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I wake up to my phone ringing and reach over a soundly sleeping Frank to pick it up off the bedside table and answer it.

“Mr Mikey Way?” The voice the other end of the line asked in a scarily official tone and my stomach dropped.

“Yes?” I asked, a lump rising in my dry throat.

“This is the Police, I’m afraid we’ve found a body, could you come down to the station please?” The voice asked and I gulped, looking at the clock which screeched four AM at me in harsh red letters.

“It’s like four in the morning.” I whispered, trying not to wake Frank up.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience but this matter is very important.” The voice said and I shuddered nervously.

“Okay, give me half an hour.” I said and climbed over Frank to get out of my small twin bed that was pressed up against the wall in the corner of my child hood bedroom as the line went dead.

“Mikey?” Frank asked and I turned round to face him, crouching down and placing my hand on his warm cheek.

“Hey, I’ve got to go down to the Police station.” I whispered and he frowned.

“It’s four in the morning.” He pointed out sleepily.

“They’ve found a body.” I told him, my voice barely audible though it was obvious that he heard as realisation swept across his features in the moonlight lit room.

“I’ll go with you.” He said, getting out of bed slowly as to not harm his stomach which was still in a delicate state.

“No, it’s okay and you’re still ill anyway.” I said, placing my hand on his collar bone.

“ I don’t care Mikes, I need to be with you for this.” He said and I nodded, defeated as we got dressed.

“Let me just write a note for Gee, baby.” I said as we walked into the kitchen, trying to be as quiet as possible. I grabbed the note pad and pen off the side and scribbled down my note.

Me and Frank have gone to the Police station because they found a body, I don’t know how long we’ll be, if we’re not back when you wake up, please come down.
Love, Mikey
Xxx

I scribbled and turned round to see Frank smiling at me.

“What?” I asked, picking up my keys and lacing my fingers with his.

“I love your handwriting and the fact that you’re so nice to your brother.” He whispered, smiling at me as we walked towards the front door trying not to wake the rest of the house up.
Locked, damn. I pulled my key out of my pocket and unlocked the creaky and slightly rusted wooden front door and opened it cautiously, creeping outside on my tiptoes like a cartoon criminal and shutting the door as quietly as possible behind me and Frankie.

The drive to the Police station was silent, the radio in Gerard’s car wasn’t working and we had nothing to say, I kept my eyes on the road, trying not to think of what was waiting for us at the police station. Frank kept his hand in mine for the journey, only half an hour though I drove slowly on the open early morning roads, trying to put off the inevitable and attempting to not let my mind wander to thoughts I did not want to think.

“Okay.” I breathed nervously as I pulled up on the near deserted Police station car park. Frank squeezed my hand and smiled reassuringly at me as I breathed heavily, my anxiety rocketing as I feared what news would be told to me as soon as I took a step through the door.

“Breathe Mikey, it’s going to be okay, I’m here.” Frank soothed, rubbing his thumb over my hand as I regained control of my breathing.

“Thanks Frankie, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” We smiled at each other for a few minutes before getting out of the car and taking unsure, nervous steps towards the Police station.

“Hi, um, I’m Mikey Way.” I told the police woman at the reception, her face turned a scary solemn when I told her my name and she smiled sympathetically.

“Of course, come this way… who’s your friend?” She asked and I bit my lip, looking at Frank.

“I was a close personal friend of Alicia and I’m best mates with Mikey.” Frank said, still holding my hand comfortingly as the woman nodded and led us down the blue and much too clean corridors, posters of drug abuse and stealing and other crimes like drink driving pinned on the walls. The room we came too was a friendly and welcoming orange colour with two soft sofas and a coffee table in between.

“Ah, Mr. Way.” A man in a suit said, near to apologetically as me and Frankie sat down on the sofa opposite him.

“Call me Mikey.” I said and the man gave a sharp nod as we sat down, me still gripping onto Frank for dear life as the man eyed us suspiciously…if this gets out to the media we’re dead.

“He’s my cousin. I’m Frank.” Frankie said and the man smiled at us, looking at our ‘family bond’ almost admiringly.

“Well, I’m sorry to tell you that we have found a body in the local lake.” The officer said and I nodded, “ Actually, two bodies, but only one we recognise that has a connection to you. The other is a woman who seems to be four months pregnant. They died at different times, the woman just tonight and the man a few weeks back.” The man said and I nodded curiously. The woman sounds like Alicia, but who is the guy? If he’s the one they say they’ve found a connection to me with, who the hell is it?

“Who is it?” I asked and the man’s face turned from gentle sympathy to near cruel false sorrow. You don’t care, you just get paid to care, so don’t even try.

“I’m afraid the man has been identified as your father.” I choked, my father was dead. I never liked the man, but dead? Hell, I never even knew him, he left my Mom before I was born.

“How have you recognised him as connected to me?” I asked.

“We ran a DNA test and yours showed up on the records.” He said and I frowned…my DNA has never been taken.

“Um, my DNA has never been taken, I think you have the wrong person.” I said, hope flickering like a near burnt out candle through the thick fog of misery crushing my chest.

“No, but your brother’s has.” He said and I felt my heart sink once more.

“Why did you call me and not him?” I asked and the man sighed.

“Your phone number was found on the woman’s phone and ‘sorry Mikey’ was calved into her arm, we believe it was suicide. That is why we phoned you.” The man said and I choked back the tears that were burning the back of my eyes.

“We just need you to identify the bodies.” The man said and I gave a weak nod, standing up in a near trance and letting him lead us down corridors that seemed to grow colder as we walked. A door labelled ‘morgue’ was pushed open by the man as I walked into the freezing room and saw the two bodies.

I went to the man first, getting out my wallet and looking at the picture I had of him and my mom, his side folded over so I didn’t have to look at it. The man had my sandy blonde hair and slightly tanned skin, with Gerard’s pouting lips and strongly defiant jaw bones. He was most definitely my father. Even though his skin was faded an blue and... not all of it there, I could tell.

“Well?” The man asked and I nodded.

“Yeah, that’s my Dad.” I confirmed and the man scribbled something on his clipboard as I nearly spat the name, it feeling alien and wrong on my tongue.

I moved over to the woman, her features still beautiful and her hair matted with water and spread around her, framing her pale face and blue lips. She looked in better condition than my father, who’s face had begun to rot away and skin come off in chunks due to the harsh waters of the lake making him near to unrecognisable other than the tell-tale features which me and my brother shared. She looked so beautiful lying there, finally at peace with a small smile of contentment playing on her water logged features. I still couldn’t bring myself to think her name. I couldn’t believe she was gone. I let my eyes drift down the white sheet that had been placed over her, and noticed a small baby bump on her usually flat stomach.

“Can you identify this woman?” The man asked and I nodded, the tears splashing down my face as I said her name.

“Alicia Simmons.” I said and he nodded.

“I think that will be all, you may go home now. If we find anything else we will inform you.” The man said, his voice monotone as my body shivered, my blood turning cold as he pulled the sheet over her head, her body covered completely by the thin layer of linen.

“Come on, Mikey, let’s go home.” Frank whispered and I nodded, the lump in my throat making it too difficult to speak. How was I meant to tell Mum and Gerard that Dad had died?




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