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Two Can Keep a Secret if One of Us is Dead
12 ReviewsWhat happens when Gerard learns Mikey is being abused? Oneshot
Title is from the song Secret by The Pierces. Based slightly on a true story.
After our parents divorced things got hard for both of us. Mikey went to live with Dad and i stayed with Mom. Since Dad didn't like me too much, I wasn't really allowed to talk to Mikey. That still didn't stop me, though.
"Hey Mikey, what's up?" I said as he picked up the phone.
"Nothing really... I miss you..." He sniffled. It sounded like he had been crying.
"Mikey, have you been crying?"
"Yeah..." I sighed. I couldn't help him.
"Well, are Dad and Carmen treating you well?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah. Carmen's gonna have her baby soon though. It's a girl." I smiled a tiny bit. "It's really good to hear your voice again."
"I miss you too. So does Frank, actually. He says hi." Frank was my best friend, and he had a tendency to hang out with Mikey too.
"Tell him I said hi back." I heard the smile in his voice as he said that.
The rest of the phone call was just more small talk until I had to go and finish up my homework. I began wondering about how he was really doing. He had sounded rather... off during the conversation. I knew he wouldn't tell me what was wrong so I wouldn't worry about him, but there was something going on.
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The next day I called him again. The phone rang four times, as always, before he picked up.
"Hey Mikey," I said. "How was your day today?" He took a few seconds longer than usual to answer.
“It was ok. I miss you though.” Was his response. “Hey, I should probably go, Dad's--" He was cut off suddenly and I heard the phone fall to the ground. There were heavy footsteps before a voice I recognized as my father's voice shouted.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO?" The voice roared. "WAS IT THE FAGGOT?" Yeah, Dad's convinced I'm gay. I heard Mikey whimper something before there was a loud slap and he cried out. Dad growled something else under his breath, and I heard more slapping sounds and what sounded like punching.
It stopped after what felt like ages, the sounds of abuse stopped, leaving only Mikey's sobs and occasional whimper. I hung up then, sick to my stomach. Tears dripped down my face as I resolved to save him.
"Hold on Mikey," I whispered. "I'm coming for you."
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The next day
I got into my car and placed the package on the passenger seat. I slid into my seat and buckled up, tightening my grip on the steering wheel before driving out of the driveway and in the direction of Mikey's new home.
"Mikey I'm coming..." I kept whispering it. "I'm coming... I'm coming..." I repeated, holding the package steady around the curves and twists and turns, not wanting my precious cargo spill out.
About two hours later I pulled up in front of a fairly nice, two story cookie-cutter house, complete with a white picket fence and lush, green lawn. I grimaced and pulled up in front of the driveway before slowly getting out. I walked to the passenger side and took the pistol out of the package, loading it with what would definitely be enough bullets.
I slammed the door open, striding in and looking for everyone. Footsteps ran over from somewhere else, and I rounded a corner the same time as my stepmother.
"Wh--" Was all she managed before I pulled the trigger once, twice. My arm jerked twice, and the room was briefly lit up brighter than it already was. I saw her eyes grow huge before two red stains began to creep out from her horrendous floral shirt. She fell backwards onto a table, knocking it over.
I stopped just long enough to watch her fall before continuing. A heavier set of footsteps came sprinting down the stairs as I began to ascend them. I smiled, knowing the sounds of my father's footsteps.
He halted when he saw me, his eyes going wide. I could see the fear on his face when he saw the gun in my hand and the blood that was covering me.
"Gerard... What are you doing?" He choked out. I laughed, raising the pistol and aligning the sight with his forehead.
"Just came to say goodnight, motherfucker," I snarled before pulling the trigger. Blood and brain rocketed out the back of his head, splattering the wall behind him with greyish pink and red. I kicked his body out of my way before continuing down the hall and opening the only closed door.
Mikey was curled up on his bed, staring dully at the door.
"Mikey," I said softly. He blinked and looked up at me, the dull look disappearing instantly.
"Gee!" He yelled. He jumped up and ran over. "What's happening? Why were there gunshots?" He asked, throwing his arms around me. He saw the gun and instantly backed away, some of the blood on his shirt. "Wh... Wh..."
"Shhhhh," I cooed softly. "You're safe now. Come on. Let's go home," I said, taking him by the arm and leading him to my car before practically shoving him in. Sirens blared as I got into the driver's side and started the car, tossing the gun out the window.
Then, we ran.
So, what did you think?
After our parents divorced things got hard for both of us. Mikey went to live with Dad and i stayed with Mom. Since Dad didn't like me too much, I wasn't really allowed to talk to Mikey. That still didn't stop me, though.
"Hey Mikey, what's up?" I said as he picked up the phone.
"Nothing really... I miss you..." He sniffled. It sounded like he had been crying.
"Mikey, have you been crying?"
"Yeah..." I sighed. I couldn't help him.
"Well, are Dad and Carmen treating you well?" I asked, trying to change the subject.
"Yeah. Carmen's gonna have her baby soon though. It's a girl." I smiled a tiny bit. "It's really good to hear your voice again."
"I miss you too. So does Frank, actually. He says hi." Frank was my best friend, and he had a tendency to hang out with Mikey too.
"Tell him I said hi back." I heard the smile in his voice as he said that.
The rest of the phone call was just more small talk until I had to go and finish up my homework. I began wondering about how he was really doing. He had sounded rather... off during the conversation. I knew he wouldn't tell me what was wrong so I wouldn't worry about him, but there was something going on.
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The next day I called him again. The phone rang four times, as always, before he picked up.
"Hey Mikey," I said. "How was your day today?" He took a few seconds longer than usual to answer.
“It was ok. I miss you though.” Was his response. “Hey, I should probably go, Dad's--" He was cut off suddenly and I heard the phone fall to the ground. There were heavy footsteps before a voice I recognized as my father's voice shouted.
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING TO?" The voice roared. "WAS IT THE FAGGOT?" Yeah, Dad's convinced I'm gay. I heard Mikey whimper something before there was a loud slap and he cried out. Dad growled something else under his breath, and I heard more slapping sounds and what sounded like punching.
It stopped after what felt like ages, the sounds of abuse stopped, leaving only Mikey's sobs and occasional whimper. I hung up then, sick to my stomach. Tears dripped down my face as I resolved to save him.
"Hold on Mikey," I whispered. "I'm coming for you."
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The next day
I got into my car and placed the package on the passenger seat. I slid into my seat and buckled up, tightening my grip on the steering wheel before driving out of the driveway and in the direction of Mikey's new home.
"Mikey I'm coming..." I kept whispering it. "I'm coming... I'm coming..." I repeated, holding the package steady around the curves and twists and turns, not wanting my precious cargo spill out.
About two hours later I pulled up in front of a fairly nice, two story cookie-cutter house, complete with a white picket fence and lush, green lawn. I grimaced and pulled up in front of the driveway before slowly getting out. I walked to the passenger side and took the pistol out of the package, loading it with what would definitely be enough bullets.
I slammed the door open, striding in and looking for everyone. Footsteps ran over from somewhere else, and I rounded a corner the same time as my stepmother.
"Wh--" Was all she managed before I pulled the trigger once, twice. My arm jerked twice, and the room was briefly lit up brighter than it already was. I saw her eyes grow huge before two red stains began to creep out from her horrendous floral shirt. She fell backwards onto a table, knocking it over.
I stopped just long enough to watch her fall before continuing. A heavier set of footsteps came sprinting down the stairs as I began to ascend them. I smiled, knowing the sounds of my father's footsteps.
He halted when he saw me, his eyes going wide. I could see the fear on his face when he saw the gun in my hand and the blood that was covering me.
"Gerard... What are you doing?" He choked out. I laughed, raising the pistol and aligning the sight with his forehead.
"Just came to say goodnight, motherfucker," I snarled before pulling the trigger. Blood and brain rocketed out the back of his head, splattering the wall behind him with greyish pink and red. I kicked his body out of my way before continuing down the hall and opening the only closed door.
Mikey was curled up on his bed, staring dully at the door.
"Mikey," I said softly. He blinked and looked up at me, the dull look disappearing instantly.
"Gee!" He yelled. He jumped up and ran over. "What's happening? Why were there gunshots?" He asked, throwing his arms around me. He saw the gun and instantly backed away, some of the blood on his shirt. "Wh... Wh..."
"Shhhhh," I cooed softly. "You're safe now. Come on. Let's go home," I said, taking him by the arm and leading him to my car before practically shoving him in. Sirens blared as I got into the driver's side and started the car, tossing the gun out the window.
Then, we ran.
So, what did you think?
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