Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge

Gerard lent against the balcony, taking a final drag of his cigarette before flicking it over the edge and to the grey concrete floor below. He hurried himself back inside, closing the door swiftly behind him and looked around the room. Iris was still asleep.

He sighed as he moved closer to her, sitting down on the bed beside her. She looks so sweet he thought bitterly, moving a stand of blonde hair out of her face and cupped her face. He wondered what her fathers might be thinking right now. Wondering where she was? Whether their precious daughter was going to be coming home tonight or if a bad man had picked her up in the night and taken her away?

He smirked, of course nothing bad had happened to her…. Yet.

He reached into the bedside table, taking out a switchblade and holding it against her face. Gerard stroked it against her face; he could do it right now if he wanted to. The urge to cut her pretty face was almost unbearable. To see her blood spill onto his sheets, to see her scream, to see the pain in her eyes and in her fathers when he dumped her back on her doorstep would give him so much pleasure. He felt himself grow hard at the thought. Yes, it really would mess with Frank’s head if he did this now. The smile from his face faded, twisted into a sinister sneer as he pushed it against her pallid skin.

But then, he stopped.

It wouldn’t be enough.

He didn’t just want to scare Frank, he wanted to watch his world burn.


******

Iris’s eyes fluttered open, the morning sun flooding through the open windows of the bedroom as she curled up in the white sheets of the bed. She lay back against the bed, staring up at the ceiling as she slowly closed her eyes; life had never seemed so peaceful. A warm feeling began to build up in her chest as thoughts of Gerard danced through her mind. He had been so good to her. It was almost hard to believe she had met someone so kind and understanding.

Rubbing her eyes, she hauled herself out of bed and smoothed out her dress, slowly making his way towards the kitchen. As he entered the room, he was hit by the sound of Kerrang radio and found Gerard wearing a long white bathrobe as he poured them each a cup of coffee. “Morning” Gerard said, offering him a tired smile. Iris smiled, yawning as she took a sip of the drink; its bittersweet taste was almost heavenly. They sat down at the kitchen table, listening to Avenge Sevenfold as they drank their coffee. “Last night was fun” Gerard said, warming his hand against the coffee mug. Iris nodded. “Yeah it was” she replied, grinning from ear to ear. Gerard opened his mouth to speak only to be interrupted by a loud knock at the door. He grabbed his phone, checking the time; 11:30. His smile faded as a look of horror spread across his face. “Get out” He moaned quietly, not daring to take his eyes off the front door. Iris stared at him, dumbfounded by this sudden change of tone. What was his problem? Why did he suddenly look so afraid? “Gerard….” She began.

“I said get out! Get out of my flat now” He roared, beckoning at the fire escape as he stared back at Iris with venomous eyes. She didn’t hesitate; grabbing her things, she swiftly ran out of the kitchen and down the fire escape, staring back up at the flat from the street; her heart racing.

What the fuck was that about?

******

As he opened the door, Gerard found himself faced with a ghost from his past. His pale skin looked even paler in his black suit and coat.. An unwelcoming look swept across his face, sending a chill down Gerard’s spine. “Hello Gerard” the man said said coldly. Gerard swallowed hard, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

“Mikey” he replied quietly.

“I think we need to have a chat” Mikey said, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. Gerard stood in the hallway, watching as his younger brother moved into the kitchen, eyeing the two cups of coffee in the kitchen. “Got company?” he asked suspicously, turning back to study his brothers face. Gerard followed him, shaking his head as he leant against the kitchen counter. “Their both mine” He said, keeping his voice low.

He should have remembered Mikey was coming round today; it was only yesterday that he called him. Mikey glanced towards the bedrooms. “You sure? Hope im not interrupting” He called out, his eyes falling back on his brother, trying to test his reaction. Gerard groaned, “there’s no one here Mikey” he said, folding his arms against his chest. “Now what do you want” he demanded, beginning to lose his patience.

Mikey reached into his pocket, producing a photo that he held up in front of Gerard. “Have you seen her” he asked, narrowing his eyes. Gerard leaned closer studying the photo; it was a picture of Iris. He shook his head. “Never seen her before” he replied matter-of-factly. Mikey paused from a moment, locking eyes with his brother. He knew Gerard was a good liar, but he had to be sure. Frank’s family meant the world to him and he would hate to think of anything happening to them.

Especially their kids.

“I should hope so. You keep away from them Gerard, you’ve done enough to them” he sneered, getting up in his brothers face before walking towards the front door. Gerard smiled. “Your on their side then” he called out. Mikey stopped, glancing back at his brother. “Always” he growled. He opened the door, taking a deep breath before walking out of Gerard’s life for good. “I have no brother” he sneered, slamming the door behind him.

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