He grabs his bag and crumpled clothes from the floor where they had been tossed haphazardly earlier. He shoves them into the bag. He looks around the room, surveying what else he needs to pack. Most of his belongings are already packed up. He grabs the towel and his toiletries bag, walking back into the bathroom. He neatly places the towel back on the towel rack, then tosses his things into the bag. He walks back out of the bathroom and spots the bottle of lube on the floor. A small smirk crosses his lips. He shoves it into the bag, turning towards his suitcase to put the bag away.
“Frank! Frank!” A voice shouts through the door as the person on the other side bangs loudly. “Frank, open the damn door... now!” Frank knows who the voice belongs to. And Mikey was livid.
“I’m coming,” Frank answers, tossing the toiletries bag on the bed and heading towards the door. As soon as he turns the handle, Mikey bursts through the door, pushing his way into the room.
“Where is he, Frank? Where?” Mikey looks around the room for Gerard.
“He’s not in here. He left a while ago.” Mikey walks over and looks into the dark bathroom.
“Don’t lie to me again, Frank. I know he was in here last light when I talked to you! He’s not answering his door still. I’ve been banging on it for half an hour!”
“Seriously, Mikey, he’s not here.” Frank hopes Mikey doesn’t notice the blood, now drying on the sheets.
“What happened between you?” Both of them stand there for just a second. “Please don’t tell me you fucked him, Frank,” Mikey says almost like he doesn’t want an answer to his question.
“We have to go find him, Mikey. Just trust me, we have to find ...” Frank’s voice trails off, afraid of the thoughts trying to surface in his mind.
“Frank,” Mikey grabs his shoulders with both hands, “look at me. You can’t do this, Frank. He has an addictive personality. Once he starts you, you’ll be just another drug to him. You hear me, Frank?”
Frank nods, making eye contact with Mikey. Mikey can see the fear in Frank’s eyes, unsure whether it’s because Frank had already had Gerard or because Gerard was missing. Or both.
“I can handle him, Mikey. You’re not the only one who cares about him! Now, stop wasting time! We need to go find him!”
After exchanging glances once more, both of them turn, running out of the room.
“Let’s try his room once more before we go anywhere else,” Franks says anxiously. He knows Gerard’s in there, but he’s afraid of what he’ll find behind the door.
“If he were in there, he’d have opened the door already.”
“Not if he’s passed out drunk...” Franks says as he begins banging on the door. “Gerard!”
“Why would he be that drunk already tod...” Mikey stops mid-word. Frank cuts his eyes at him, knowing Mikey just answered his own question. He no longer cares if Mikey knows; Gerard is all that matters right now to either of them.
“You better... don’t you let this get away from you, Frank.” Mikey words are worried. “If... since you started this, it’s your responsibility, whatever happens.”
“Alright, Mikey! Right now, though, we gotta get this door open.”
“Move,” Mikey orders. He kicks the door hard, damaging the frame, but not enough to open the door. He takes a deep breath and kicks the door again. This time, the door flies open. Both rush in, overwhelmed by the smell of alcohol in the room. Frank hears the shower running and enters the bathroom leaving Mikey standing in the room.
“Mikey! Mikey!” yells Frank. “Mikey he’s in here! Oh my God...” Mikey hears the shock in Frank’s voice. He’s afraid to see what’s in the bathroom, but he has to help Gerard.
So, I'm sorry for this chapter that :
1: it was posted so late
2: the quality of it. I'm sooooo tired after 7 hours of training. So, yeah.
Here you go ;)