Visits from family make your stomach knot.
"So anyway, they didn't tell me why they're here, but I'm sure you'll soon find out." Bob nods, stopping in his tracks, "we're here. Just in there." As he points to the door in front of me, my nausea returns.
"Okay." I reply, my nervousness noticeable in my weak voice. We don't bother to say anything else, and I know Bob'll be waiting for me. He has to as his duty to the police. He's my.. my watcher, shall we say.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, I push open the door and gasp slightly, spotting my brother and mother sitting one of the tables. Mikey's mousy brown hair falls in front of his eyes, his thin specs sitting on top of his nose. He's very skinny, and doesn't look happy in the slightest. My mum, Donna, has blonde hair that tumbles just beneath her shoulders, a kind face and big brown eyes. "I.. I.." They look up. Mum smiles brightly at me, but remembering what I've done, it drops. Mikey keeps his pokerface on.
"Gerard." Mum says, standing up abruptly. I can't control my legs as I run up and hug her, taking in her strong, flowery smell. She hugs me back, and I notice a tear fall down her cheek.
"I can't believe it's you." I mumble, pulling away from her. She just nods and sniffs, wiping away a single tear.
"Gerard." I turn to Mikey who's now stood next to me. He just nods. I awkwardly nod back, before sighing and looking to the floor. I remember how we used to be when we were little. Inseparable. "It's.. it's good to see you.." He mumbles, peeking up at me through his glasses. I nod.
"It is.. I missed you. I haven't seen you in.. in five years."
"It wasn't my fault." Mikey says, frowning, "you put yourself in here. You made me so disgusted by you.. I couldn't look at you. You did some sick things. Really sick. I wont ever forget them Gerard, but your my brother, and no matter what.. I do love you."
I can't speak, I can't breathe. I can't move. I just absorb his words, letting each breath he takes stab at my heart. It was like being slapped around the face with a brick. "What.. what did I do?"
Mikey raises his eyebrows, "you know what you did, Gerard!"
Mum bursts into tears and runs into Mikey's arms, sobbing into his shoulder. I watch as he soothes her, shaking his head and sighing. It tears my insides apart. I don't know what I did. I couldn't be more clueless. I hate myself, I fucking hate me.
"I.. I don't.. Mikes.." Mikey glares at me, "Mikey." I correct.
"You seriously don't know?"
"I don't.. I haven't known for the past five years.. I don't know what I've done and I can't.. I can't take this.." Tears roll down my cheek as I shake my head, eyes glued to my family.
"Then I don't want to tell you."
"Because it means you wont become that person again. I don't want you to be him again. I like you like this." Mikey pulls himself from our mum, who's now only got a few tears leaking from her wide eyes, and holds out his hand. Accepting, I smile broadly and nod to him, then grin at the baffled face of our mother.
"Our Gerard's back." She whispers.
I'm sorry this is shorter, and I didn't use my beta, but they'll visit more.. So don't sweat. Thank you for reading, I'll update ASAP! :D
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