Gerard told. I got tackled in my room by armed police. One officer stared at my collection of Gerard’s pictures on the wall and mumbled, “How sick.” And he ordered me in handcuffs and read to me my rights as I was led outside. Mikey was by the front door, screaming at me. He was yelling, “You’re a fucking creep!” He knows too. He’s telling me how horrid I am as I’m being led inside the backseat of the police car. I took a glance at Gerard who is being comforted by a police officer.

What a horrible nightmare.

No, Gerard did not say a word. Mikey does not hate me. There are no police. I’m sitting up in my bed in a cold sweat. It all seemed so real but it wasn’t.

---

I’m walking down the halls-oddly alone. I paused and stopped in my tracks. Usually Mikey would be running up by my side by this time. My nose scrunched up in thought before I walked to Gerard’s locker, finding him stuffing his backpack with books. I asked, “Where’s Mikey?”

Gerard didn’t look at me, “He stayed home. He wasn’t .. feeling well.” He was lying. I can tell. I inched closer, “What happened, Gerard?”

He took a step back, “I don’t know-stay back.” He looked away, “I know he’s not sick but that was his excuse for not going to school. He stayed out last night though .. I’m worried about him but he won’t talk to me.”

Mikey stayed out late. He wasn’t telling anything to Gerard. Could Nixon have been involved? Did he hurt him? I swear to god if he fucking hurt him-Gerard was staring at me. He said, “I don’t know what’s going on but you sure as hell do.” He inched closer to me, making my heart stop for a second. He said, “If you did anything to my brother I’ll kill you.”

I chuckled, “What would I do to your brother?” I read his eyes which relaxed. I rolled my eyes, “I didn’t rape your brother.”

“I don’t believe you.” Gerard said, quickly scanning me.

“Why would I rape him? I don’t look at him in that way-only you.”

“You treat me like some kind of object.”

“Don’t you dare think that. I love you.” I growled, making him retreat back against the locker. He looked frightened which could be a good thing. It felt like a good thing. I leaned in and softly kissed his cheek. I can feel his body tremble when I trailed my hand against his cheek. My eyes locked with his. He’s so delicate .. so soft .. so cute. Gerard’s eyes broke the eye contact and he pushed my hand away. He didn’t move away though. He kept still against the locker, letting me view him perfectly. I know he didn’t like the way I was looking at him, but I couldn’t help myself.

He finally pushed past me, “Don’t talk to me ever again.”

He doesn’t mean it. Does he?

---

I didn’t want to confront Nixon. Ever since Gerard helped me out, I had never talked to Nixon. I had no need to-and I still don’t. I’d rather talk to Mikey even if Gerard doesn’t want me near him. After school, that’s where I was heading-to Gerard and Mikey’s house. When I knocked, Mikey answered. He mumbled, “My parents aren’t home-you can’t come in.” He attempted to shut the door but I put my foot in, stopping the door from shutting.

Mikey glanced at my shoe and me, “What do you want?”

“You were raped, weren’t you?” I asked.

Mikey’s eyes widened, “Wh-what?”

“I’ve been there to. I can read you. You’re shaking, your cheeks are red and you can’t make eye contact. You’ve distanced yourself-all that your feeling is something that happens usually from a fresh assault.”

Mikey stuttered, “I-I wasn’t raped. I’m just shaken up ..” He glanced down to his shoes, “Nixon .. he .. he hit me.”

I stared at him. I made my way inside the house and grabbed him by the arm. He was taken by surprise as I led him inside his room. I shut the door behind us, “Tell me everything.” Mikey looked at me before bursting into tears. His body trembled as he cried. I walked over and lead him to sit on the bed where he abruptly clung onto my shirt and reeled me in so he cried against my chest. I felt uncomfortable but let it happen-I guess he needed it. Mikey’s tears were soaking my one area on my spot and even if I wanted to, I didn’t pull away. I let him cry until he finally mumbled, “He messaged me on facebook during school yesterday and was just being f-fucking r-rude,” He stuttered through his tears, “He threatened me and I just ignored it. I went o-outside in the back a-and he was there,” His hand shook, “He kicked me and punched my stomach, avoiding my face he even tried to rape me but I got away,” Mikey’s voice faded out as I thought back through memories. Nixon’s punches, kicks, and violent outbursts shaped me into being Nixon’s pet. Nixon would hurt me, avoiding my face so no one could question me.

I held Mikey now and cradled him. He was crying more softly as my voice soothed him. I told him he was beautiful and that Nixon was never going to hurt him again. Mikey’s hazel eyes stared into mine, “What do you mean?” I took his phone and texted Nixon. I sent him Mikey’s address. Mikey was clinging onto me, confused by trusted my plan. He didn’t know what I was planning.

I helped Mikey onto his feet and led him into the living room. He sat down, staring at me while I stood closely by the door.

“What are you doing?” Gerard appeared from the hall. He glared at me, “What the hell are doing here?”

Mikey hushed him, “He’s helping me-”

“Did he hurt you?” Gerard asked.

Mikey dropped his jaw and with an angry tone shouted, “Frank? No! Of course not!”

Gerard walked over to his brother, “Why are you crying?”

Mikey said, “It’s none of your business.”

Gerard frowned. There was a sudden knock at the door and we all stared. Silence rushed through the room and past us, making us all very uncomfortable. Gerard mumbled, “Mom and dad shouldn’t be home until tonight.” Mikey’s hand grasped onto my shirt, “Don’t open it.”

“It’s already too late. If I don’t say something to him, he’s never going to leave you alone.” I wasn’t sure why I was helping Mikey. I wasn’t sure why I was forcing my body to walk to the front door. Maybe it was because he was Gerard’s brother. My deep passion for Gerard led me to this point-all the more reason to love him. He’s helping me face my demons. The knob is cold to me. I’m slowly turning it, feeling my heart pound against my chest. When it completely opened, Nixon was staring right at me. He raised a brow, “Oh great,” He said with a sarcastic tone. He moved past me and stared at Mikey. Gerard ran over in front of Mikey, blocking Nixon’s view. Nixon took a small step back, “You.”

Gerard wasn’t acting the same way as he did that school day. He seemed like all his anger was gone. He was just standing there, looking at Nixon with bright hazel eyes. Nixon inspected him before smiling, “You don’t have any intention to hurt me, do you?”

Gerard frowned, “Get out.”

“Mikey invited me.”

“N-no I didn’t,” Mikey blurted.

“I did.” I said, making Nixon raise a brow. He gave a slight chuckle, “Do you miss me? Is that it?” He inched closer and for some reason, I couldn’t back away. He grabbed my shirt and lightly tugged, “Do you miss my cock?” I broke out the trance and moved away, “I brought you here because I want you to leave Mikey alone.”

Gerard chimed in, “What the hell was he doing?” He glared at Nixon.

I ignored him and looked at Nixon, “Please.”

“I like it when you beg.” Nixon scoffed. He pushed past me and toward Mikey but Gerard pushed him hard, “Don’t you dare come any closer.” It sent Nixon into a spiral. He hurried to get by Gerard but before I could do anything, Gerard shoved him, causing Nixon to fall back-his head banged against the corner of a decorative desk before he fell onto the floor.

His body laid still.

All three of us stared. My eyes trailed along to the blood that dripped from the corner to the body that didn’t move on the ground.

Notes

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