Red is the Divine Exception
Dead-end Mystery
Gerard's Point of View
My body jolts up in a sudden frantic. Huh? No nightmares? Nothing?
Where the hell am I?
I try to look around but someone is in front of me, blocking my view. I lift my head up, only to be stuck under this body. I pull out my arm in an easy manner and I quickly sit up. Oh I'm in Ghoul's place. Wait, did we sleep together? As in a rush as the memories flood through and a reassuring feeling flows through me. Okay good, nothing extreme went on. Ghoul moves around and shake him a little to wake him up. I don't want to leave before he wakes up, that's rude. Even though I do that to mostly every person I have a one-night stand with, this time seems different. Ghoul didn't want me to leave last night; somehow that feeling comes back again and I get frustrated. What is this emotion? Why does it only return around Ghoul? Too many damn questions for the morning.
Ghoul turns around to face me and smiles, "You stayed."
"How could I leave? My arm was stuck under you." We both laugh and he gets up from the couch.
I stand up and stretch; making the whale noises too. I feel my phone in my back pocket vibrating, so I get it out and see 27 missed calls from Mikey.
"Oh shit! Hey Ghoul excuse me or a second, I have to take this call." Ghoul nods and heads to the kitchen as I answer the call.
"Oh God Gerard! Please answer! Where the hell are you? Are you okay?" Mikey bombards me with questions as I get a headache from all the loud shouting in my ear.
"Hey, hey, hey Mikey! Shut the fuck up for a second. Jesus Christ man. Okay I was at a friend's house last night." I calmly reply.
"Fuck, please don't tell me you did anything illegal."
"No, we made pancakes and watched a movie. Don't you trust me?" I ask.
"Hell no I don't trust you, Look at all the shit you've done and you're only damn 24. I'm you're little brother, but I always have to act like I'm your Mother!"
"Don't you dare say that Mikey! You know damn well never to bring that up. Goodbye." I hang up the phone and look over at Ghoul who seems to be quite surprised at my aggression.
"I'm sorry, he just, he....my brother always..." I can't seem to find the right set of words to explain how he makes me feel.
"He can't understand why bringing up something hurts you? Yeah, I know, that's what me father does to me everyday of my life." Ghoul looks down, disappointed.
"Yeah, yeah, but I love him you know? Unconditionally." I smile.
I look around to see if I left my shoes anywhere, but I can't seem to find them.
"Hey Ghoul, have you seen my shoes?" I asked, feeling kinda uncomfortable since I just woke up and I'm already planning on leaving.
"I had no idea you even took them off." He shrugs.
"Well I need to go get my laundry....Do you mind if I borrow a pair of yours? Y-You can come with me and then we can look for mine after if you don't mind." I stuttered, Fuck why am I so damn nervous. I guess I feel like I'm free-loading off of him.
"Smart idea, but I like kinda just woke up so....I'll be real quick. Trust me, I look better when I don't have bed-head." We both laugh and I call Mikey.
It only takes a few seconds and the call is accepted. "Hey Mikey, I-I'm sorry for what I said. I..I just wish you'd trust me you know? I thought I would've gained your trust by now and I ju-."
"Gerard, you need to remember that earning something like that is hard to do- and after what you did. I-I...ugh.... it's hard to look at you the same way. Please Gee don't be offended I only want the best for the both of us, but if that means we're going to have times like this you'll need to understand; Okay? You're going to have to show you won't run off again like you did before with him. Please don't." Mikey pleads.
Why did I do that to my family? Why did I cause them so much pain? They never deserved someone like me to fuck everything up. There's nothing more that I want than just to take all of it back. I wish I could go back to when I was an adolescent and apologize, just apologize. That's all I'd ask for...
"Gee, you still there?" He answers back.
"Yeah, -um-, I'll be home in a little bit. I'm just gonna take a quick walk if you don't mind." I swiftly leave without any trace of Ghoul knowing, except for the note I gave him last night he probably won't even call me ever again. That's who I am, a good for nothing drunk.
Like I came in, I left. Like everyday I'd find myself urging to forget, using whatever I can to ignore the truth. Just like everyone says, "Ignorance is bliss."
Frank's Point of View
After realizing Poison had left me to do I don't even know what, I went on throughout my morning routine and headed to the laundromat still feeling slight disappointment. The thought kept occurring to me "He doesn't like me cause I'm an open book, I mean I practically shoved myself into him. I would be uncomfortable too."
Where was the laundromat again? I look through my pockets and a note falls out. Oh it's Poison's phone number, but this time I noticed writing on the back. Hesitantly I turn the note around, showed at what it says.
"I may not be able to keep promises, but just remember you're damn irresistible, Ghoul. - XOXO Party Poison" the note read.
Oh...I don't really know how to think of this. I mean what does he mean by I'm irresistible? Like in what context? Does he like me? Do I like him? I'm not sure I'm ready for something like that.
Oh god Frank, you're over thinking things through
It's probably just a joke, there's nothing to be worried about. Plus, he said it himself, he likes hanging out with you, so that must mean he just likes to hang out and nothing more. Yeah, yeah, I need to stop thinking. It's been decided....I'm gonna be brain dead for now on.
I walk into the laundromat and notice Poison's laundry is still here. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I grabbed it and ran by his place real quick, would he? Maybe I should call him and ask, because I have no clue to where he lives, for all I know he could be living in a dumpster; oh god if he did I would take Poison in and cuddle him to death for ever having to go through that. Damn Frank you're fucking creepy, Poison's a friend. I guess that could be friendly, right?
Now's the time, Frank, you can do it. I dial the number from the paper, but right when I hit 'call,' I immediately decline and rush to pick up my laundry. God Frank you're a nervous wreck and all you did was call him, then you ended it, for what? I can't do this! It's too stressful to even talk to him now. Why did he have to give me that note!?
"Frank, why aren't you at work? Huh, you being faggot over there in your sex palace. Get your ass here, you fucker!" Father yells at me through the phone and, I, once again get scared and agree to his terms.
"I'm sorry, I had to pick up landr-."
"I don't give a damn! No excuses for a lazy shit like you!" He interrupts and ends the call.
God I fucking hate him, why the he is he so mean to me! All I've ever done is treat him like royalty, I was always looking up to him as a kid and now he doesn't give two shits about me. I shouldn't expect him to, but I've always just wanted his acceptance. Why is that so hard for him to understand?
Making my way though the rushing crowd of people in the work building is always a pain in the ass, people always end up touching me and ugh I hate that. I get up to the receptionist, Jamia Nestor, she's such a lovely woman, but my father thinks we have a thing which is annoying. A while back I told her I was gay and she kinda backed off for a month or so, but then started talking to me again and now we're really good friends. I just could never look at her that way, like I do with guys and once she finally understood we became the best of friends. Of course only off business hours though.
"Hey Frank, I got you a cup of your favorite!" Jamia exclaims in the loud, horde of people.
"Fuck yeah, you're amazing, damn I love you!" I quickly kiss her on the cheek and grab my coffee to leave to my office. I guess we might seem like we're dating now that I think about it, but I think of her as sister. I'll let everyone else decide what we are, there's no point in trying to stop them for having an opinion about other people like me.
"You're late," Mark consults me," You know you're father Frank, be earlier next time. -But hey have a great day."
"Thanks Mark, I hope he's not too angry with me. Well, have an amazing day too. See you in the meeting." I hug Mark and walk to my office which happens to be right next to my Father's.
Mark has aways been a Dad to me, he taught me everything. When I was a kid he knew how much I loved music, so everyday after his work hours he'd come over to my house and teach me guitar, our silent house turned into an escape when Mark was there. Once I mastered an instrument Mark would teach me a new one. Eventually, I got good at everything and knew every note, so I'd grab an instrument and make music. Every afternoon after school I went threw music sheets like crazy, all because of my hatred for school. Mark noticed this and began to draw away from me, but still visited. He realized what a mess he'd done and made me become in my teenager years, so he stopped helping me with the only thing I'd loved and got me into the most prestigious academy of police training. He became like my Father and threw my talent in the trash. He said everything would be okay and all I had to do was follow his orders; and well I did. Here I am in this shitty place, the top secret police agency--where all we do is investigate and I hate it.
I look down at my watch and see that I only have a few minutes till our next meeting about the 'Red Heist' case. The investigation is a dead end, no matter which way you look at it, we have no shit on who was the leader. And that Gerard Way guy is dead and so is his family. There's absolutely nothing we can do to solve it. We have no lead on anybody and it's not a surprise everyone on the team is starting to lose hope for the case, I know I already did.
But still through the endless nights, I'd wish we'd be given one more clue to the bedridden case. Even just a strand of the delicate hair. Anything we can work with, because there's nothing so far and I starting to get impatient with my co-workers helplessness.
I stride into the room full of dumb shits, sighing once more when I notice the empty table.
"Goddammit! All of you need to get your shit together and find some god damn piece of evidence we can work with here! I'm sick and tired of your lazy asses sitting here like whining children! And no bullshit excuses!" I scream loudly and stomp to the head-chair. After realizing my rudeness, I look away in shame of myself. It's not their fault, I shouldn't blame them for something that's lost hope.
"I-I'm sorry, to all of you, I just...I want to be able to try and so far there's nothing that allows me to do that." I admitted.
We continued doing business as normal, but by the end of the meeting the only thing we gathered was a note some police guy kept to himself after finding it in the school locker of Gerard Way.
The note was torn in half, leaving only a few words, but still leaving it able to read the scarce writings. "Never keep pr-"
The words meant nothing to me, but the note was everything! We could scan for finger prints, skin shavings, even hair follicles! God yes we found something!! I run out of the office cheering and sprint over to Agent Foce.
"Meredith! Meredith!" I shout while she turns around with testing tubes barely hanging from her grasp. "What, What!?"
"You need to scan these straight away! Now!" She scatters with the evidence and shushes me away.
I head back to my office, with a spring in my step, but of course my father has a menacing look to his face and is most likely ready to ruin my happiness. I reach for the door and open it quick like a band-aid, God I just want to get this over with.
"What?"
"We have a lead for the Red Heist case." He announced.
"We do? Well who is it!" I stammered.
"Well, that's private evidence to you." He jeered.
"Huh? B-But I'm the head of the case. I'm supposed to be told everything. Everything." I stuttered. What does he mean? Why won't he tell me? Oh god!
"Frank, you've been taken off of the case due to slow progress and no findings. It was my call and I stand proud by it. You will be put on another case, but for now pack up the information and hand it over to me. I'm the new boss of the Red Heist case." My father commanded.
"What? You can't do that! We just found evidence! Ask Mer- Agent Foce, she's testing on it right this second. Y-You-"
"Yes I can, Frank! If you haven't been sitting on that lazy ass of yours we would've had more, but since you were bullshitting the case I tok you off of it. I am your boss!" He spitted.
"No! Fuck you and your fucking lies! You bastard, I hate you! I wish it was you that died instead of Mother! FUCK YOU!" I snapped and ran out of the room holding on the last ounce of sanity I have.
I don't know where to go, I'm too angry to think. I just got so close to finding more out, Fuck! I pound my head on the elevator wall, frustrated.
Somehow I find myself calling Poison, and there's no stopping me now. It rings for a few seconds, but he picks it up and answers the call.
"Hey Ghoul-l-l sweetie." Poison slurs. Well at least he's drunk so he won't notice my nervousness.
"Where are you, Poison? I could use a drink too." I groaned.
"Oh honey I can tell, come by The Great Paloozoo. It's happy hour m-m-make it quick." He mumbles in the sexiest voice, damn.
I end the call and order the taxi driver to drop me off at the bar Poison's at.
Once I pay the driver, I get out and head inside of the place. It looks pretty sketchy, but all I need now is to get as drunk as possible.
I make my way threw the endless crowd of people and find Poison, alone and drinking more than his body could take.
"Hey Poison.." I mutter and order a drink.
"So now you see what a fuck up I am, ugh, you probably hate me." He assumed.
"No, never, I'm just having a shitty day and you make me happy, so does drinking." I assure him.
"Well at least we have that in common." H comments and downs his beer in one gulp. "Another one." Poison orders.
"Come on-n-n-n one mo-o-ore, pleas-s-s-se." I beg the bartender, both me and Poison shit-faced drunk.
"No kid, I'm sorry the place only allows ten drinks per person. Come back later." He says while walking away with a dirty cup.
"What the fuck! Ghoul you have drinks at your place?" Poison suggested.
"Fuck yeah I do! Bye-e-e-e!" I squeal to the bartender and walk out of the place with Poison in my hand. We order a taxi and get in before someone tries to stop us.
"Um to where is your destination?" The taxi driver grunted.
"Where do I live? Poison, do you remember?" I mentioned.
"He lives in the fancy buildings, just keep going until-l-l I say we're there, okay-y-y?" He corrects, and the taxi driver nods in response.
I lean my head against Poison's shoulder, feeling so tired in his arms. I guess a nap couldn't hurt.
"Ghoul, wake up. Honey boy get your ass up." Poison demands, while shaking me a little.
"Huh? But I'm so-o-o tired. Let me sleep Poison." I say, but he just doesn't have it and picks me up over his shoulders, my upper-half of my body dangles from his grasp.
"I-I feel sick." I hesitated, but soon after that I threw up all over his pants and the hem of Poison's shirt.
"Fucking hell! Goddammit You're cleaning this shit up!" He snapped. "I-I'm sorry, just put me down, please." I affirmed. Poison lifts me from his shoulder and positions me up.
Once we get inside of my apartment, I immediately lead him up to the master bathroom and turn on the shower faucet.
"Hand me your clothes and I'll go ahead and wash them." I say while he begins to get undressed. I look away, feeling embarrassed. God why does he make me feel this way?
"Here you go." Poison jeers and turns away to the shower half-naked while I head to the laundry room.
I feel terrible for ruining his night, it's all my fault. He just wanted to be alone, but of course being myself I had to intervene on my own issues which isn't his problem. Poison probably hates me now, I mean seriously, he was super angry with me. I look at his tag and see both his shirt and jeans are delicate wash, great now I feel worse. After loading them in, I take my clothes off too, might as well wash them while I'm at it. I guess I'll wait till Poison's out to take a shower.
Gerard's Point of View
"Oh god, oh god. Fuck!" I bolt out of the bathroom in a frantic rush, seeing Ghoul's worried look pass my vision. "Hey P-Poison what's wrong?" Ghoul scurries towards me. I can't breathe, I can't fucking breathe. My throat chokes up and attempt to shout, but I stay silent. What's wrong? My heart's pounding like crows are pecking through the fragile skin to burst out of their shell.
"Poison! Talk to me! Keep your eyes open! Breathe with me. In and out, in and out. Come on! Breathe, goddammit, breathe! FUCK!" His hands carefully rest on my shaking body, I-I can't.
My body jolts up in a sudden frantic. Huh? No nightmares? Nothing?
Where the hell am I?
I try to look around but someone is in front of me, blocking my view. I lift my head up, only to be stuck under this body. I pull out my arm in an easy manner and I quickly sit up. Oh I'm in Ghoul's place. Wait, did we sleep together? As in a rush as the memories flood through and a reassuring feeling flows through me. Okay good, nothing extreme went on. Ghoul moves around and shake him a little to wake him up. I don't want to leave before he wakes up, that's rude. Even though I do that to mostly every person I have a one-night stand with, this time seems different. Ghoul didn't want me to leave last night; somehow that feeling comes back again and I get frustrated. What is this emotion? Why does it only return around Ghoul? Too many damn questions for the morning.
Ghoul turns around to face me and smiles, "You stayed."
"How could I leave? My arm was stuck under you." We both laugh and he gets up from the couch.
I stand up and stretch; making the whale noises too. I feel my phone in my back pocket vibrating, so I get it out and see 27 missed calls from Mikey.
"Oh shit! Hey Ghoul excuse me or a second, I have to take this call." Ghoul nods and heads to the kitchen as I answer the call.
"Oh God Gerard! Please answer! Where the hell are you? Are you okay?" Mikey bombards me with questions as I get a headache from all the loud shouting in my ear.
"Hey, hey, hey Mikey! Shut the fuck up for a second. Jesus Christ man. Okay I was at a friend's house last night." I calmly reply.
"Fuck, please don't tell me you did anything illegal."
"No, we made pancakes and watched a movie. Don't you trust me?" I ask.
"Hell no I don't trust you, Look at all the shit you've done and you're only damn 24. I'm you're little brother, but I always have to act like I'm your Mother!"
"Don't you dare say that Mikey! You know damn well never to bring that up. Goodbye." I hang up the phone and look over at Ghoul who seems to be quite surprised at my aggression.
"I'm sorry, he just, he....my brother always..." I can't seem to find the right set of words to explain how he makes me feel.
"He can't understand why bringing up something hurts you? Yeah, I know, that's what me father does to me everyday of my life." Ghoul looks down, disappointed.
"Yeah, yeah, but I love him you know? Unconditionally." I smile.
I look around to see if I left my shoes anywhere, but I can't seem to find them.
"Hey Ghoul, have you seen my shoes?" I asked, feeling kinda uncomfortable since I just woke up and I'm already planning on leaving.
"I had no idea you even took them off." He shrugs.
"Well I need to go get my laundry....Do you mind if I borrow a pair of yours? Y-You can come with me and then we can look for mine after if you don't mind." I stuttered, Fuck why am I so damn nervous. I guess I feel like I'm free-loading off of him.
"Smart idea, but I like kinda just woke up so....I'll be real quick. Trust me, I look better when I don't have bed-head." We both laugh and I call Mikey.
It only takes a few seconds and the call is accepted. "Hey Mikey, I-I'm sorry for what I said. I..I just wish you'd trust me you know? I thought I would've gained your trust by now and I ju-."
"Gerard, you need to remember that earning something like that is hard to do- and after what you did. I-I...ugh.... it's hard to look at you the same way. Please Gee don't be offended I only want the best for the both of us, but if that means we're going to have times like this you'll need to understand; Okay? You're going to have to show you won't run off again like you did before with him. Please don't." Mikey pleads.
Why did I do that to my family? Why did I cause them so much pain? They never deserved someone like me to fuck everything up. There's nothing more that I want than just to take all of it back. I wish I could go back to when I was an adolescent and apologize, just apologize. That's all I'd ask for...
"Gee, you still there?" He answers back.
"Yeah, -um-, I'll be home in a little bit. I'm just gonna take a quick walk if you don't mind." I swiftly leave without any trace of Ghoul knowing, except for the note I gave him last night he probably won't even call me ever again. That's who I am, a good for nothing drunk.
Like I came in, I left. Like everyday I'd find myself urging to forget, using whatever I can to ignore the truth. Just like everyone says, "Ignorance is bliss."
Frank's Point of View
After realizing Poison had left me to do I don't even know what, I went on throughout my morning routine and headed to the laundromat still feeling slight disappointment. The thought kept occurring to me "He doesn't like me cause I'm an open book, I mean I practically shoved myself into him. I would be uncomfortable too."
Where was the laundromat again? I look through my pockets and a note falls out. Oh it's Poison's phone number, but this time I noticed writing on the back. Hesitantly I turn the note around, showed at what it says.
"I may not be able to keep promises, but just remember you're damn irresistible, Ghoul. - XOXO Party Poison" the note read.
Oh...I don't really know how to think of this. I mean what does he mean by I'm irresistible? Like in what context? Does he like me? Do I like him? I'm not sure I'm ready for something like that.
Oh god Frank, you're over thinking things through
It's probably just a joke, there's nothing to be worried about. Plus, he said it himself, he likes hanging out with you, so that must mean he just likes to hang out and nothing more. Yeah, yeah, I need to stop thinking. It's been decided....I'm gonna be brain dead for now on.
I walk into the laundromat and notice Poison's laundry is still here. I'm sure he wouldn't mind if I grabbed it and ran by his place real quick, would he? Maybe I should call him and ask, because I have no clue to where he lives, for all I know he could be living in a dumpster; oh god if he did I would take Poison in and cuddle him to death for ever having to go through that. Damn Frank you're fucking creepy, Poison's a friend. I guess that could be friendly, right?
Now's the time, Frank, you can do it. I dial the number from the paper, but right when I hit 'call,' I immediately decline and rush to pick up my laundry. God Frank you're a nervous wreck and all you did was call him, then you ended it, for what? I can't do this! It's too stressful to even talk to him now. Why did he have to give me that note!?
"Frank, why aren't you at work? Huh, you being faggot over there in your sex palace. Get your ass here, you fucker!" Father yells at me through the phone and, I, once again get scared and agree to his terms.
"I'm sorry, I had to pick up landr-."
"I don't give a damn! No excuses for a lazy shit like you!" He interrupts and ends the call.
God I fucking hate him, why the he is he so mean to me! All I've ever done is treat him like royalty, I was always looking up to him as a kid and now he doesn't give two shits about me. I shouldn't expect him to, but I've always just wanted his acceptance. Why is that so hard for him to understand?
Making my way though the rushing crowd of people in the work building is always a pain in the ass, people always end up touching me and ugh I hate that. I get up to the receptionist, Jamia Nestor, she's such a lovely woman, but my father thinks we have a thing which is annoying. A while back I told her I was gay and she kinda backed off for a month or so, but then started talking to me again and now we're really good friends. I just could never look at her that way, like I do with guys and once she finally understood we became the best of friends. Of course only off business hours though.
"Hey Frank, I got you a cup of your favorite!" Jamia exclaims in the loud, horde of people.
"Fuck yeah, you're amazing, damn I love you!" I quickly kiss her on the cheek and grab my coffee to leave to my office. I guess we might seem like we're dating now that I think about it, but I think of her as sister. I'll let everyone else decide what we are, there's no point in trying to stop them for having an opinion about other people like me.
"You're late," Mark consults me," You know you're father Frank, be earlier next time. -But hey have a great day."
"Thanks Mark, I hope he's not too angry with me. Well, have an amazing day too. See you in the meeting." I hug Mark and walk to my office which happens to be right next to my Father's.
Mark has aways been a Dad to me, he taught me everything. When I was a kid he knew how much I loved music, so everyday after his work hours he'd come over to my house and teach me guitar, our silent house turned into an escape when Mark was there. Once I mastered an instrument Mark would teach me a new one. Eventually, I got good at everything and knew every note, so I'd grab an instrument and make music. Every afternoon after school I went threw music sheets like crazy, all because of my hatred for school. Mark noticed this and began to draw away from me, but still visited. He realized what a mess he'd done and made me become in my teenager years, so he stopped helping me with the only thing I'd loved and got me into the most prestigious academy of police training. He became like my Father and threw my talent in the trash. He said everything would be okay and all I had to do was follow his orders; and well I did. Here I am in this shitty place, the top secret police agency--where all we do is investigate and I hate it.
I look down at my watch and see that I only have a few minutes till our next meeting about the 'Red Heist' case. The investigation is a dead end, no matter which way you look at it, we have no shit on who was the leader. And that Gerard Way guy is dead and so is his family. There's absolutely nothing we can do to solve it. We have no lead on anybody and it's not a surprise everyone on the team is starting to lose hope for the case, I know I already did.
But still through the endless nights, I'd wish we'd be given one more clue to the bedridden case. Even just a strand of the delicate hair. Anything we can work with, because there's nothing so far and I starting to get impatient with my co-workers helplessness.
I stride into the room full of dumb shits, sighing once more when I notice the empty table.
"Goddammit! All of you need to get your shit together and find some god damn piece of evidence we can work with here! I'm sick and tired of your lazy asses sitting here like whining children! And no bullshit excuses!" I scream loudly and stomp to the head-chair. After realizing my rudeness, I look away in shame of myself. It's not their fault, I shouldn't blame them for something that's lost hope.
"I-I'm sorry, to all of you, I just...I want to be able to try and so far there's nothing that allows me to do that." I admitted.
We continued doing business as normal, but by the end of the meeting the only thing we gathered was a note some police guy kept to himself after finding it in the school locker of Gerard Way.
The note was torn in half, leaving only a few words, but still leaving it able to read the scarce writings. "Never keep pr-"
The words meant nothing to me, but the note was everything! We could scan for finger prints, skin shavings, even hair follicles! God yes we found something!! I run out of the office cheering and sprint over to Agent Foce.
"Meredith! Meredith!" I shout while she turns around with testing tubes barely hanging from her grasp. "What, What!?"
"You need to scan these straight away! Now!" She scatters with the evidence and shushes me away.
I head back to my office, with a spring in my step, but of course my father has a menacing look to his face and is most likely ready to ruin my happiness. I reach for the door and open it quick like a band-aid, God I just want to get this over with.
"What?"
"We have a lead for the Red Heist case." He announced.
"We do? Well who is it!" I stammered.
"Well, that's private evidence to you." He jeered.
"Huh? B-But I'm the head of the case. I'm supposed to be told everything. Everything." I stuttered. What does he mean? Why won't he tell me? Oh god!
"Frank, you've been taken off of the case due to slow progress and no findings. It was my call and I stand proud by it. You will be put on another case, but for now pack up the information and hand it over to me. I'm the new boss of the Red Heist case." My father commanded.
"What? You can't do that! We just found evidence! Ask Mer- Agent Foce, she's testing on it right this second. Y-You-"
"Yes I can, Frank! If you haven't been sitting on that lazy ass of yours we would've had more, but since you were bullshitting the case I tok you off of it. I am your boss!" He spitted.
"No! Fuck you and your fucking lies! You bastard, I hate you! I wish it was you that died instead of Mother! FUCK YOU!" I snapped and ran out of the room holding on the last ounce of sanity I have.
I don't know where to go, I'm too angry to think. I just got so close to finding more out, Fuck! I pound my head on the elevator wall, frustrated.
Somehow I find myself calling Poison, and there's no stopping me now. It rings for a few seconds, but he picks it up and answers the call.
"Hey Ghoul-l-l sweetie." Poison slurs. Well at least he's drunk so he won't notice my nervousness.
"Where are you, Poison? I could use a drink too." I groaned.
"Oh honey I can tell, come by The Great Paloozoo. It's happy hour m-m-make it quick." He mumbles in the sexiest voice, damn.
I end the call and order the taxi driver to drop me off at the bar Poison's at.
Once I pay the driver, I get out and head inside of the place. It looks pretty sketchy, but all I need now is to get as drunk as possible.
I make my way threw the endless crowd of people and find Poison, alone and drinking more than his body could take.
"Hey Poison.." I mutter and order a drink.
"So now you see what a fuck up I am, ugh, you probably hate me." He assumed.
"No, never, I'm just having a shitty day and you make me happy, so does drinking." I assure him.
"Well at least we have that in common." H comments and downs his beer in one gulp. "Another one." Poison orders.
"Come on-n-n-n one mo-o-ore, pleas-s-s-se." I beg the bartender, both me and Poison shit-faced drunk.
"No kid, I'm sorry the place only allows ten drinks per person. Come back later." He says while walking away with a dirty cup.
"What the fuck! Ghoul you have drinks at your place?" Poison suggested.
"Fuck yeah I do! Bye-e-e-e!" I squeal to the bartender and walk out of the place with Poison in my hand. We order a taxi and get in before someone tries to stop us.
"Um to where is your destination?" The taxi driver grunted.
"Where do I live? Poison, do you remember?" I mentioned.
"He lives in the fancy buildings, just keep going until-l-l I say we're there, okay-y-y?" He corrects, and the taxi driver nods in response.
I lean my head against Poison's shoulder, feeling so tired in his arms. I guess a nap couldn't hurt.
"Ghoul, wake up. Honey boy get your ass up." Poison demands, while shaking me a little.
"Huh? But I'm so-o-o tired. Let me sleep Poison." I say, but he just doesn't have it and picks me up over his shoulders, my upper-half of my body dangles from his grasp.
"I-I feel sick." I hesitated, but soon after that I threw up all over his pants and the hem of Poison's shirt.
"Fucking hell! Goddammit You're cleaning this shit up!" He snapped. "I-I'm sorry, just put me down, please." I affirmed. Poison lifts me from his shoulder and positions me up.
Once we get inside of my apartment, I immediately lead him up to the master bathroom and turn on the shower faucet.
"Hand me your clothes and I'll go ahead and wash them." I say while he begins to get undressed. I look away, feeling embarrassed. God why does he make me feel this way?
"Here you go." Poison jeers and turns away to the shower half-naked while I head to the laundry room.
I feel terrible for ruining his night, it's all my fault. He just wanted to be alone, but of course being myself I had to intervene on my own issues which isn't his problem. Poison probably hates me now, I mean seriously, he was super angry with me. I look at his tag and see both his shirt and jeans are delicate wash, great now I feel worse. After loading them in, I take my clothes off too, might as well wash them while I'm at it. I guess I'll wait till Poison's out to take a shower.
Gerard's Point of View
"Oh god, oh god. Fuck!" I bolt out of the bathroom in a frantic rush, seeing Ghoul's worried look pass my vision. "Hey P-Poison what's wrong?" Ghoul scurries towards me. I can't breathe, I can't fucking breathe. My throat chokes up and attempt to shout, but I stay silent. What's wrong? My heart's pounding like crows are pecking through the fragile skin to burst out of their shell.
"Poison! Talk to me! Keep your eyes open! Breathe with me. In and out, in and out. Come on! Breathe, goddammit, breathe! FUCK!" His hands carefully rest on my shaking body, I-I can't.
@RAWR
thanks man I'm starting to write on this more
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