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Chapter Fifteen.
7 Reviews“There are cops here!” He said excitedly. No surprise there. "They're taking Gerard away!" Shit.
Needless to say; I was scared shitless.
But I still had the nerve to say, ‘No.’
I literally thought he was going to kill me. The look in his eyes just frightened me. But he didn’t; instead he shoved me inside and went into our room. He ripped the sheet off of his bed angrily, and ignored me.
After that, things got awkward. I hadn’t seen Eric in days. I had just begun to get close to Gerard, and then he had to go scare the living shit out of me. We didn’t talk anymore. It went totally opposite from what it was in the beginning. He sat alone at what used to be my table – and I sat with Ray Talks-A-Lot Toro and Bob People-Are-Watching-Me Bryar.
One of the weird things about it all was; after almost a week of not talking to Gerard I was really starting to like Ray and Bob – besides them being insane, they were pretty fucking cool. Ray and I shared an interest in guitars, while Bob and I shared the same interest in pretty much everything else.
Besides having to see him during random parts of the day when we were in our room together, and passing by him every now and then – I think I was doing pretty well, working on forgetting about Gerard; and some of the thoughts I had, had of him previously.
Then Ray had to ruin it.
“Guys!” He exclaimed as he sat down at the table during dinner. “You won’t believe what I saw!” His eyes were wide.
I chuckled and exchanged a glance with Bob, before shoving my fork into the small little salad that I had gotten. “Another sign?” I asked, pretending to be curious.
He shook his head and I raised an eyebrow. That’s usually all he saw; ‘Signs’ from the aliens, trying to tell him when they were coming for him. “Did you see one?” He asked, his mouth falling open.
I shook my head. “Um, no, but I’ll let you know if I do.” I added. “Go on with what you were saying though.” I motioned for him to continue.
“There are cops here!” He said excitedly.
I sighed. I had thought maybe this would have been something interesting. There were always cops showing up to this place, every now and then. “That’s not a surprise, Ray.” I pointed out, taking a bite of my salad.
“But you haven’t heard the best part!” Ray whined, literally slapping the table with his hand. I raised my eyebrows, and Ray paused for a ‘dramatic effect’. “They’re taking Gerard away!”
Shit. If he had said anyone else, I would have nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders – but it was Gerard, so I ended up choking on my water and staring at Ray in horror. “What?!” I exclaimed. I couldn’t fucking believe this. I was hoping that Ray had just heard wrong.
He shrugged his shoulders, eager to continue on with his story. “I was coming back from outside, and I saw the cops leading Gerard into Ms. Hart’s office. He looked pretty scared too. I tried to get closer, but Mike and a policeman were guarding the door. There was a lot of yelling though, so I think they were arresting him.”
I felt like panicking. They couldn’t arrest Gerard. They just couldn’t. “Do you think they’ve left with him, yet?!” I asked hurriedly.
Ray shrugged again. “I don’t think so.” He looked at me. “But they won’t let you in there!” He added as he saw me moving to get up from the table.
They had to. They just fucking had to. I got up from the table, leaving my tray and ignoring Ray and Bob’s calls. I ran out of the cafeteria and towards Hart’s office. Mike was standing out there, talking to another officer. When he saw me, he said something and walked over to me before I reached the office. “You can’t be here, Frank.” He said sternly.
“Where’s Gerard?” I demanded, trying to look around him.
“That’s none of your business.” Mike replied.
“Yes it is! I’ll make it my fucking business! Where’s Gerard?! Are they… Are they really taking him away?” Even though I hadn’t talked to him in about a week, I still felt tears threatening to spill and a lump form in my throat as the thought of Gerard being taken away by the police entered my mind.
“Of course not.” Mike shook his head and frowned. “Where did you hear that?”
I didn’t say, because I knew Mike long enough to know when he was lying –and right now he was. “They are.” I whispered. “They’re taking him away.” Fuck. Here comes the breakdown in ten.
“I want to see him!”
Nine.
“Frank, you can’t.”
Eight.
“Lemme fucking see him!”
Seven.
“Frank, listen. You need to go back to the cafeteria.”
Six.
“You need to leave.”
Five.
“Frank, now.”
Four.
“Damn it, Frank.”
Three.
Here come the tears.
Two.
“Frank?”
I blinked. Gerard had come out of Hart’s office with a confused expression on his face. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dirty, which just proved that he had been crying.
“Gerard!” So, I might have been over-dramatic, but I didn’t care. I was just happy to see he wasn’t in handcuffs. “Ray said, there was cops and they were gonna…” I started stuttering and he frowned.
“They were gonna what?”
“Put you in jail. Take you away.” I almost said, ‘from me’ but that would have sounded weird, considering the circumstances.
“We’re not putting him in jail.” One officer came out of the office and stood behind Gerard and Gerard looked down. “Yet.” He finished, making me feel sick. “We just wanted to ask him some questions.” He looked at Gerard with a frown on his face, then back at me. He squinted. “Who are—“
“Officer Lewis.” Hart came out of her office, with a frown on her face. “I would prefer it if you check with me, before you question another one of my patients.” She crossed her arms over her chest, shooting a look in my direction.
Officer Lewis frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but Hart shot him one of her looks. It felt nice to see her give her ‘look’ to an authority figure - actually it was just nice to see that she gave it to someone besides me. “Well,” He cleared his throat. “I think we’re done here. Lyle?” He nodded towards the officer Mike was talking to and they turned to walk away. Officer Lewis looked at Gerard and nodded his head. “We’ll see you soon, Mr. Way.”
Gerard didn’t say anything, and I watched as they walked away, shooting glances over their shoulders every now and then. I looked back at Gerard. He was staring at me curiously. Then I hugged him.
For some reason, I felt like crying, for a couple of reasons. You know that feeling, where someone you care about goes off on vacation for a long time, you barely talk to them, and when they come back you feel like you’ve been separated forever? And all those times you missed them come flooding back and you just want to hug them and never let go? Well, even though I had ‘seen’ Gerard every day, I felt like that, and I didn’t know why.
He seemed surprised, because he tensed up before stiffly hugging me back.
“Ahem.” Hart cleared her throat and I pulled back, glancing at her. My cheeks burned and I tried to steady my breathing, because for some unknown reason, my heart was racing. “You’re dismissed.” Hart said, and I knew she was feeling the awkward tension that we had created.
Gerard and I slowly walked back to our room in silence. “Do you still hate me?” I asked after I closed the door behind us.
He blinked. “I never hated you. I don’t hate people.” He said.
I frowned. Was that possible? Not hating people? I hated a lot of people. “I mean, I thought you did. Because of Eri-“ I paused. Gerard glared at me. “You know.” I finished awkwardly.
“I don’t hate you, Frank.” He sighed. “I’m worried about you.”
Worried about me? He had acted like he wanted to kill me; Like he wanted nothing to do with me, and now he said he was worried about me? I was so confused. “What do you mean?” I asked, as I watched him change the sheets.
“Just… Eric.” He said, quietly. “I… I really think you should…” I could tell he was having trouble looking for the words to say. “Never mind.” He finally mumbled as he put the new sheet on the bed.
I frowned. I wanted to know what he had meant, but I thought I should change the subject. “What did the cops want?” I asked. I was curious about that too.
He shrugged. “What do you think? They wanted to know details.”
“Oh.” I frowned. “Did you give them any?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
He paused and looked at me with a blank expression. “I can’t remember.”
“You can’t remember why you didn’t give them details, or-?”
He blinked. “I can’t remember any details. I just know I did it.”
I frowned and moved to sit next to him. “But…” If you murdered your family, I’m pretty sure that would be something you’d remember everything about. He didn’t say anything, he looked down at his suitcase, where the Scooby Doo blanket lay on top. “Gerard?” He glanced up at me. “Will you tell me? Your full story?”
He stared at me and the silence in the room was about to drive me crazy.
Then he sighed.
“Yeah.”
I let out a sigh of relief. Finally.
“But not tonight.”
Fuck.
Author’s Note- I don’t know, was this a Trainwreck? ._.
But I still had the nerve to say, ‘No.’
I literally thought he was going to kill me. The look in his eyes just frightened me. But he didn’t; instead he shoved me inside and went into our room. He ripped the sheet off of his bed angrily, and ignored me.
After that, things got awkward. I hadn’t seen Eric in days. I had just begun to get close to Gerard, and then he had to go scare the living shit out of me. We didn’t talk anymore. It went totally opposite from what it was in the beginning. He sat alone at what used to be my table – and I sat with Ray Talks-A-Lot Toro and Bob People-Are-Watching-Me Bryar.
One of the weird things about it all was; after almost a week of not talking to Gerard I was really starting to like Ray and Bob – besides them being insane, they were pretty fucking cool. Ray and I shared an interest in guitars, while Bob and I shared the same interest in pretty much everything else.
Besides having to see him during random parts of the day when we were in our room together, and passing by him every now and then – I think I was doing pretty well, working on forgetting about Gerard; and some of the thoughts I had, had of him previously.
Then Ray had to ruin it.
“Guys!” He exclaimed as he sat down at the table during dinner. “You won’t believe what I saw!” His eyes were wide.
I chuckled and exchanged a glance with Bob, before shoving my fork into the small little salad that I had gotten. “Another sign?” I asked, pretending to be curious.
He shook his head and I raised an eyebrow. That’s usually all he saw; ‘Signs’ from the aliens, trying to tell him when they were coming for him. “Did you see one?” He asked, his mouth falling open.
I shook my head. “Um, no, but I’ll let you know if I do.” I added. “Go on with what you were saying though.” I motioned for him to continue.
“There are cops here!” He said excitedly.
I sighed. I had thought maybe this would have been something interesting. There were always cops showing up to this place, every now and then. “That’s not a surprise, Ray.” I pointed out, taking a bite of my salad.
“But you haven’t heard the best part!” Ray whined, literally slapping the table with his hand. I raised my eyebrows, and Ray paused for a ‘dramatic effect’. “They’re taking Gerard away!”
Shit. If he had said anyone else, I would have nonchalantly shrugged my shoulders – but it was Gerard, so I ended up choking on my water and staring at Ray in horror. “What?!” I exclaimed. I couldn’t fucking believe this. I was hoping that Ray had just heard wrong.
He shrugged his shoulders, eager to continue on with his story. “I was coming back from outside, and I saw the cops leading Gerard into Ms. Hart’s office. He looked pretty scared too. I tried to get closer, but Mike and a policeman were guarding the door. There was a lot of yelling though, so I think they were arresting him.”
I felt like panicking. They couldn’t arrest Gerard. They just couldn’t. “Do you think they’ve left with him, yet?!” I asked hurriedly.
Ray shrugged again. “I don’t think so.” He looked at me. “But they won’t let you in there!” He added as he saw me moving to get up from the table.
They had to. They just fucking had to. I got up from the table, leaving my tray and ignoring Ray and Bob’s calls. I ran out of the cafeteria and towards Hart’s office. Mike was standing out there, talking to another officer. When he saw me, he said something and walked over to me before I reached the office. “You can’t be here, Frank.” He said sternly.
“Where’s Gerard?” I demanded, trying to look around him.
“That’s none of your business.” Mike replied.
“Yes it is! I’ll make it my fucking business! Where’s Gerard?! Are they… Are they really taking him away?” Even though I hadn’t talked to him in about a week, I still felt tears threatening to spill and a lump form in my throat as the thought of Gerard being taken away by the police entered my mind.
“Of course not.” Mike shook his head and frowned. “Where did you hear that?”
I didn’t say, because I knew Mike long enough to know when he was lying –and right now he was. “They are.” I whispered. “They’re taking him away.” Fuck. Here comes the breakdown in ten.
“I want to see him!”
Nine.
“Frank, you can’t.”
Eight.
“Lemme fucking see him!”
Seven.
“Frank, listen. You need to go back to the cafeteria.”
Six.
“You need to leave.”
Five.
“Frank, now.”
Four.
“Damn it, Frank.”
Three.
Here come the tears.
Two.
“Frank?”
I blinked. Gerard had come out of Hart’s office with a confused expression on his face. His eyes were red and his cheeks were dirty, which just proved that he had been crying.
“Gerard!” So, I might have been over-dramatic, but I didn’t care. I was just happy to see he wasn’t in handcuffs. “Ray said, there was cops and they were gonna…” I started stuttering and he frowned.
“They were gonna what?”
“Put you in jail. Take you away.” I almost said, ‘from me’ but that would have sounded weird, considering the circumstances.
“We’re not putting him in jail.” One officer came out of the office and stood behind Gerard and Gerard looked down. “Yet.” He finished, making me feel sick. “We just wanted to ask him some questions.” He looked at Gerard with a frown on his face, then back at me. He squinted. “Who are—“
“Officer Lewis.” Hart came out of her office, with a frown on her face. “I would prefer it if you check with me, before you question another one of my patients.” She crossed her arms over her chest, shooting a look in my direction.
Officer Lewis frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but Hart shot him one of her looks. It felt nice to see her give her ‘look’ to an authority figure - actually it was just nice to see that she gave it to someone besides me. “Well,” He cleared his throat. “I think we’re done here. Lyle?” He nodded towards the officer Mike was talking to and they turned to walk away. Officer Lewis looked at Gerard and nodded his head. “We’ll see you soon, Mr. Way.”
Gerard didn’t say anything, and I watched as they walked away, shooting glances over their shoulders every now and then. I looked back at Gerard. He was staring at me curiously. Then I hugged him.
For some reason, I felt like crying, for a couple of reasons. You know that feeling, where someone you care about goes off on vacation for a long time, you barely talk to them, and when they come back you feel like you’ve been separated forever? And all those times you missed them come flooding back and you just want to hug them and never let go? Well, even though I had ‘seen’ Gerard every day, I felt like that, and I didn’t know why.
He seemed surprised, because he tensed up before stiffly hugging me back.
“Ahem.” Hart cleared her throat and I pulled back, glancing at her. My cheeks burned and I tried to steady my breathing, because for some unknown reason, my heart was racing. “You’re dismissed.” Hart said, and I knew she was feeling the awkward tension that we had created.
Gerard and I slowly walked back to our room in silence. “Do you still hate me?” I asked after I closed the door behind us.
He blinked. “I never hated you. I don’t hate people.” He said.
I frowned. Was that possible? Not hating people? I hated a lot of people. “I mean, I thought you did. Because of Eri-“ I paused. Gerard glared at me. “You know.” I finished awkwardly.
“I don’t hate you, Frank.” He sighed. “I’m worried about you.”
Worried about me? He had acted like he wanted to kill me; Like he wanted nothing to do with me, and now he said he was worried about me? I was so confused. “What do you mean?” I asked, as I watched him change the sheets.
“Just… Eric.” He said, quietly. “I… I really think you should…” I could tell he was having trouble looking for the words to say. “Never mind.” He finally mumbled as he put the new sheet on the bed.
I frowned. I wanted to know what he had meant, but I thought I should change the subject. “What did the cops want?” I asked. I was curious about that too.
He shrugged. “What do you think? They wanted to know details.”
“Oh.” I frowned. “Did you give them any?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
He paused and looked at me with a blank expression. “I can’t remember.”
“You can’t remember why you didn’t give them details, or-?”
He blinked. “I can’t remember any details. I just know I did it.”
I frowned and moved to sit next to him. “But…” If you murdered your family, I’m pretty sure that would be something you’d remember everything about. He didn’t say anything, he looked down at his suitcase, where the Scooby Doo blanket lay on top. “Gerard?” He glanced up at me. “Will you tell me? Your full story?”
He stared at me and the silence in the room was about to drive me crazy.
Then he sighed.
“Yeah.”
I let out a sigh of relief. Finally.
“But not tonight.”
Fuck.
Author’s Note- I don’t know, was this a Trainwreck? ._.
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