sign of Gerard or Frank, desperately needing confirmation that Gerard is alright and wasn't hunted down. Soon enough I see Frank walking towards the gates.
I try to snag his attention, sending him a question through facial expressions. He nods slightly which puts me at ease. Maybe a minute or two later I spot Gerard. He walks over and pulls me into a hug as soon as he can.
“Get a room, fags!” someone calls from behind us. I don’t pay any attention to it, my brother’s safe now.
“Mikey, you need to come with me. To Frank’s. It’s safer.” Gerard rushes out. His eyes flicker about, like he’s scared.
“He won’t mind?” I say slightly sceptically.
“No, I'm sure he won’t. Mrs. Iero is lovely. I’ll text you the street name, and then the number in a separate text. Pack your bags and get out. I can’t have you hurt because of this mess I got myself into.” He stare somewhere over my shoulder. “I have to go, okay? I love you, Mikes.”
“Okay. Love you too Gee.” We hug again briefly before someone – who I assume is Gerard’s bodyguard guy – steps round to the side of Gerard and clears his throat. Gerard nods in a goodbye gesture towards. I keep arms at my side but wave nonetheless.
“Bye Gee,” I say.
Notes
Yes, I have internet! I'm really sorry it took so long to update, obviously I was away and then I just had no inspiration but it's slowly returning. That's why this one is kind of short and sucky
Perhaps I should change this story's name to "That fic where the author is rly lazy and bombards everyone with excuses because she can't get her life sorted"
@me pull yourself together
Hope you're all well and not too stressed over school returning (if it has for you)
- Run Bunny x
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@Left Shark
Thank you! I'm really sorry it took so long, I use google to sign in and I was locked out of my google account and now the google connect or whatever is used to login to this site is outdated and yeah :// I'm just glad I could finish it and get back into my account!
6/8/15