I’ve said I was sorry about a thousands times, it seems. Gerard has became more isolated from me and it’s fucking bothering me. This house was suppose to keep us together, not tear us apart. These walls are suppose to confine us to make us communicate and fall in love with one another-but I fucked it up, didn’t I? I hit him. The one person I adore most in the world-correction-the only person I adore in the world.

Gerard is trapped inside his room, being locked away and far from my reach. He’s so caught up about the whole situation about being in my presence and adding onto me hitting him, it’s only driving him more away. Fuck, fuck, fuck. What could I do? What could I .. oh.

I got up onto my feet late at night. Gerard is asleep. I have to get back before morning otherwise he’ll see that he’s alone and he’ll leave me. I grabbed a bottle of chloroform and a white rag before grabbing my keys and heading out the door quietly. I drove out of the woods back into town, heading to the Way’s home. As always, the lights were off and most importantly, the parents are gone. I knew the only human being in the home would be Mikey.

I walked up the steps and knocked softly. There was a moment of silence before the door opened and a lazy Mikey stood underneath the door frame. He was wiping his eyes before they widened, “F-Frank?”

I smiled lightly, “Hey, you.”

Mikey stood there for a moment before abruptly wrapping his arms around me, reeling me into a very tight hug, “Ohmygod where have you been?” He faced me, “Have you seen Gerard? I’ve been looking everywhere and I’m hoping he’s with you.” Before I could make up a story on the spot, he made one for me. He quickly said, “I figured that you and Gerard fell in love and ran away together,” His face flushed.

I nodded, “Y-yeah. We did.” I lied.

Mikey’s hug went lose before he dropped his arms down, “What? Really?”

I nodded.

“But why didn’t Gerard tell me anything?”

“Well,” I looked directly into his eyes, “Nobody knows Gerard likes guys and he was ashamed by it-he’s really sorry,” Maybe I don’t need the chloroform and rag, “He wants to see you-which is why I’m here. I came to get you.”

Mikey’s frown turned into a huge smile. He blushed, “Oh, okay.” He looked down to his sweats and loose t-shirt, “I don’t need to change, right? I’m pretty comfortable.”

I shook my head, “No, you don’t.”

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When Mikey entered the house, I locked the door behind us. He was too occupied by the cabin so he didn’t pay attention to me. He scanned the area, “This is beautiful.” He looked at me, “So, where’s Gerard?” I led him to Gerard's room, but the door was still locked. Mikey knocked against the door softly, “Gee?”

We can both hear shuffling on the bed.

“Mikey?” Gerard’s voice sounded dry. The door swung open and Gerard looked at Mikey in shock. I don’t know what kind of reaction I was looking for. Maybe a smile? Maybe I wanted him to hug me and say thank you? I guess I was looking for a positive reaction-but he gave me the complete opposite. Gerard lunged at me with vile words as his fists punched against my body. He screamed, “You brought him here?!” He tackled me onto the floor and it seemed his punches and kicks got more rougher or maybe it was just my body telling me it had enough. Mikey hurled himself to pull Gerard off me, “Gee! Stop! What are you doing?”

I scrambled back onto my feet as Gerard cried to Mikey, telling him all the things I’ve done to him. I grinned a bit at the blood dripping from my mouth, “I didn’t know you had so much strength, Gee.”

They both ignored my words. Mikey looked at me, “You kidnapped him?”

I rolled my eyes, “For love.”

It was then that Mikey figured out how crazy I was. He took a couple steps back, “And you brought me here?”

“To keep Gerard company since he wants nothing to do with me.” And it was then I snapped. It could have been my own words or the final realization that Gerard could never love me. It could have been the way they were looking at me as if they saw a demon .. or maybe it was the realization that I was, in fact, obsessed.

Whatever the reason may be, I had gone completely off the rails. My perfect persona as the cute, quiet kid with a crush on a boy a year younger than me, had vanished and I felt it in my soul. I felt that my true self was emerging and I was finally me. I took a couple steps forward to them in which they reacted by moving back. I hushed them softly, “I don’t want to hurt you. I really don’t. Please just listen to me and I won’t hurt you.” They reached their limit, their backs were up against the end of the hall but I was still moving toward them. A silhouette, if you must. A silhouette in their eyes. They looked scared, and for some reason I liked it-maybe fear is the only way I could get them to listen.

I stopped in my tracks, “C’mere, Gee.”

Mikey grasped onto Gerard’s hand but it’s as if Gerard saw what I would do if he didn’t listen. It’s like I had laid out a list and showed him. Gerard looked back at Mikey before moving his hand away and walking toward me. He approached me and I did what I wanted-I kissed him.

Notes

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