in pieces

6. i'll be gone

I took a breath of fresh air as I sat my backpack down in the park. I had ran away like a weak little kitten. Because... Mike couldn't love me.

He never did.

I thought he was better... I thought he was taking his medicine. I thought he had changed. He just wanted to fucking use me. I must've been a good fuck because he was asleep beside me this morning, acting like nothing was wrong. Those hands... I couldn't tell who's they were as they wore gloves. I was blindfolded and they skillfully hid their identity. Even if it wasn't Mike, someone had to have done it. However, everything pointed to Mike. I laid and sulked in my anger.

"I see I got my fix without paying last night, Chazzy Boy."

(Mike's POV)

I started to break down. Chester really thought I raped him. He didn't trust me enough to know that it wasn't me. I had fucked up so bad and couldn't do it. My boyfriend was out there because of me. I was the problem. Maybe that's why the managers wanted me out of the band. I should've never been here in the first place. I walked to the kitchen.

Downed some alcohol.

Grabbed a knife.

(Robbie's POV)

Calling Mike or Chester failed. Knocking at their door and ringing their fucking annoying doorbell that sounds like 'It's A Small World' except it's demons singing it. I grabbed the spare key that was hidden in a small drawer that looks just like a piece of siding. I unlocked the door. The first thing I saw... blood. I followed the trail to the bathroom where Mike laid. His eyes were opened slightly. He must've noticed me come in because he raised up, revealing a gash in his neck. I grabbed a towel and held it on the cut. With the help from the towel, the bleeding slowed enough for me to grab a first aid kit and clean it. From cleaning, I put thick gauze on his neck and held it with tape. I needed an explanation.

(Chester's POV)

Stiff and exhausted, I came back home. I couldn't tell if I was bleeding. By the time I reached the house, I collapsed. My vision was fading because of the day I didn't have medicine. I could feel it. I felt a warm, slobbery lick on the cheek. I heard some barking and a door open. I heard running and chattering...

I was in Mike's lap with a feeling of something fuzzy beside me. I noticed Brad across from me along with Rob.

"He's a smart dog. His name is Bruiser. He's been trained to detect seizures and mental breakdowns. I got both his emotional support animal papers and service animal papers filled out," I heard Brad speak. "He's already detected that Chester was having a seizure. He's such a cutie too..."

"Brad, we know you love dogs," Rob laughed. I heard Mike laugh too and it felt warm against my body. The way his voice so intricately made me feel better.

"Ah, the star of the show is awake," Mike rubbed my hair. "Hello sweetheart."

"Such a flirt..." I scoffed, moving a bit to hold the ball of fur in my arms. He was the perfect little baby. A Boston terrier with the cutest face.

I yawned, deciding to go to bed. After all... I had a lot to decompress.