The next town after this I was pretty familiar with – it was where I used to live.
I, of course, was not only worried about Gerard’s sudden illness, but also I worried about what I had read in the newspaper. We had stopped a couple of times so Gerard could rest and we could eat – mainly crackers and beef jerky. On our third stop I pulled out the newspaper and began to read.
”KEVIN MACOMBER IS BACK IN NEW JERSEY”
But this time he has a different motive. Macomber was always known for killing families of four living in New Jersey, but now he has narrowed it down to males; 16 and 19 years of age. We’re not sure what has triggered the change of MO, but we plan on finding out. Already he has murdered five 19 year-old males and four 16 year-old males. In physical appearance, we have noticed they seem to have dark hair and green eyes in common. Though it isn’t much for a lead, we want to warn citizens with these characteristics…
I froze. My hands were shaking and I’m sure that if anyone had seen my expression at that moment you would have thought I’d seen a ghost. I looked at Gerard. He was staring at the sunset, his cheeks flushed. I swallowed, knowing that he fit the characteristics perfectly. I felt sick. Kevin knew. He knew that he fucked up. And he was out to get the Way brothers. If anything happened to Gerard, I knew that it would be my fault. I had given Gerard hope that we would find his brother, I had taken him out of the safety of the hospital, and now a sociopathic killer was on the loose ready to murder him and his younger brother.
I crumpled up the news paper, shoving it into Gerard’s backpack. He looked at me with a pitiful look on his face, and I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him into a hug. “I don’t feel good, Frankie.” He whispered into my arm. I sighed. I’ll admit, I’ve never really been stressed before. I remembered when my parents told me that I would never understand how they felt when they were stressed about whatever, until I actually was. Now my boyfriend was being tracked by a serial killer, and he was getting weaker by the fucking second. I almost felt like crying, but I didn’t want Gerard to know that something else was wrong, so I just tightened my grip on him. His whole body shook as he went into another coughing fit. When he was finally able to speak, he looked up at me. “Frankie?” I raised my eyebrows. “When are we gonna find Mikey?”
I sighed and shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, Gee.” I kept one arm around him and with the other I unzipped his backpack and reached in to pull out the map. He still had his arms wrapped around my middle and he watched as I slowly spread the map out across my legs. “Well… We’re right here.” I pointed to one part, smack dab in the middle of the paper. “And Mikey should be…” My finger trailed across the page. “right around here.” I finished, tapping a small section of the map. “Not too far.” I said, even though it was a good 20 something miles farther – which is pretty far considering we were walking and we had no money for a taxi; and I sure as hell wasn’t hitchhiking.
Gerard coughed again, and nodded his head. “Frankie? Do you think he’ll want to see me?” He whispered after a moment.
I stared at him, “What do you mean?” I asked in confusion.
He didn’t speak for a moment, but then looked up at me. “What if he’s heard bad things about me? Or what if he doesn’t even remember me? What if… What if he just doesn’t want to see me?” He finished, his voice quiet and weak. I tilted his face upward and kissed his lips softly – not caring how sick he was.
“You’re his brother, Gerard.” I said quietly, but firmly. “He will be so fucking happy when he sees you.” I didn’t bother adding that Mikey probably thought Gerard was dead, just like Gerard had thought he was.
Gerard gave me one of his small smiles. “You think so?” He said, hopefully. I nodded my head.
“I know so.” I kissed his hot clammy forehead. “I think you should rest, Gee.” I whispered. He nodded slowly and before I could say anything else he had fallen asleep. I sighed. I still didn’t know what I was going to do. His fever seemed to be getting progressively worse, we had twenty something miles to go before we reached the area Mikey was in – and afterward we still had to figure out where in Harrison ‘1232 Penman Ave.’ was. And not to mention we didn’t have any money, we were running out of water, and there was always that small problem of the fucking serial killer out looking for Gerard.
I ran my hand through my hair and tried to think of what we could do. The next town after this I was pretty familiar with – it was where I used to live.
The next day, Gerard seemed to have already gotten worse. His hair was matted to his face with his own sweat, even though it seemed to be moderately cool outside. His face was paler than normal and dark circles had formed under his eyes. He didn’t complain even though I knew that he was tired and in pain. We had been walking for a couple hours and he looked like any second he could pass out. I needed to find a good place where he could rest – but I couldn’t think of anywhere that didn’t require money.
As we turned down the street in a neighborhood I felt a pang of familiarity. Gerard staggered and his knees wobbled, I caught him just as he was about to hit the ground. “Fuck. Gerard, are you okay? Gee?” His eyes fluttered and his lips moved but no sound came out. “Damn it.” I swung his arm over my shoulder. “C’mon Gee. I’ll find a place for you to rest.” I was going to have to bang on doors, until someone would let us in. “Just work with me here.” I grumbled, pulling him towards a tall house. I pushed the doorbell continuously. Gerard let out a soft groan as his legs gave out again. “Damn it.” I pushed the doorbell again.
There was shuffling on the other side of the door, the sound of a lock clicking and then a door opening. “Please, we need somewhere to—“ I froze and my eyes widened. Oh, you’ve gotta be shitting me.
Author’s Note- Uhm… tell me what you think? x