Do you ever get that random chill down your spine? When you’re casually lying or sitting down comfortably, and then the hairs on your arm rise up? It occurred to me just now and I couldn’t help but to take it as a sign. But what could go wrong? Gerard locked himself in his room, Mikey is clinging onto my arm. Silence is around us in the house .. is silence deadly?

I shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Mikey noticed and asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine.” I lied. As a soft ongoing ring buzzed in my ear, I couldn’t take my eyes off the door. Was I expecting something? I slowly got up from the couch and peered through the window blinds. There was nothing but the sheer light of the sun peering past the tree’s leaves. I looked past the beauty of the forest to the dirt road where I saw a large jeep heading down the road.

I lost my breath.

That car couldn’t have been heading this way. Why would it? Why would a person head toward this direction? More importantly, who was driving it?

I stepped away from the window. I told Mikey, “Go stand in the kitchen.” He obeyed with curiosity, not taking his eyes off me. The kitchen was far from the door and as long as Gerard stayed in his room, he wouldn't cause any trouble. I slowly made my way back to the window and took a peek. The jeep had already parked in front making me cringe. There was no driver detected.

This made me nervous.

My hand glided over my thigh, rubbing it. I needed to calm down and think rationally. Whoever this person was, they came alone. And if they didn’t want to be seen, they knew something. It could be a friend of one of the brothers who did some digging into their disappearance .. or possibly a friend of Nixon’s who had the same psychotic mind, seeking vengeance.

“Frank Iero,” A voice called from the outside.

I scanned the area, all I could see was the jeep and the tall trees of the forest. Again, the voice called for my name. The voice was soft but very adult-like. The voice added on, “I’m detective Toro and I’m here to help you, let me in.”

Bullshit. A detective? I didn’t even know our town had a detective .. but it would explain how he found me.

Mikey’s voice cried weakly to me, “Who’s outside?”

I growled, “Shut up.” I turned my attention back to the window. I slowly cracked the window open and called, “Show yourself.”

“Are you carrying any weapons?”

“Show yourself.” I repeated.

After a moment of silence, an adult appeared from behind the jeep. He didn’t come into full view, just enough for me to see him-smart guy. He held up a badge, “I’m here in behalf of the sheriff. I worked on your case .. Frank, I know everything about you. And I know you know what happened to Gerard Way.”

So he hasn’t figured out everything.

I called back, “Are you alone?”

He hesitated, “Yes. At the moment. Frank, you’re mentally sick. Your obsession for Gerard has brought you to do extreme acts-let me help you before backup comes.”

Obsession.

I screamed, “It’s not fucking obsession Toro-it’s love.”

“Okay, you’re right. My mistake.” He cooed.

Mikey was getting closer to the window, “Frank ..”

“Back away from the window, Mikey-” I slammed my hand over my mouth after realizing my mistake.

Toro called in question, “Mikey? Mikey is in there?”

Fucking hell.

My aggression and frustration was filling me. I screamed at Mikey, “Get back into the kitchen,”

Toro quickly chimed in, “Don’t yell or hurt them. Frank, listen to me. You’re a troubled kid. Let me help you figure all of this out and if you voluntarily turn yourself in when my partner gets here, I’ll testify that you were open and cooperative.”

It would be a wise choice to take the deal.

I bit my lower lip, “I .. I’m scared.” I admitted.

Toro’s voice seemed more sincere, “I’m sure you are. But I can help you.”

He’s said it over three times. Does he mean it or is he just abusing it? I thought for a moment, “If you agree that I can tie you up, I’ll confess.”

Toro almost hesitated again, “Okay. I’ll agree. I’m leaving my gun out here-”

“Good. Do that.” I ordered.

Notes

xo