If we were to find Mikey, we had to do it fast. Now I had two things to worry about.
There were no words to describe how I was feeling when we had finally gotten out of the hospital. Gerard was having mixed feelings about it all. One second he was excited, knowing that the farther away we got from the hospital – the closer he was to finding his brother, and the next he was begging to go back; afraid of what might happen if something went wrong. I assured him nothing would go wrong –and I was positive what I said was true.
After ‘borrowing’ a city map; We found ourselves in a park and we sat down on the bench, Gerard leaning into me. I opened the backpack and pulled out the file. I opened up the folder and took out the yellow piece of paper that stated Mikey’s whereabouts.
John and Melinda Harmon.
1232 Penman Avenue
Harrison, NJ 07029
Gerard frowned. “Who are John and Melinda?” He asked, grabbing the paper from my hands. He read it over and his face fell. “He was adopted. They changed his name.” He said quietly. “Why’d they do that?” He handed the paper back to me, a confused look on his innocent face.
I had forgotten that I hadn’t really given Gerard all the details about what had happened –and I didn’t want to. “Well,” I started, thinking hard for the right words to say. “It’s probably because they wanted to keep him safe.” Shit.
Gerard frowned. “Keep him safe? From what?” I bit my lip. I had just remembered why Hart hadn’t wanted me to tell Gerard; because he’d leave the safety of the hospital. I had taken him out, and now he was vulnerable to anything. But then again, Gerard’s parents had been killed five years ago – so maybe Kevin Macomber had been caught and we had nothing to worry about.
“Nothing.” I said quickly and Gerard looked at me suspiciously before letting out a sigh of relief. He let his head fall back on my shoulder. “So, are you ready to start looking?” I asked after a moment of silence. He paused then nodded his head. I smiled and stood up, stretching. “Well, alright. Now we just gotta… figure out where we are.” I mumbled, as Gerard reached into his backpack to pull out the map.
I had been so caught up in how we were going to escape from the hospital I hadn’t even given a thought to what we were supposed to do afterward. There must have been some doubt that we wouldn’t get out at all.
Gerard frowned as he read the map. “So, this is…” He looked around and spotted the sign that welcomed you to the park. “Barclay Park… Which is here.” He pointed to a spot on the map and began mumbling as his finger moved around the page. “Um…” He turned the map sideways, a look of concentration on his face. I couldn’t help but laugh. He glared at me. “Okay, so we have to go… that-a-way.” He finally pointed to the left.
“You’re sure about that?” I asked after a moment – the last thing I wanted to do was get lost – especially since I hadn’t been in this area for a couple years.
He stood up and nodded his head. “Positive.” He stuffed the map back into his backpack before standing up and grabbing my hand. I noticed people staring but I didn’t care. “Do you really think we’ll find Mikey?” He asked quietly.
I nodded my head, looking straight into Gerard’s eyes. “I’m absolutely positive we will. C’mon, let’s head in that direction and...” My voice trailed off as I felt a small splash of water hit my face. I looked up. Shit. The sky was turning grey and there were storm clouds moving in. We didn’t have any money, so it wasn’t like we could get into a hotel. Looking for Mikey would have to wait.
There was suddenly a loud rumble of thunder and I jumped – Gerard let out a whimper and wrapped his arms around my torso, clinging to me. “F-Frankie?” He whispered, looking up at the now dark grey sky. Fuck, I hated Jersey weather. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and we quickly made our way out of the park. I tried to think of a place we could go to keep warm and dry. There were a lot of houses around, but I didn’t feel like going up to some random person and asking if we could come inside.
We finally stopped and quickly took shelter under one of those small glass cubicle type things at a bus stop – We were already soaked. Gerard sat down on the bench and wrapped his arms around himself as I rummaged through the contents of his backpack. I pulled out one of the blankets and wrapped it around the two of us. He buried his face into my chest and I kissed his forehead. “Frankie?” I looked down at him. “I—“ There was a loud boom of thunder that, I’ll admit, scared the shit out of me. Gerard let out a sob and buried his face back into my chest.
“H-Hey, it’s okay…” I whispered, kissing his head again. We sat there, Gerard’s face buried in my chest, and my lips pressed against his hair – listening to the rain hit the glass of our shelter, cringing every time the thunder rumbled, and shutting our eyes tightly whenever lightning flashed.
Gerard began to cough after a few minutes into the storm and I sighed. He was going to get sick again, I just knew it. I probably would too, but I got sick pretty easily and it usually only lasted a couple days or two. But I had remembered what Mike had said before, about Gerard having a ‘weak immune system’. That was the last thing we needed – seeing as it wasn’t like we had money where I could take him to the doctor’s. Maybe leaving the hospital was a really bad idea.
I have no idea how long we stayed at the bus stop, but I know I fell asleep, because I woke up with my head resting on top of Gerard’s and the storm had passed – there was also a woman in there with us. She smiled when she saw that I was awake, out of instinct I pulled Gerard closer to my side. She didn’t seem to notice – just crossed her legs and looked down to read the newspaper she had in her hands.
I looked down at Gerard. His black hair was still wet and it stuck to the sides of his pale face, there were literally small droplets of water on his eyelashes, his cheeks and nose were red, and his mouth was slightly gaping open in a small ‘O’. I couldn’t help but smile. He looked so perfect. I know that sounds corny, but I don’t give a fuck. He did; there was no other way to describe it.
There was a loud hissing sound as the bus pulled up. Gerard’s eyes opened slowly and he let out a small groan as he buried his face back into my shirt. The woman smiled at him, and sat her paper down where she had been sitting and got up. The bus driver stared at us suspiciously before closing the doors and pulling away from the curb. Gerard let out another soft groan as he slowly pulled away from me. He looked so tired and, unfortunately, sick. Fuck.
I slowly took the blanket off his shoulders and put it back in the backpack, then pulled out a bottle of water. “Here, Gee.” I handed the bottle to him. He slowly unscrewed the cap and put it to his lips.
“What time is it?” he mumbled. I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders. I didn’t have a watch or a phone, so I had no idea. It was still daylight outside though. Or was it already tomorrow? Damn it, I still had no idea. Gerard let his head fall onto my shoulder, the bottle of water still in his hand.
“You okay?” I asked. He nodded weakly and I sighed. I was really rethinking our actions of running away. He didn’t seem to want to move any time soon, so I picked up the newspaper the woman had left behind. Another mistake. As I read the front page headline, I felt numb – I thought my heart had stopped beating, and my mouth fell open. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.
“We need to go.” I said quickly, getting up so fast Gerard almost fell off the bench. I stuffed the paper into the backpack and Gerard slowly got to his feet, swaying a little. “C’mon Gee.” I grabbed his hand and pulled him out after me. If we were to find Mikey, we had to do it fast. Now I had two things to worry about.
The headline of the newspaper still burned behind my eyelids every time I blinked.
"KEVIN MACOMBER IS BACK IN NEW JERSEY."
Author’s Note- So, this was kinda bad wasn’t it. Review? x