Strictly Forbidden
Bullets
Gerard’s POV
Before I can react Dad shoves his way through the door, shouldering Frank out of the way. Mikey stands trapped behind the door with a nose bleed from where the door smacked into his face. “I TOLD YOU I FUCKING KNEW WHERE YOU WERE!” Don screams manically. His appearance is dishevelled: his hair unkempt and face unshaved. His eyes have a frenzied, terrifying look in them. A rifle attached to a black strap is slung over his shoulder.
My eyes flicker towards Frank, trying to tell him to run. He regains his balance, though I can see he is shaking. I glance around for Mikey and see him making a ‘phone’ gesture with his bloodied hands and then he slinks off into the kitchen.
“You are going to come home right now, Gerard.” Don says icily. “Else I will fucking shoot you.” He calmly raises the gun slung over his shoulder so that it is pointing towards my chest. I gulp, hoping Mikey returns soon. Frank stands quivering in the corner, a river of tears flowing down his cheeks.
“Did you actually think you could get away with this, Gerard? You’re meant to fucking die. You’re useless, worthless and you disgust me.” He punctuates the sentence by spitting at me, the glob of which hits me right in the face. I reach up to wipe the spit off my face but he smacks my hand away. “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE MOVE!” he yells.
In the silence following his outburst I hear a police siren wailing and smirk.
“You’re caught now,” I sneer. He presses the gun heavily to my chest, wiping the smug look from my face.
“Am I?” he says venomously.
“Yes!” Mikey exclaims out of nowhere and then lunges for the rifle.
Everything goes in slow motion: my brother sailing through the air as he leaps towards Don; the cold metallic pressure of the rifle being lifted from my chest and aimed towards Mikey; the flooding red and blue lights and the officers bursting into the house; the bullet sinking into the left of Mikey’s ribcage.
He falls to the ground, spraying the tile with minute spits of red. Blood pours from the wound and Mikey begins to convulse, gasping for air and the wound making a terrible sucking noise. Police officers quickly handcuff my estranged father who is laughing and spluttering threats. Emergency personal bolt to my brother and check his vital signs, then lift him onto a stretcher. I’m stunned by the scene, frozen to the spot. “Mikey,” I choke out breathlessly.
Frank’s POV
I watch the scene unfold in front of me in shock. Mikey is gasping and clutching at his chest where the bullet entered; the paramedics have to strap him to the stretcher so that they can move him safely without injuring him further. Each breath he tries to pull in makes a sucking noise. Then they load him into the awaiting ambulance outside and shut the doors. They speed off without us.
Soon, once he has registered what’s going on, Gerard stumbles out the door and after the ambulance, shouting for Mikey. I follow him and grabs his arm.
“Gerard! Gerard! They’re gone!” I try to break through to him uselessly.
He turns to me once the vehicle is entirely out of sight.
“If he dies…It’s my fault.” He states feebly, then crumples to the concrete.
Before I can react Dad shoves his way through the door, shouldering Frank out of the way. Mikey stands trapped behind the door with a nose bleed from where the door smacked into his face. “I TOLD YOU I FUCKING KNEW WHERE YOU WERE!” Don screams manically. His appearance is dishevelled: his hair unkempt and face unshaved. His eyes have a frenzied, terrifying look in them. A rifle attached to a black strap is slung over his shoulder.
My eyes flicker towards Frank, trying to tell him to run. He regains his balance, though I can see he is shaking. I glance around for Mikey and see him making a ‘phone’ gesture with his bloodied hands and then he slinks off into the kitchen.
“You are going to come home right now, Gerard.” Don says icily. “Else I will fucking shoot you.” He calmly raises the gun slung over his shoulder so that it is pointing towards my chest. I gulp, hoping Mikey returns soon. Frank stands quivering in the corner, a river of tears flowing down his cheeks.
“Did you actually think you could get away with this, Gerard? You’re meant to fucking die. You’re useless, worthless and you disgust me.” He punctuates the sentence by spitting at me, the glob of which hits me right in the face. I reach up to wipe the spit off my face but he smacks my hand away. “DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE MOVE!” he yells.
In the silence following his outburst I hear a police siren wailing and smirk.
“You’re caught now,” I sneer. He presses the gun heavily to my chest, wiping the smug look from my face.
“Am I?” he says venomously.
“Yes!” Mikey exclaims out of nowhere and then lunges for the rifle.
Everything goes in slow motion: my brother sailing through the air as he leaps towards Don; the cold metallic pressure of the rifle being lifted from my chest and aimed towards Mikey; the flooding red and blue lights and the officers bursting into the house; the bullet sinking into the left of Mikey’s ribcage.
He falls to the ground, spraying the tile with minute spits of red. Blood pours from the wound and Mikey begins to convulse, gasping for air and the wound making a terrible sucking noise. Police officers quickly handcuff my estranged father who is laughing and spluttering threats. Emergency personal bolt to my brother and check his vital signs, then lift him onto a stretcher. I’m stunned by the scene, frozen to the spot. “Mikey,” I choke out breathlessly.
Frank’s POV
I watch the scene unfold in front of me in shock. Mikey is gasping and clutching at his chest where the bullet entered; the paramedics have to strap him to the stretcher so that they can move him safely without injuring him further. Each breath he tries to pull in makes a sucking noise. Then they load him into the awaiting ambulance outside and shut the doors. They speed off without us.
Soon, once he has registered what’s going on, Gerard stumbles out the door and after the ambulance, shouting for Mikey. I follow him and grabs his arm.
“Gerard! Gerard! They’re gone!” I try to break through to him uselessly.
He turns to me once the vehicle is entirely out of sight.
“If he dies…It’s my fault.” He states feebly, then crumples to the concrete.
Notes
I was going to end at the part where Mikey gets shot but that would be too mean :( Fancy POV changed though
Also I've decided not to upload this until I've written the next chapter so fear not!
This will be accompanied in the future by the next chapter (which is right when you guys are reading now.........inception)
- Run Bunny x
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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!
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