Obsession

6. He's Got A Screw Loose

I watch in a mix of shock and horror as Frank collapses to the floor, clutching his stomache. My breathing quickens and I shove myself farther back into the corner, slapping my hand over my mouth. I peek around the jacket in front of me and see Gerard looking into the closet, straight towards me with wide crazy eyes. "Hiya Sugar!" He says excitedly and I shrink back into the corner. "Aw, don't be scared of me precious... I'm not gonna hurt you..." he steps toward me, I push myself as far back in the corner as I can in an attempt to escape him.

He grabs my hand and pulls me to him, "we can do this the easy way or the hard way doll..." he says gently, as I struggle in his arms, trying to get to Frank. My vision starts to blink in and out as I try to calm my breathing, realizing I may die if I don't, but would it really be so bad if I died? The thoughts leave my brain as I hear the door slam shut, through my foggy vision I see a familiar figure in front of the door. Andy?

He's yelling something that I can't quite understand in my panicked state, Gerard yells back and let's go of me. I take this opportunity to clumsily make it over to Frank. "Frank..." I say his name quietly as I make it over to him, he doesn't respond, "Frankie?" I ask, using a nickname this time, i rest my hand on his, only to recoil on contact. Cold.

He's cold. No no no... Frankie no...
I reach up to his neck, feeling for a pulse, nothing. I move down to his wrist, still nothing. I feel tears start to fill my eyes as I lean forward, resting my head on his chest, hoping for the faintest heartbeat.

Nothing... he's gone... he's really gone. I let the waterfall of tears rush down my face and back away from the corpse of my bestfriend, leaning against the wall. "Y/N?" I hear Andy's voice from across the room, followed by Gerard "don't you fucking-" he turns to me "Y/N? Are you crying precious?" He asks gently, stepping over to me, I flinch away as he tries to pull me into a hug. He looks around, a hint of confusion in his eyes, before his eyes land on Frank. "I... I killed him..." he whispers "yeah, no shit sherlock." I snap through the tears cascading down my cheeks.

He looks down, "look, Y/N I'm sorry, I don't even remember doing it..." "how am I supposed to believe that?" I ask defensively, "I'm... not exactly all here..." he says, I knit my eyebrows in confusion, but it clicks a few moments later. "So, you're saying you're crazy?" I ask and he looks away "I'd prefer the term 'mentally ill', but yeah I guess so..." he trails off. I scoff "do you seriously expect me to-"

I'm cut off as Gerards head snaps to the side at the sound of Andy's voice. "Okay, please hurry, this dudes crazy, he killed my friends roommate and I think he was trying to kidnap her when I showed up." Gerard growls standing quickly, getting up and snatching the phone from Andy's hands, dropping it to the floor before stamping on it a few times, until he's sure it won't work again. "Oops-" he says, into Andy's face, as if it was an accident.

A few minutes later as Gerard is lecturing Andy on his mistakes of showing back up when a clear threat was made, a loud knock comes at the door. "Police open up!" Is shouted by someone on the other side, Gerard smirks as if he knows who's on the other side. He walks over, opening the door with a smile "Hey bro!" He moves to the side, allowing a tall blonde man with hazel eyes that match his own, to enter. "Gerard! What the fuck!" He yells, gesturing toward Frank laying in the floor, before looking to Andy who's tied to a chair, and then to me, curled into myself leaning against the wall.

"Is that her..?" He asks quietly, stepping toward me, "hey there, I'm Mikey, Gerards brother." He smiles gently, crouching down to my level, "she sure is a pretty one Gee," he says, brushing a strand of my hair to the side so he has a clear view of my face. My breathing slows a bit, Mikey gives off a more chill, calm vibe than his brother and I feel safer with him. Maybe it's just cause he's a cop and not a psycho who threatened the life of my friend and killed my roomate...

He smiles "you gotta be gentle with her and not so fuckin' psychotic... I can tell just by the scene I walked into here, that she's prone to panic attacks and you freaked her out..." he stands up and holds his hand out to me, I hesitate, looking up from his hand to his eyes and back down, before carefully grabbing it and letting him pull me up. He wipes the tears off my face "I'm sorry about my brother... he's got a screw loose," he chuckles and I smile a little "hey, there ya go!" He cheers, at the small smile I let cross my face.

~Sometime later~

"C'mon Mikey, dont take her!" Gerard whines as Mikey helps me pack a bag, "Gerard, she doesn't need to be around this situation. Clean up your mess, and maybe you can visit later-" he cuts himself off turning to me "do you have everything you need?" I nod and he resumes his conversation with his brother "and do something about him." He rolls his eyes, pointing toward Andy, whose still tied to a chair. On our way out the door, I stop, I step over to Gerard and gently take his jacket sleeve in my hand. "Please don't hurt him?" I ask quietly and he smiles "alright sugar..." he responds gently, pressing his lips to my forehead, which takes all my strength not to flinch away from. With that I follow Mikey out and to his car, getting in and pulling away from the familiar apartment building.

Well shit...

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