He tried to tell himself he was just being paranoid, though we all knew he wasn’t.
Every night when we laid down on the large bed to go to sleep he’d start talking about Mikey. “He’s got the same funny little laugh, Frankie.” He’d whisper and I’d smile and kiss his cheek. “He’s still Mikey. I know he’s still confused, but he’s still Mikey. He’ll realize that.” He said with a small smile playing at his lips. “And then we’ll be a huge big family again. All of us.” He looked up at me with those big green eyes and grinned.
It was times like this where I knew he was expecting me to say it.
But I couldn’t.
I don’t know why. I loved Gerard, I really did, but I just couldn’t seem to get the words out. I was hoping that he might slip up and say it first, but he never did. I sighed and smiled back at him. “Are you happy, Gee?” I whispered, even though I knew the answer.
He nodded his head excitedly. “Yeah, I am.” He sat up a little and pressed his lips against mine. “Thank you, Frankie. I wouldn’t be this happy if it weren’t for you.” He said quietly.
I smiled. “Ditto.” How corny did that sound? Once again, I didn’t give a fuck. I was just really happy in that moment, where his arms were wrapped around me, mine wrapped around him and we were just lying there together. I felt like nothing could ruin this feeling I had.
I was wrong.
It wasn’t until a couple days later when Mikey had come back from school with an anxious expression on his face. He sat down at the kitchen table and let his backpack fall to the floor.
“What’s the matter, Mikes?” Gerard asked, pouring himself a glass of iced Tea.
Mikey took a deep breath. “There was someone following me home from school today.” He said quietly. I choked on the sandwich I had just taken a bite of and Mikey whacked me hard on the back until I was able to breathe again. Gerard stared at Mikey in shock still pouring the tea into the small glass, causing it to overflow, spill all over the counter then start to drip on the white floor.
“Shit.” He muttered, quickly grabbing some paper towels.
“What do you mean?” I finally gasped out.
“There was a black car…” he started, his voice was still quiet. “It had tinted windows, and I couldn’t see inside. I would have looked for a license plate number but I was too nervous. He followed me when I walked to school this morning, and he was following me home.”
“You sure he wasn’t just…” I couldn’t think of an excuse. “Should we call Mel or John?” I looked between the two brothers.
Mikey shook his head just as Gerard nodded. Gerard opened his mouth but Mikey shook his head again. “Mom will start flipping shit.” He sighed, putting his head in his hands. “And dad,” he mumbled. “He’ll call the cops and if they find you here… I don’t know, maybe I’m just being paranoid.”
Mikey had been pretty jumpy after his parents told him the story of the psychotic serial killer that was after him and his brother – I couldn’t blame him, I would be too. In fact I was. “Nah, you’re not.” I said, taking another bite of my sandwich. I chewed slowly so I wouldn’t have to say anything else, but from the way Gerard was looking at me I knew that he was just as worried as I was.
We didn’t say anything to Melinda or John about the situation, but every day for the next couple of days Mikey would come home from school pale and shaken. Gerard told him to at least pretend he was sick so he wouldn’t have to go – or maybe he could ask Melinda or John to drive him to school and pick him up, but Mikey refused to both options. He tried to tell himself he was just being paranoid, though we all knew he wasn’t.
It wasn’t until the next Friday where we realized that something was seriously wrong. Mikey had come home with a look of relief on his face. Gerard had asked him what was up and he said that he hadn’t seen the black car that day. We all felt a little relieved after hearing that, so we sat down on the couch and started our usual routine. Gerard got drinks and I got a bag of chips and poured it into a bowl while Mikey would find a good show on TV then casually pull out his homework, even though he knew he probably wouldn’t be able to focus on it. At least when his parents came home he looked like he was actually doing something.
We ended up watching some Bruce Willis movie that Mikey really liked – Die Hard, I think it was called. Surprisingly, I had never seen it before but it automatically became one of my favorites. Gerard seemed to like it too though he always jumped whenever something exploded – which was quite often.
We were pretty much halfway through the movie when the doorbell rang. It was silent for a moment before I sighed and slowly got up, taking my sweet time to answer the door. It was some random dude. I frowned. “Yeah?” I leaned against the doorway and he shrugged and handed me an envelope. “What’s this?” I asked, cautiously taking it out of his hands.
“Some dude tol’ me ta give it to yo’.” He said, in his thick accent.
I blinked and raised my eyebrows. “Thanks…” I said, before closing the door.
“Who was it?” Gerard asked from the couch, Mikey shushed him and he turned red.
I chuckled and looked back at the envelope. I opened it up carefully and pulled out a piece of paper.
It wasn’t a piece of paper. It was a picture.
It was the picture Melinda had taken of the three of us, except it was different. Someone had taken a red Sharpie and crossed out Mikey and Gerard’s faces. On the back he had circled their names and in crude block lettering underneath it read;
I FOUND YOU.
Author’s Note- Tell me what you think? x