That same night, I tied Gerard’s hands up against the backboard of the bed. He was crying out for Mikey but no one came for him in his time of need. I sat on Gerard’s lap, “Calm down.” But he didn’t. He kept thrashing around in hopes of getting the ropes lose. I sighed a bit, “Alright, whatever. I’ll just sit here until you do.” As he continued to cry out, I couldn’t help but notice how cute he looked. It was a bad time to admire him but even in distress, he was charming. A random thought replayed in my head. I got off him and dug in the closet for my school backpack. I unzipped the small pocket and pulled out my bloody razor.

I got back up onto my feet and glanced over to Gerard. Would he like it? Does shedding blood turn him on too-it’s a very rare fetish but I need to know. I walked over and climbed onto his body once again. I said calmly, “I won’t cut too deep.”

Gerard stared up at me, “W-what are you-”

The sharp edge of the razor met his exposed arm and he winced. He stared up at me before I dragged the blade across his skin. Gerard jerked his body, “S-stop.” I moved the razor away from his skin, “Sorry,” I was sorry but it turned me on. Gerard scrunched up his nose and whined, “Please .. let me go.”

I bit my lower lip, “Give me a kiss.”

Gerard’s eyes widen a bit, “Y-you wish.”

“Then I won’t let you go.”

Gerard swallowed, “F-fine.” I smiled a bit and leaned down, leaving my lips close to his. I waited patiently for his lips to touch mine. I can feel the hesitation in the atmosphere until his soft lips touched mine. My stomach twirled as I kissed him back which flipped into a make out scene. Surprisingly, he didn’t pull away. He was kissing me back-another trick, probably? But why did this kiss feel so much more intimate?

I put my hand on his thigh and I felt him moan. Abruptly, he was crying again. I moved away, “What’s wrong?”

“G-get off me.” He cried.

Maybe he could love me after all.

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A rape allegation. What sadden Ray the most is that this girl didn’t see the rape happen, but either way, he placed her as a valuable source. Ray caressed his chin with his thumb as he walked down the school halls. He thought, “Nixon raping Frank is a huge allegation, how would I prove that even further? And what does that have to do with Mikey and Gerard?”

“Detective Toro!”

Ray stopped in his tracks. He turned around to find the principal. The male principle panted, “I got the four student’s class schedules as you asked.” He handed the files to Ray who thanked him and walked into the library. He sat on a table far off in the back, next to a wide window. He searched through their classes-he spotted that Gerard and Frank had the same art class.

Ray leaned back in his seat, “As far as I know,” He murmured to himself, “Nixon had a bad temper, Frank was a loner and the Way brother’s moved here about four weeks ago from Summit .. there’s an allegation that Nixon raped Frank .. Frank is in Gerard’s class .. so they must have talked .. and Frank could have met Gerard’s brother.” Ray sighed heavily, “Possibly,” He laid out the photos of the four boys, “Frank,” He glided the picture of him next to Nixon, “Could have seeked vengeance since Nixon was the first to disappear,” He hummed, “But Gerard and Frank disappeared at the same time and Mikey a couple weeks after.”

Ray stared at the photos. He needed to search their homes.

Nixon’s room had nothing suspicious. His room was a bit messy and dark, but that was it. Ray managed to find an old journal. The last date dated back a week before his disappearance. Ray took in the journal for evidence. He knocked a couple times on the home of Mikey and Gerard-and surprisingly, their father opened the door. Ray said, “Mr. Way I’m detective Toro and I’m here about your missing sons.”

He looked at Ray, “I see. Yes, well, I was going to file a missing person’s report but apparently there are more people in town who care about my missing kids and did it for me.”

“I’m not here because of that. I’m working your son's case. I’m going to find out what happened to them. In order to do that, I need to search their rooms.”

Mr. Way hummed, “Alright. Come in.”

Ray looked into Mikey’s room but didn’t find anything he could have used for evidence. Mikey was a clean kid. He had a lot of band posters and music posters. His room was very bright and open for the sun to peer into the room. When Ray stepped into Gerard’s room, there was something about it that gave him different vibes. He felt secure but also very dark. Ray dug through Gerard’s room but stopped briefly after he couldn’t find anything. He sighed, “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” He paused when he noticed the closet which had a piece of clothing trampled underneath the small crack at the bottom of the door. Ray walked over and opened the closet door to find that Gerard’s closet was completely destroyed.

Ray found the scene odd. Gerard’s room is clean yet his closet wasn’t. Ray kneeled down and scanned through the clothes. He muttered, “It’s as if someone was looking through his clothes.” Ray looked around the closet and back into the room. He couldn't find Gerard’s backpack.

After a while, Ray was walking toward Frank’s house. He had the theory that since Gerard’s backpack was missing and his closet was messy, Gerard had packed. Ray knew he was on the right track but if Gerard was the one packing, why make such a mess? The mess indicated that someone who didn’t know the order of his closet, ransacked the closet to pack up for Gerard.

Ray knocked softly on the Iero’s home. The door creaked open and yet again, Mrs. Iero answered. She sighed as she swung open the door, “What are you doing here? Didn’t I already talk to you?”

“I’m here to look around your son’s room for a possible lead.”

She scoffed, “He ran away.”

“Yes but I’m starting to believe there’s more to it than that.”

After a short time of staring at one another, Mrs. Iero gave in. She led him through the house toward Frank’s room, “You’re not going to find anything, you’re wasting your time.”

“Possibly, but I won’t know that until I see. Have you ever been inside his room?”

“Why would I?” She paused by Frank’s room, “We mind our own business.”

Ray looked at her before saying, “I'm a detective. That rule doesn't apply to me.” He placed his hand on the doorknob, “I’ll call you if I need anything.” He turned the knob and opened the door. Ray wasn’t expecting anything so what he saw, made his heart jump. Flooded along the side wall were pictures of Gerard. Ray took a couple steps back in awe. His eyes traced along the red marks on Gerard’s pictures of hearts, small notes of desires and small messages on the images. Ray could hear Mrs. Iero call from the hall, “Did you find anything?”

Ray stared at the wall, “Yeah .. I found something.”

Notes

Sorry it's been a while! xo