BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sound of gunshots woke me.
"Hello?" I call out.
I get out of my room and go downstairs.
I look around the house. Nothing seems to be the problem.
Slowly, I walk up to the kitchen. What I saw horrified me.
Every one I ever learned to trust was brutally murdered in the kitchen.
Everyone was stabbed and shot. Ray, Bob, my mother, Gerard, and Frank.
My eyes widened. "Wha—?"
There was a shadow in the back corner of the kitchen.
"Hello Michael." the man in the shadows says eerily.
Wait. Hold up. That voice...
"Yes, Michael. I'm your FATHER. I killed everyone you've ever loved." he laughs maniacally as I fall to my knees, tears welling up in my eyes.
"No.." I whisper. "No. No. No. This isn't real. It can't be. No." I say to myself.
"Oh, dear Michael. But it is." My father says and dissapears in a cloud of smoke.
"Mikey!" Frank shakes me awake.
"Frank!" I cry, hugging on to him tightly, crying.
Frank hugs me tight and rubs my back soothingly.
"Shhh, Mikes. It's okay, I'm here. It's just a dream." he coos.
"No Frankie. It wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare!"
"I-I dreamt that you and Gerard and Ray and Bob and my mom were all dead. All murdered... M-my dad was the one..." I manage to choke out through my tears.
"Don't worry, Mikes. I'm here, Gerard's here, we're all here. Your dad isn't anywhere near a thousand miles from here. Shh, it's okay..." he comforts me.
Welay there like that for a while until I calm down enough, then I pull away from his warmth, blushing.
"S-sorry Frankie. Your shirt's all wet now... I'm such a baby..." I say apologetically.
"No Mikey. It's alright. You're not a baby, everyone needs to cry at some point. I hate to see you cry." Frank says, hugging me.
"Being there for me. Always. Since the day we met when we were 4, in Pre-School when we didn't have enough blankets and you offered to share yours with me. Just thank you. For everything."
"Don't thank me for doing what I want to do. I want to be there for you. If I didn't, why do you think I'm here now?"
"You're right, but I'm still thanking you."
"But I should also thank you."
"Because. Without you, I would have no one to be there for. And that's a life not worth living."
I hug him tighter, then pull away blushing even harder.
"Uhh, the guys might be looking for us..." I say awkwardly.
"Okay, let's go down!" Frank says, giving me his 1000 watt smile. I can see a hint of a blush on his cheeks, but I choose not to question it and go downstairs with him.
So how was this chapter? I think it's pretty good for being in a hotel room somewhere in Utah and using my phone, but that's just me. I keep on telling myself to make it longer, but I'm too tired so I'll try to make the next chapter longer. Hope you guys like it! :3
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