"It's not a coincidence."
“There was an accident; only a bit ago. It might have been a drunk driver – we’re not sure. He or she abandoned the car after the accident.” He paused. “It was dark.” He added, and I noticed that it was almost pitch black outside – besides the yellow street lights shining dimly. “Their car flipped several times. They died at the scene.” The policeman explained simply. He shifted his weight from foot to foot. “I’m sure it was quick. They didn’t feel much pain.” He added trying to be sympathetic.
Mikey nodded his head. “What kind of car was it?”
The policeman frowned. “Excuse me?”
“What kind of car?” Mikey repeated slowly. “I want to know what the car looked like… the one that hit them.” He said.
The policeman cleared his throat. “Well, it was uh…” He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of paper. “It was a Black 2009 Lexus.” He said, squinting to read it in the dark.
Mikey nodded his head again. “Thank you.” He said quietly before closing the door. The policeman opened his mouth to say something more, but Mikey had already closed the door and was locking it quickly. He turned so his back was pressed up against it, then slid to the floor, his knees folding up to his chest.
“Mikes, I’m sorry--” Gerard started, moving to sit beside his little brother, but Mikey shrunk away from him.
“This is all your fault.” Mikey whispered.
“Mikey--” I started, noticing how Gerard’s face fell and how his lower lip shook. Mikey shot a glare at me and I shut up.
“What?” Gerard asked quietly, biting down on his lip to keep it from shaking.
“If you hadn’t come here, mom and dad would be fine.” Mikey’s voice was shaking with anger and Gerard wrapped his arms around himself.
“Mikey, you can’t… I had nothing to do with… It was an accident, the cop said so.” Gerard said quietly.
“An accident?! It wasn’t an accident. It’s too much of a coincidence; A Black 2009 Lexus – the same kind of car that was following me to and from school! First we get that picture, and now this? You should have never of come here. You should still be locked up in that crazy house! Because that’s where you really belong! You’re insane!”
“Mikey, please--” Gerard tried to protest. He looked at me, his eyes pleading for help. I wish I had known what to say, but I couldn’t seem to find the right words to say.
“Stop calling me that! My name isn’t Mikey! It’s James!” He grabbed tufts of his hair in his hands. “Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?!” He cried.
“Because,” Gerard said, his voice cracking. “You’re my brother. I love you. I’m supposed--” Mikey glared at him.
“You are not my brother.” Mikey said angrily. He got up off of the floor and took a few steps closer to Gerard menacingly. “You’re not. So stop saying you are.” He growled. “You’re not my brother and I hate you.”
“Mikey!” I said, aghast.
“Stay out of this dude.” He snapped back.
I blinked. “No!” I walked up to him. “I’m not going to let you treat Gerard like this, especially when we’ve gone through all this shit just to get here.”
“Well you wasted your time. My life was just fine when I thought I was an only child.” He hissed at me.
Gerard let out a whimper and I saw him take another few steps back, still swaying – his dark hair hanging down covering his face. He looked pale and sickly again.
Mikey looked at him, then back at me. “Fuck you. Both of you.” He hissed and he turned and ran up the stairs.
I watched until he was out of sight and I heard his bedroom door slam, then I ran to Gerard.
“He hates me, Frank.” He whispered, still looking down.
“No, he doesn’t.” I said firmly. “He just lost his parents… again.” I added. “I think you should go talk to him.” I said after another minute.
“He doesn’t want to talk to me.” Gerard said bitterly.
“Yes he does. He just doesn’t realize it.” I said quietly. “Go on… Go up there.”
He stared at me for another minute before slowly wiping his eyes and heading up the stairs, sending me looks until he disappeared. I sighed and ran my hand through my hair – I didn’t know how much of it I could take.
There was a knock at the door and I got up, wondering who the fuck it was now. I looked at the clock. 8:15pm. Wow it was really fucking dark for 8:15. I opened the door and my mouth fell open.
“Eric?” I stared at him and he pushed past me and walked inside.
“So this is the Harmon’s, eh?” He plopped down on the couch and leaned back. “Nice place.”
“What the fuck are you doing here? How the hell did you find this place?” I demanded, still in shock.
“I have my ways. I’m here because I gotta tell you somethin’.” He got up and motioned for me to follow him into the kitchen. He leaned against the counter and stared at me with an amused expression. “So, you got that killer guy after you.” He raised his eyebrows.
“How did you--”
He rolled his eyes. “I. Have. My. Ways.” He repeated. “Now, Frank.” His tone implied that he meant business. “You know that I’m always lookin’ out for you, right?” I didn’t say anything. He narrowed his eyes. “Right?” He snapped. I nodded my head even though I was thinking something else.
“Well,” He said, with his eyes still narrowed. “This guy just wants Gerard and Mikey up there, right?” I paused, then nodded again. “Well, when he shows up here, he’s not gonna need you. So he’s gonna kill you first.” I felt cold. “So… What I’m thinkin’ is a way you can save your own skin.” He smirked.
“…What?” I asked. I couldn’t help but to be curious.
“Kill ‘em.” He said, still smirking.
“What?!” I asked, shocked.
“Kill the two brothers.” He pulled up a large knife from the wooden knife holder next to him. “Kevin’ll see they’re dead. He’ll be done. You run off. Everything’s good.”
“It… What… I…” I couldn’t say anything. How could he expect me to kill Gerard? I loved him, even though I hadn’t told him yet. I couldn’t fucking kill him – or Mikey.
Eric once again seemed to read my mind. He sneered and put the knife in my hand. “You’re gonna have to make your decision soon, Frankie boy.” He glanced at the clock then smirked. “Tick tock.”
I looked up and noticed that it was 8:27pm. My heart began to race as I remembered a quote from the paper Hart had read to me when I first found out about Kevin Macomber.
Kevin shut off the power at 8:30pm.
I turned around, the knife still in my hand and ran upstairs. Mikey and Gerard stared at me, then looked at the knife in my hand in horror.
I wouldn’t let Gerard finish. “He’s coming.” I gasped, hoping my heart would settle down.
Mikey blinked, “What? Who--?”
He didn’t get to finish. There was a crackling sound.
And everything went dark.
Author’s Note- This might have been confusing but still; tell me what you think? x