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Garmin was sat on the hood of his car smoking a joint, as Frank rode into the yard.
He watched Frank park up, then slouch over toward him.

"Morning Frankie boy.. Sleep well?"

Frank dragged his ass off his bike. His hangover from last night's drinking binge was still making him feel like the earth was spinning backwards.

"Frank!"

Garmin said, sternly.

"Answer me when I talk to you!"

"Yeah, what?"

"I SAID.."

Garmin fumed slightly.

"Sleep well?!"

"Are you fucking stupid?! Does it look like I did?!"

Garmin stepped up close to the smaller man, and hissed in his ear.

"Don't you speak to me like that, you little shit.. Did you forget who basically owns you right now?.. You'd do well to keep your sass to yourself, get in that office, and down on your Goddamn knees!"

He leaned back slightly to look into Frank's tired eye, and sent him a look like "WELL?"

"Yes sir."

Frank walked into the office with Garmin close behind. He found the dog bed pillow that Garmin bought for him. He crawled onto it and waited for his next orders.

Garmin sat down at his desk and stared thoughtfully at the older man. There was so much he could get Frank to do, but he couldn't decide what he wanted right now.
A wicked grin spread across his face, and he picked up a pen, and started writing a list.. Once he was done, he turned amused eyes toward his defeated pet.

"Frankie boy!.. We're going to play a game!.."

He watched Frank's face crease in confusion.

"I've made a list of things I'd like you to do.. There's 5 things!.. So you get to pick!.. Frankie boy.. Pick a number, 1-5!"

Frank worked so hard to stop seeing double. He swayed a bit, just wanting his bed back. Covers over him safe and warm and Gerard snuggled up next to... but that was over. Gerard ran away from him and no one knew where he was. He had not been at the house for a month and Frank went and checked a couple times a week to see if anything was different. He shook the thought out of his head. His fiancé, the love of his life was gone and now this was his life.

"I guess 3."

Garmin looked down at his list, his cock getting hard at what Frank had chosen.

"Oh Frankie boy.. You naughty, naughty boy!"

He grinned as he started unzipping his flies.

"Strip off and lie on your back, then get yourself nice and hard.. I'm gonna ride you!.. Won't that be fun?!"

Frank was too tired to even care anymore. He had lost all hope in the bottom of the bottle he crawled into everyday. Frank just shucked off his pants and started to jerk himself. After about five minutes he realized that nothing was happening. He went a few more minutes and now it was just hurting. His cock was a limp as if he took a piss.

Garmin was watching him, and it was getting pretty obvious that he wasn't getting his ride today.
Sighing deeply, he opened the bottom drawer of his desk, and pulled out a bright red and black leather whip.
The handle was mostly red, with smooth silver studs all around it.
It had a black strap that fit comfortably around Garmin's wrist, and the whip section itself.. was a couple dozen thin strips of soft red leather.
Garmin put on the wrist strap, and stood up.

"Enough!"

He barked.

"Get on your hands and knees.. And start counting, bitch!"

Frank is grateful to let go of himself. He is also starting to go numb again from the alcohol still in his system. Honestly he is surprised that he has not crashed yet on his bike. He moves to his hands and knees and waits.

Garmin slipped one hand inside his open pants, to wrap around his already hard cock, then stepped up behind his pet.

"Count off!"

He raised the whip and brought it down against Frank's pale ass.

"One."

Frank started his counting. If this had been the first time he would be reacting, but Frank had been whipped so many times that he is desensitized to it.

"Ten."

Frank is so tried now that he just wants to pass out. He knows he is not reacting the way Garmin wants, but fuck him.

Garmin was getting annoyed!
Frank should be crying, or screaming by now.. it wasn't like he was going easy on him.
Well, plans a and b didn't work, or rather, items 3 and 4 from the list.. so now it was time for plan c!.. Item number 1!
He turned and placed the whip back in his drawer, then sat at his desk with his legs spread wide.

"Get over here bitch!.. Come suck me off!"

Frank crawled over and was about to obey when the intercom went off.

"Garmin, I need those projections for the coming quarter in my hands now!"

"FUCK!"

Garmin cursed. He looked down at Frank.

"Hold that thought pet."

He tucked himself away awkwardly, zipped up, grabbed the papers in question and headed out the door.
Before shutting it, he looked back.

"I'm gonna fuck your pretty little mouth when I get back, so don't go anywhere!"

Then he was gone.

Garmin walked into Sam's office and Sam frowned.

"Son, I told you I needed those projections last week. What are you and Frank doing over there?"

"Um.."

Garmin looked at the floor.

"We err.. Well.."

He stuttered.
Damn!.. His father could always make him sound like a gibbering idiot.

Sam takes the projections and gives them a quick glance. He frowns as he flips the pages.

"Son, what is this? This is a complete mess!"

Sam runs his hands over his face.

"Look, I know you are really trying to help, but have Frank do the quarterly papers. He has more knowledge than you do about how to log the numbers properly."

"Ok sir."

Garmin murmured, taking the papers back.
His father had always been a stickler for manners, and calling him "sir", always softened his mood.

"Was there anything else?"

"Tell Frank I would like to see him."

Garmin swallowed heavily, then nodded.

"Yes sir!"

Then he turned, and left.

Frank had fallen asleep when Garmin returned

Garmin rolled his eyes then kicked him in the ribs.

"Wake up Frankie boy.. You got work to do!"

The first thing Frank felt was the kick, the second was him losing what little was in his stomach, a few fries that the girl in the bar makes him eat, and a shit ton of liquid.

"Oh FUCK!.. My shoes!"

Garmin cursed, kicking off his designer sneakers.

"You little asshole!.. You'll pay for that!"

He grabbed Frank by the hair and dragged him backwards across the floor, before throwing him down, face first in the corner, then going to grab the whip he'd used before.

"This time.. I'm going for 100!"

He said, stalking back toward the older man.

Frank just groaned knowing that there was nothing that he could do. Knowing that he wanted to do nothing. Maybe this would kill him and he could try and find Gerard again in the new life.

Garmin raised the whip, then brought it cracking down against Frank's already bruised skin.

"Count off ya little cunt!"

He spat, lifting the whip high once again.

"G-G-Go fuckkk yourseeelf."

Garmin paused, tilting his head.

"Just how stupid are you Frank?"

He leaned down over him.

"What.. You don't remember why you're here?.. You don't remember that I know who's been hurting your little girly-boy?"

He smirked as he raised the whip again.

"Now!.. I said- COUNT OFF, CUNT!"

"Garmin, I thought I told you ...to..."

Sam opened the office door and was speechless by the sight of what he saw.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!?"

The colour drained from Garmin's face, and the whip fell to the floor at his feet.
His mouth was opening and closing like a goldfish, and he was pretty sure that his heart was about to explode straight out of his chest.

"D.. Dad!"

Sam looked at his son and then at Frank.

"You have a lot of explaining to do son."

What was he supposed to say?.. What couldhe say, that wouldn't leave him disowned by his own father?
Garmin thought fast.

"I'm sorry dad!.. But I'm.. I'm gay!.. And Frank.. Well.. Frank and I.. We're.."

He trailed off, staring at the floor.

"Son I have always known that you were gay, but what I didn't know is that you were sadistic."

Sam walked forward and helped Frank up.

"Frank is engaged Garmin and no son of mine is going to be the cause of two people to break up."

"Dad!.. He's NOT!"

Garmin protested.

"Gerard left him!"

"I find that hard to believe. Not the way these two were always carrying on here."

Sam looked at Frank.

"Frank, tell me what happened?"

"I..."

Frank looked at Garmin. He had lost everything when he lost Gerard so he just had nothing left.

"Your son sexually harassed me. He drugged me and the orally raped me. When this happened I quit and got drunk. When I came home Gerard was in pain from something and I was too drunk to notice. when I woke up the next morning he was gone. No one has seen him since, not even his brother."

Frank took another deep breath.

"Your son claims to know where he is, and has been keeping me a sexual prisoner with this knowledge for the last month. I don't think he knows anything though."

Oh.. Fuck!
Garmin swallowed heavily. He would accept death at this point.. It would be better than facing his father.
Slowly he turned wide eyes from Frank, to Sam.

"Daddy.. I.. I.."

He had no words!

"Frank go home. Take a few weeks off with pay. Your job will still be here when you come back, if you still want it."

Frank looked at Sam and then began to get dressed.

Garmin slumped into his desk chair.. He was in for a right bollocking now!
He wasn't sure he'd ever seen his father that angry in his entire life.
this, was not going to be pretty!

"Thank you Sam."

Frank left the two Talbot men to their own devices. He was free of Garmin, but still didn't know where Gerard was. He was fooling himself that Garmin actually had any knowledge at all. He hopped on his bike and headed for the bar. Why break routine right?

(time passes)

Rick woke up first. He saw that Gerard was still asleep. He slipped out of bed after planting a simple kiss on his forehead. He padded out of the room and headed to the bathroom to get dressed. Once dressed he wrote a quick note to Gerard's house mate and then after slipping it under her door and left.

Gerard woke up to an empty bed.
Rick had said he'd help him.. Said he'd stop Jon.. Instead, he'd left!
Gerard wasn't surprised, he hadn't expected Rick to stay, but it would've been nice not to wake up alone.
Stumbling from the bed, Gerard was just about to leave the room to go get coffee, when Jon's cellphone beeped.. A text!
Whimpering slightly, Gerard picked up the phone and read the message.
Basically, he had an hour to get ready, and get to their meeting spot.
The place they always met now was a diner, about twenty minutes drive away. That gave Gerard forty to get into the outfit Jon had decided he had to wear today.. He'd sent a photo.. and, of course, that damn pink cock cage!
He decided to forego the coffee, and went to shower instead.
He avoided the bathroom mirror, knowing how beaten and dead he looked, and just got on with scrubbing himself clean.
When he got out, he quickly dried himself off and pulled out the clothes he was to wear.
What was Jon's obsession with tartan mini-skirts anyway?.. Did he have a fetish for Scottish girls or something?
Gerard picked up the cock cage.
If he wore this, it would mean no panties.. He didn't have a choice!
It wasn't the first one he'd worn. Jon had made him model some at the shop on various occasions, but this was the first one he'd had to put on by himself.
Tears were streaming down his thin, pale face as he clipped it into position. He'd been right!.. He couldn't wear panties with this!
Sighing heavily.. cos this was his life now.. Gerard put on the mini-skirt and suspenders, the tiny white tie-fronted shirt, and the thick, black neck-tie.
Then he slipped his feet into his black, lace-up, high heeled ankle boots, and finally put on his fitted ladies biker jacket.
The outfit looked good, but Gerard STILL avoided the mirror, not wanting to see his dead eyes staring back at him.
Picking up his keys, wallet and phones, Gerard checked the time. It was 7:32am, and he was supposed to meet Jon at 8.. He'd make it as long as he went now, and there wasn't too much traffic.
Of course, Gerard doesn't get good luck!
As he reached the front door, and was just about to open it and step out into the hallway, he heard a noise.
Peeping out through the spy-hole, Gerard cursed, silently.
There was Pete, in red pyjama pants and no shirt, pinned up against the wall by Mikey.. their tongues shoved halfway down each other's throats.
Gerard looked away. He didn't want to watch his baby brother doing.. that!
After a minute of so, he heard one of the sluttiest moans he'd ever heard in his life, and couldn't help but look.
Fuck no!.. Pete's pants were down around his knees, and Mikey had his hand wrapped around Pete's quite sizeable cock.
Gerard had a brief, and unexplainable desire to go out there and suck on it, but he held himself back.
He couldn't believe they were doing that in the hallway. Anyone could walk up!.. Mrs Merton, the 80 year old widow from the floor above, could decide to go shopping now. Gerard was pretty sure she'd die on the spot!
Gerard looked at the clock on the wall. 7:53! FUCK!.. He was going to be late!.. And if he was even a minute late, he would be punished.. But it would still be less than what he'd get if he didn't show up at all.
Time ticked by, and Gerard thought Mikey might just fuck Pete right there.. Luckily, that didn't happen, and they eventually went back inside their apartment.. Gerard didn't think too hard about why.
One minute after they shut their door, Gerard was out of his, and running down the stairs, as fast as he could in those heels.
Once downstairs, he hurried out the side door, into the alleyway, to where his car was parked, so Mikey would never see it.
His car started first time.. Miracle!.. and he drove like the wind toward the diner.
Every fucking traffic light was against him, and by the time he pulled into the small, grey parking lot, it was already 8:26am.. This was really bad!
Taking a couple deep breaths to calm himself, Gerard got out of the car and walked into the diner.
He looked around, and there, in the corner booth, a face like thunder, was Jon!
Trembling, Gerard walked over to the table, head down, and fingernails digging crescent moon shapes into his palms.

"I'm sorry master!"

He whispered as he stopped in front of the livid younger man.

"No you are not sorry, but you are going to be sorry. For that you get nothing to eat or drink today."

Jon got up and walked out of the diner.

Oh well.. Gerard thought, trailing behind him.. Bright side!

(scene change)

Hayley woke up and looked at the clock. Her alarm never went off and she was late for work. She got up quickly and grabbed her clothes. She ran to the door heading to the bathroom and slipped on a piece of paper on the floor. Skidding into the door she landed hard on her ass.

"Ow, what the fuck?"

Hayley picked up the piece of paper. She unfolded it.

"We need to talk about Gee.
Call me please when you get this.
Rick"

Hayley guessed that this was the guy that was in bed with Gerard last night. She looked at the clock. She was really late now and that asshole Garmin would probably use that excuse to fire her, but Gerard was really important to her so she decided to call first. Fuck them. She dialed the number and waited for Rick to pick up.

"Cum as you are, Ravishing Rick at your service."

Hayley looked at the paper. Had she dialled the right number?

"Oh, erm.. Hello!.. I'm Hayley!.. Gee's roommate?"

She said, awkwardly.

"Oh hey! Thanks for calling me. Sorry, I have to answer the store phone that way."

Hayley laughed nervously.

"Yeah!.. Right!.. So, you wanted to talk about Gee?"

"Yeah, um...is he there?"

"I don't know!.. Hold on, I'll check!"

Hayley went to Gerard's bedroom door and knocked.. No answer, so she quietly opened the door and peered inside.

"No!"

She stated, returning the phone to her ear.

"Looks like he went to work."

"Is that what he calls it?"

Hayley saw red.

"Hey!.. I don't know who you think you are, but Gee's art is very important to him, and I know it's not a job like yours.."

She sneered the word "yours", having realised what line of work this Rick was in.

".. but it's still.."

She was cut off, mid-rant, by Rick whistling down the phone to get her attention.

"OWW,.. what the fuck?"

"Look if you call fucking someone that you really don't want to be fucking "art"..."

Yes, he actually held up his fingers in quotations on the other side of the phone call.

"...then it is you who has the fucked up ideas babe."

Hayley's mouth dropped open.. What was he on about?

"What the fuck are you on about?

"Look, *sigh* I'm not proud of this, but I was unwillingly helping my friend Johnny hurt your roommate. I thought that he had broken up with his girlfriend and moved on with Gee and that they were into all this kinky shit like Dom/sub stuff, but yesterday I found out that Gerard is trapped against his will and that Johnny is hurting him and cheating on his girl, I can't wait to tell Al about that part, but that is on Johnny and..."

"Wait WHAT?.."

Hayley yelled.

"I mean.. He was

She trailed off, tears escaping her eyes. She swallowed heavily before continuing.

"It's still happening?"

Her voice, small and weak.

"So this has happened before. I mean with Johnny?"

Hayley shook her head, then realised that Rick couldn't see her through the phone.

"I didn't know the guy's name.. Gee wouldn't tell us!.."

She paused, trying to collect her thoughts.

"He said it was his bosses son.. That he'd been.."

She swallowed, feeling a little sick.

"The guy broke Gerard!.. When Pete brought him to me, I wasn't sure he was gonna make it!"

"He's still pretty broken, but if we don't get him from Johnny, he is going to end up dead. Look, I'll come by your place as soon as my co-worker gets here, which should be in about 10 minutes. Meanwhile, I'll call Johnny and find out where they are."

"Ok.."

Hayley breathed.

"I'm gonna fetch Pete and Mikey.. They'll want in on this!"

"Wait, who's that?"

"Mikey's Gee's brother, and Pete's Mikey's boyfriend!"

Hayley said, pulling on her jeans.

"Ah, okay. I see my co-worker, so I will be there in a few."

"Ok.. See ya soon!"

Hayley hung up, dropping her phone on the bed, before grabbing a t-shirt and struggling into it.
Once she was dressed, she headed next door.. Hopefully the boys would still be home.
Knocking loudly, she was relieved to hear movement from inside the other apartment.

"You have got to be kidding me!"

All morning long Pete had been trying to get laid. It was going great in the hallway, but neither one of them wanted to run into someone while they were fucking in public. Once they got in the apartment again, it was one interruption after another. This was the third time and Pete had had it. He climbed off Mikey and stormed towards the door buck ass naked.

"Unless someone else is dead or dying, you are going to be dead for stopping me from getting laid!"

Pete threw open the door to see a stunned Hayley. Not even caring that his half hard cock was pointing at her he glowered.

"What is so fucking important Hales!?"

Wide eyed, but keeping her gaze averted, Hayley said just one word..

"Gee!"

She could tell that was enough!

"What? What was that?"

Mikey came running out even harder than Pete was.

"You saw Gee? Where, where was he!?"

Hayley stared pointedly at the ceiling.

"Could you like, put some pants on, or something?.. Then come to mine and I'll tell you what I can."

She turned back toward her door before they could stop her.

(time passes)

Rick was jogging up the stairs when he ran right into someone.

"Ugh, oh man, sorry."

"Don't worry about it, I was't watching where I was going."

The two men brushed themselves off and then both proceeded to knock on the same door.

"About fucking time!"

Hayley grumbled as she opened the door to the three men.

"Oh, err hi?"

"Rick looked at Hayley and then the two guys.

"You must be Mikey and Pete?"

"Yeah, and who are you?"

"I'm Rick."

"And I'm Hayley!.. So now that's sorted.. maybe you should all come in."

She sassed, turning around and disappearing back inside her apartment.

Rick walked in and stood by the counter. Without even waiting for the other guys he started in.

"So I called Johnny and told him I had a package to deliver. I said it was something that he would want to use right away for disciplining his "pet". The bastard gave me the address. He's at one of our frat brother's cabins."

Hayley swallowed back another wave of nausea.

"Right."

She said, stiffly.

"So what's your plan?"

"Wait wait wait, hold the fuck on? Who is this guy, and who is Johnny? And what is this talk of pets!? What does this all have to do with Gee!?"

Hayley stepped over to an irate Mikey, and gently took his hands.

"I think you should sit down. There's a few things you need to know!"

Mikey looked at her and then Rick, and then moved to the living room. He sat down and yelped. Something was under the cushion. He pulled out a paint brush.

"Gee was here."

"Yes!"

Hayley said. There was no reason to hide it now.

"He's been here a while."

"What do you mean a while?"

Pete sighed and sat down next to Mikey.

"I helped Gerard move in with Hayley last month and..."

Pete could not say anymore becasue Mikey punched him.

Hayley yelped and pulled Mikey back.

"ENOUGH!"

She shouted, as her and Rick attempted to stop Mikey from hitting Pete again.

"You gonna hit me too?.. I had him here and didn't tell you, because that's what he wanted.. Are you gonna punch me in the face, or can we let you go now?"

"How could you do that to me!? You both knew how freaked out I was... And Frank! Poor Frank! He's a fucking mess!"

"Uh.. Yeah!"

Hayley chewed on her lip, refusing to make eye contact.

"He really is!.. Look.. I didn't know till the other night.. This guy I've been getting drunk with at the bar?.. Listening to his mumble about his lost love?.. Well.. It's Frank!.. Gee's Frank!"

She looked around the men's stunned faces.

"What are the odds, right?"

"Wait...so you know Frank and you knew he was talking about Gee and you didn't tell him!"

"No no!.. Look.. He never said a name.. Always 'my baby' or 'angel' or something like that... I didn't know!.. I swear!.. If I'd known, I would've at least told one of you."

Hayley sobbed as tears started to wet her cheeks.

"If I knew.."

She sat down heavily on the sofa, and buried her face in her hands.

"I'm sorry."

"Okay okay, so wait. Why was Gerard here in the first place? I mean no one knew why he ran away from Frank."

"I did."

Pete sat up on his knees and wiped the blood away from his face.

"Gerard was raped by his next door neighbor after he whipped the shit out of his back. He couldn't face Frank thinking that he would believe he was a slut now so he ran... I picked him up."

Pete took another deep breath.

"He asked me to hide him away from Frank and not tell anyone where he was. I knew that Alicia was away at her parents for the summer so I asked Hayley to let Gerard stay here."

"I kept trying to get him to talk to you Mikey.. He just wouldn't!"

Hayley sniffed, head still in hands.

"Wait...so I get Pete's part and Hayley's part, but where do you come in?"

Mikey looked at Rick. Rick kind of rubbed the back of his neck.

"Ah...I unknowingly helped out Johnny with Gerard."

"What do you mean helped?"

"I work for a sex shop and Johnny gets a discount on his toys."

Rick could see Mikey clenching his fist again.

"What kind of... discount?"

He was gritting he teeth and Rick decided that he deserved to get hit for what he did.

"Gerard blew me."

No one could stop Mikey. He was off the sofa and his fist connected with Ricks face.
Hayley didn't even try to step in this time, but she did shout at Mikey to stop.

"Mikey stop, please!.. He did wrong, he knows that, but he's here to help now.. He's here to put things right and get Gee back."

"Um...does anyone want to tell me what's going on?"

Alicia stepped in the door and put her bags down.

"Alicia!"

Hayley cheered, crossing the room and pulling her friend into a hug.

"I didn't think you were coming back till next week?!"

"My parents pissed me off and I missed Johnny and his texts were so sweet that I had to see him and..."

Alicia stop and looks and sees her next door neighbor hovering over someone she knows.

"Ricky!"

Alicia runs over and stops short. Mikey is holding Ricky's shirt in his fist and Ricky's face is all fucked up.

"Mikey, why are you beating up Ricky?"

"Cause he violated my brother."

"Your brother?"

"Yeah, Gerard."

"Oh! Johnny's artist neighbour! He's your brother! He is so amazing! He's going to design my room and..."

"Alicia!"

Hayley grabbed her attention back.

"Focus!"

She sat her friend down, and tried to think how to begin.. She drew a blank, and turned to the guys for help in explaining the situation.

"Wait, you're dating the rapist?"

"Rapist? Who's a rapist? Johnny? No way! He's such a sweet heart and..."

"No he's not Al. He is a rapist and he has been cheating on you."

"Cheating on me, with who?"

"My brother."

"Um...Johnny isn't gay."

"You're right he's not."

Everyone turned to Rick.

"It's not about being gay for Johnny, it's about control and he uses fear to do it. Gerard is so scared of him that he just obeys."

"So Johnny is cheating on me with Gee...but wait, you said he raped someone."

"Yeah, he did."

"Who?"

"Gerard."

"But you said they were..."

"It's not with Gerard's consent."

"Wait...I thought Gerard was engaged?"

"After Johnny raped him, he left Frank."

Hayley was getting a headache.

"I need a coffee, anyone want one?"

She guessed that no one heard her, cos they continued to talk, so she stood up and headed for the kitchen.
When she returned a couple minutes later, having taken an Advil, and made herself a coffee, she found that they were still trying to explain the whole thing to Alicia.
Sighing heavily, she took a sip of her drink, then put it down.

"Hey guys?"

She shouted over all their voices. They all stopped and turned toward her.

"Better!"

She muttered before continuing.

"I think we can all agree that Gee's not here, right?"

They all nodded.

"Ok!.. So that means he's with that scumbag, right?"

"Right, so we need to go get him and..."

"First we need to get Frank. After everything, he deserves to know what's going on."

Hayley looked at the clock on the wall.

"Where would he be now?.. Work?"

Mikey looks at his watch.

"Yeah, he's probably in the dispatch office right now. We can try calling."

"Dispatch office?.. Why?.. Where does he work?"

"Special Delivery Bike Messaging Service."

"Yeah, he used to be a rider, but he was promoted to dispatch...well sort of. He ended up training this snot nose kid named Garmin and..."

While Mikey explained Frank's job to Hayley, Pete called the office.

"Guys! Frank's not there!"

"Did he get fired?"

"No, he's on paid vacation."

"So let's go to the house then."

"Um, guys?"

Hayley said, nervously.

"There's something you should know about Frank.. And the guy he was training..."

She looked around their expectant faces.

"I mean, Frank was really drunk, so I couldn't understand some of what he said.. But he did say that his boss's kid knew something that Frank needed to know, and the guy was, kinda, blackmailing him, I guess."

Hayley took a breath.

"Also.. I think we should check the bar first.. It's like his home away from home. I should've known that Garmin was up to something.. Asshole!"

"Wait, how do you know Garmin?"

"I work there.. In the packing and sorting office.. I never knew Frank worked there though."

"Wow, that's like..."

"Guys, look, we need to get Frank and then Gerard and fast."

"Ok then.."

Hayley said.

"Who's driving?"

"I think we need to split up. You Mikey and Alica go get Frank. Rick and I will head to the cabin. Johnny doesn't know who I am, so Ricky can make shit up. If Gerard says anything, Rick can say that I work at the store.

"Ok, that works!.. So let's go, and Pete?"

Hayley put her hand on Pete's arm and he turned to her.

"You have Mikey's number, and mine.. So call when you've got Gee.. Ok?"

Pete hugged Hayley and then Alicia. Mikey walked up to Rick.

"Hey, sorry, I just worry about my brother a lot."

"As well you should. You know on top of everything else going on, he'd got an eating disorder."

Hayley sighed.

"He's been here a month, and I only worked that out the other night.. He's good at hiding things.. But don't worry.. Between us, we'll make this right.. Now let's go.. Ok?"

"Right, meet you at Frank's house."

"You mean Gerard and Frank's house."

Mikey smiled and hugged Pete. Then all five of them left for their destinations.

Notes

Hello there chipmunks...

So, we're nearing the end now, and that makes me sad, cos I've loved writing this one!

Check AO3 for momiji's notes...

Please comment, stay safe, and peace out babies!
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