((3RD PERSON POV))

Mikey frantically put up pictures of Gerard’s face and information all across town until an officer stopped him. Mikey begged that he needed to do this so he could find his brother but the officer complied that Mikey couldn’t put up posters on private areas. It was a sad moment to take off a few posters with very large hesitation, but Mikey did so. He was carrying more posters home than he wanted to-and then an idea came to mind. Mikey stared up at the library building before running around to the side, glancing up to the flight of stairs that led up to the roof. Mikey chuckled before running up the steps with strong caution before reaching the top.

Mikey walked over to the edge where the street faced him. Without any worry about what the consequence would be, Mikey hurled the fliers in his hands off into the street where pedestrians and a few cars passed by. The same officer glanced up to catch a glimpse of Mikey peering over the edge.

An hour later, Mikey was on the front porch with cuffs. The officer grabbed a hold of his arm and knocked on the door. Mikey scoffed, “My parents aren’t home.” The officer ignored his comment and knocked again. After some time, the officer gave an impatient sigh and released Mikey from the cuffs, “You can’t just do what you just did. The fliers could have blinded a driver and caused an accident.” The officer could see the disappointment in Mikey’s eyes. He gave a small sigh before grabbing a flier of Gerard, “I’ll put some up for you and send out a search team .. just come to the police next time, Mikey.” He gave Mikey a reassuring smile.

Mikey didn’t go to the police because he felt content to find Gerard all by himself. Besides, what kind of an idiot would he be if Gerard wasn’t lost at all? Mikey thought briefly. Frank was missing too, he knew this. Mikey knew there could be a certain scenario. It being that Frank and his brother fell in love and ran away together. But it didn’t make sense. Mikey knew Gerard wouldn’t leave without leaving a clue or message behind to let him know he was okay.

Mikey bit down on his thumb nail. His mind was flooding with theories and he just hoped that most of them weren’t true. He hoped that they were both okay.

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Gerard was pulling out a soda from the fridge. He didn’t make eye contact with me. Something was bothering him-and it wasn’t me or the fact that he’s trapped inside the house. Something else was bothering him, and I couldn’t help but to ask. Even if I didn’t expect him to reply, he did. He cried, “I miss my brother,” His voice became more angry, “Why didn’t you take him too? I don’t want to be alone with you,”

Sweet baby. He doesn’t understand.

“Just me and you.” I said, not taking my eyes off him.

He stood there, bewildered. His red glassy eyes stared into my peaceful ones as his posture became tense. He yelled, “I hate you!” He dashed off into another room, leaving me alone in the living room where his hateful words still lingered. My body made its way off the couch and followed his steps to the room. I knocked softly, “Let me in, Gerard.”

His anguish cries made my chest tighten, “No! Fuck off.”

I sighed softly and hummed a song to keep me in a calm state. My fingers tapped against the door before blankly dragging my nails along the frame of the door. I was so angry even when I tried not to be. My jaw tighten but I kept my voice low, “Life isn’t fair. Maybe I should have taken your brother too but why would you want him dragged along into this? Being trapped here,” My back pressed against the door, “is no life.” I hummed a quick rhythm before adding in, “This is only temporary, I promise. Once I’ve gained your full trust, we’ll go somewhere where we’ll have neighbors, friends .. a new life just for the two of us.”

There was a brief moment of silence before the door slowly opened. I quickly turned to find Gerard wiping away his tears. He inched closer to me before grasping onto my shirt and kissing me. His lips were soft and thin. As our kissing became more intense, he started to reel me into the room. His hands dragged along my thighs, making me moan. I didn’t understand why he had a change of heart all of a sudden but it could’ve been the realization that he had no way around this so he might as well suite to his new life.

Gerard pushed me onto the bed and climbed onto me, cupping my cheeks and jabbing his tongue into my mouth. His scent was so enchanting and his touch made my body throb. There was something about this that made me uncomfortable-an instinct in my gut warned me to run but I was caught in the moment so I didn’t care. His body rubbed against mine-a sharp sting made my body clench. I groaned aloud as Gerard kneed my crotch. He frantically made his way off the bed and I had to quickly make a move. I jumped off the bed with my groin stinging. I ran after him, outside the door. I can see that he was scanning the area, choosing which way he should run. He didn’t hesitate because he didn’t care.

Dry leaves crunched underneath my shoes as I ran after him through the forest. I can hear his cries of help as I drew near him. I called after him and just when he was about to break free of the forest, my hand extended and grasped onto the back of his collar shirt, yanking him back. His body slammed against the dirt. He let out a weak cry. I climbed onto him and held down his wrists. He struggled, “Let me go!”

I shouted, “You fucking bitch! You tried tricking me? You?”

Gerard’s tears streamed down his face. He sniffled and cried, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

My grasp onto him tightened, “Don’t ever do that! I trusted you!”

It could’ve been from rage. Or love. It could’ve been from a black out. My fist collided with his cheek and soon after, I regretted it. Gerard seemed surprised. He didn’t move his face away to look up at me, he kept it to the side. We stayed there. My body over his, looking down at him. A moment of silence. Gerard muttered, “You hit me.” My head lowered and buried in his neck, “I’ll make it up to you .. I’m sorry.”

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