Dark Side of the Street

*Kelly's P.O.V*
I was standing at my locker, it was the end of the day and I was getting my books for homework, when my friend Jen came walking over.
"Did you hear about Mikey?" she asked
"Hear what?" I asked, my brows furrowed in confusion. I hadn't seen Mikey yet today as he wasn't in school. I had no idea why though.
"He's in hospital" she said
"What?" I said, closing my locker. "What happened?Is he okay?How do you know?" I asked worriedly.
"Kelly, calm down" said Jen, grabbing a hold of my shoulders. "My sister was in the hospital because she thought she had broken her wrist and then at around 11pm, while she was in the waiting room, Mikey got rushed in on a stretcher by a load of nurses and doctors. She said that there was blood and everything."
"Well is he okay now?" I asked, my eyes starting to water.
"I don't know Kelly" she replied quietly.
With that I turned around and ran to the school parking lot. I was so happy I had got my car back the night before. I got in, started the engine, left the school grounds and made my way to the hospital.

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"I knew something bad would happen. I told him it would" I thought as I got out of the car, locked it and ran to the hospital doors. I walked up to the reception and waited anxiously for the lady behind it to get off the phone.
"I'm here to see Michael Way" I said before the lady even had time to place the phone back properly.
"I'm sorry no visitors" she said sternly.
"I'm his sister" I said. I don't know where that came from, but I knew me saying that would probably be the only way I would be able to see him.
"Oh, okay then" she said, softening a little. "Go down the corridor, take the first right and it will be the third room on the left, number 23"
"Thanks" I said, just before I ran in the direction she told me to. I got to number 23 and paused at the door. "What if he's really badly injured" I though. "What is he's..." but I couldn't bring myself to think the word. I took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
"Oh, I didn't know anyone was here" I said as Frank turned to look at me.
"Come in" he said. "Your the girl from Gerard's, right?" he asked as I walked into the room.
"Yeah,I'm Kelly" I said.
"Frank" he replied.
"I know" I said.
"You're lucky" he said.
"Why?" I asked, confused. What did he mean.
"Gerard just left" he answered.
"Oh" I said.
I walked over to the bed. Mikey was asleep. There were machines connected to him and a drip was pumping blood into his body. I turned away because I couldn't look at him just lying there looking weak and defenceless and...dead like.But he isn't, he's alive and that's all that matters
"What...What happened?" I asked in a whisper, tears starting to stream from my eyes.
"He got" he stopped and looked away from me. "He got stabbed"
"He tried to rob the warehouse last night, didn't he?" I asked.
"Yeah" he replied in a barely audible whisper.
The tears started to really flow now. He didn't want to rob the warehouse and now look what happened. I told him to stand up for himself,to leave the gang and maybe if he had done that he wouldn't be here. Maybe if I had done something, but he told me not to worry about him and I didn't, but I should have.
"What about you?" I asked Frank through gritted teeth, anger taking over me "Why aren't you lying in a bed beside his, hooked up to all these machines?"
"What do you mean?" he asked confused.
"I know you were to help him rob the warehouse" I said. "So why are you sitting here, not a hair out of place?" In my head I knew the answer, but I hoped I was wrong.
"Kelly" Frank said as he stood up and took a step closer to me.
"Oh my god" I said, taking a step back from him. "You left him" I whispered.
"Kelly, please, I can explain" He said, tears in his eyes, his hand reaching out to touch my arm.
"DON'T TOUCH ME" I shouted, pushing his hand away and taking another step back. "You saved yourself and left him to nearly get killed"
"I know" he said, his head bowed.
"He didn't want to rob the warehouse" I said quietly "HE WAS SCARED. HE WAS SCARED AND ALL HE NEEDED WAS A FRIEND TO WATCH HIS BACK FOR HIM. BUT INSTEAD YOU LEFT HIM TO DIE". I started to hit him over and over again and he just let me."HE. WAS. SCARED". The tears streaming from my eyes were blurring my vision.
"I WAS JUST FOLLOWING THE ORDER I WAS GIVEN WHEN I SAW THE OTHER GUY" he shouted back suddenly.
"OH REALLY" I shouted through gritted teeth. "AND WHO'S ORDERS WERE THEY?"
"GERARD'S" he shouted back.

Notes

Ohhhh, Gerard was willing to let his brother die?!?!
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