WARNING! This chapter contains depressing news. Possible mentions of suicide and self harm. If so I will put *WARNING!* Before the next paragraph. Read it if you KNOW you can handle it.
Frank
Once I put Lucas in bed my phone starts to vibrate in my pocket. I step out of his room and flip my phone open.
"Hello?"
"F-frank.." Pete whimpers.
"Pete? What's the matter?"
"I-i... Are you home?"
"Yeah. Pete tell me, what's the matter?"
"I-i... C-can I come over?"
"Yeah. Do you need a ride?"
"No-no.. I'm on my way.." Then he hangs up.
I bite my lip a bit, "Gee?" I call out, then I see his blob of red hair pop out of our room, "Yeah baby?" He asks, I go to our room and crack the door. "Something's wrong with Pete... He's on his way here." I say softly, his eyebrows cross in confusion, "What? Did he say what's wrong?" Gerard asks, I shake my head.
Moments later the door bell rings. I get up and go to the front door and open it, Pete was standing there with his head down. "Pete? What's the matter?" I murmur, pulling him into the house by his hand.
Pete looks up, his nose was dripping blood, his lip split and his left eye was bruising, "Jesus Christ! Pete what happened?!" I cry, rushing him to the bathroom.
"I-i... We were only playing around Frankie! Th-then they all started to beat Mikey u-up so I jumped in and distracted th-them so-so Mikey could run away!" Pete sobs as I get out the first aid kit. "Then what happened love? Where's Mikey?" I ask softly, biting my lip ring gently.
"I-i pulled a-a knife out! A-and stabbed them!" Pete cries, my eyes go wide. "M-mikey is at h-home.." He whispers.
I start to clean his lip and nose up, "I'm gonna get Gerard to call him, he's gonna come over here okay?" I murmur, "Go lay down on the couch, yeah?" I suggest, Pete sniffles and nods, scooting off of the bathroom counter.
"I'll have Gerard bring you some clothes to sleep in, okay?" I say, handing him a blanket and a pillow. "O-okay." Pete whispers, laying on the couch.
I sigh and go back upstairs, "Gerard, call Mikey. Tell him I'm on the way to get him." I say, putting my shoes on. "What happened?" Gerard asks.
"Pete and Mikey were playing around with these guys somewhere and they started to beat on Mikey, so Pete jumped in and got his ass kicked, then fucking stabbed them. He's really messed up, get him some clothes please? And sit with him until I get back." I say, hugging him. "Jesus.." He huffs.
I grab my keys and go downstairs, "Gerard's coming down here, okay?" I say, Pete just shrugs and keeps his face buried in his pillow. I frown and lean down, kissing his head gently. "It'll be okay, I promise." I whisper.
*
"Mikey? Open the door it's just me, Frankie!" I call out, Mikey whimpers from the otherside, "A-are you sure?" He squeaks, "Yes Mikey, I swear, please open up! Pete is at home scared to death about you!" I exclaim.
The door swings open, then Mikey hugs me tightly.
I sigh and pick him up, shutting and locking his door. I carry him to the car and lay him in the passengers seat. "I-is Pete okay?" Mikey croaks, I nod. "His lip was split, and his nose was bleeding. It's not to serious." I murmur, backing out of the driveway.
"Pete killed those guys... Mikes.." I say softly. Mikey whimpers louder and curls up tightly, "O-oh.." He whispers.
A/N: I'm sorry it's kind of short. I wrote this whole thing in computers class. ~Rachel
