"Living Gays" (Micheal Afton x Reader)

•Chapter 21• [he isnt here.]

TW:
Gore, maybe more.?

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"What? Fredrick what do you mean-?! Someone else or your being dumb and it's your mom??" You laugh nervously but your other hand was shaking. The voice from the phone-?! What if it wanted Fredrick now?! But why? Why Fredrick?

"No! Shit- my mom- I- .... Y/n. I'm telling you there's someone on my fucking house and I don't know what to do?! I- I'm scared y/n"
The voice whispered yelled, and cracked. Tears welled up in your eyes.

"I don't wanna die-! Please-"

"FREDRICK CALL THE POLICE?!" You couldn't help but yell, panic surged in your body. Ice crackled and broke in your blood vessels, freezing your blood. The moon was shining anymore, patches of black cloud blocked it.

"Shut up-!" He whimpers, and you could hear him bite a sob back.
"Sorry- sorry-" you mumble, and Micheal takes your phone.

"Fredrick, dude. Call the police." Mike's voice is stern, similar to his father. You shudder, and tuck your legs in. This had to be a dream, a really good dream turned into a nightmare.

"I did-! They said they were on their way but... the phones almost dead."

You flinch and whirl your head to face the phone.
"Fred-.." you whisper, he thinks he going to die.

"I- I didn't know who else to call, my mom- I don't know what happened... I have no fucking clue what's going on and all I hear are some footsteps. I don't know if I'm going to see either of you, so, I called..." Fredrick's voice is rushed, slurred. He's crying now,
"Fredrick please-!" You plead for him to stop. The idea of your favorite, one of your inseparable beings in your life, your cousin. Dead? Such false lies. Tears fall from the bunch of it.

"Your the best sister ever,"
And with that line, along with a terrible loud sound.

The phone turned off.

You hold your own hands as the phone hung up, you snatch your phone from Mike's hands. Ignoring his calls to you. Dialing Fredrick again, but no answer.

Finally from the corner of your eye. Mike stood up and rushed the picnic basket away, he stared at you and lifted you up. Taking the blanket away as well. You stand there, almost lost. Until you hear faint police sirens, squeezing the phone. Your face was pale, your breathing was raspy.

"Y/n.. we have to go." Micheal's eyes are worried. For Fredrick? Or for the look on your face? The destroyed expression. That lurked on your face.

"He called Me-" you broke off your words — staring at Mike. His face scrunches up and he grabs your hands. Racing out, and dragging you behind. You slowly get out of your trance. We're saving Fredrick. You're saving Fredrick.
"I'm saving Fredrick."

Micheal turns to look at you, your face furious, and revengeful. He winces a bit, maybe he stepped on something? He nods and lets go of your hand. As you catch up to the brown head.

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Neighbors crowd up around Fredrick's house, and a caution tape is circled around. You spotted your mother on the floor sobbing, a female cop crouched beside her, rubbing her back. Your stomach began to lurch, sensing it, Mike stares at you and look away to your mother.

They both push through the crowd and ignoring the cops and the tape. You push through it, ducking.

"Y/n!!" You hear your mother shout, and some other cops shouting after you and Mike. The door was already open and reflecting blue and red on the door. You zoom past it and your eyes widen to see the disaster, you could hear mike, as he sucks in breath through his teeth.

Slashes on the walls, the stuffing in the couch is ripped open. Picture frames on the floor with glass shattered. Yellow cones with black, bolded numbers rest on them. And forensics are picking up small detail from the scene. You walk around looking at the destruction, Micheal remains quiet and follows you.

You stop in your tracks to stare a a body that's been covered by a white tarp. The body is long, so it's an adult. You walk over slowly, crouching beside the body.

"Y/n...!" Micheal walks faster to me. But it's too late, I uncover the face and shriek. Covering my mouth and stumbling back.

Her face has a long knife slash across her face. Her eyes is punctured with a line deep in it. Her nose is broken and bleeding. Her head is drowning in blood, her hair is knotted in it.

Micheal freezes and his bottom lip trembles. He backs up until he hits the wall next to you.
"Oh fuck.. oh fuck." He repeats it over and over under his breath.

Cops stare at us and mummer, your mother runs through the door and over to you. She stares at what you were staring and covers her mouth. Her knees are shaking..
"...sister.?" She mutters and her hands shake. "No....no.! NO.!!" She whirls her head to stare at you but then she gags and instead runs outside to vomit.

You sit there and then Fredrick pops in your mind. You stand up and races to the room where Fredrick had been in.

"Hello?" The room was dark and not trashed, but duller than remembered. You open the closet and nothing.
"Fredrick isn't here..."
You mumbled and open every door, scaring some cops and forensics.

You find Micheal talking to a cop who gave a concerned expression. He must've been telling them about something of the crime. But what?
"Micheal-!" You jog to catch up to him.
"...yeah?" Micheal probably thought you found Fredrick's body. By the look of your distraught face.

"Fred isn't here.!!" You whine and stare into his eyes. They slowly grew bigger and he bit his lip.

"Who?" The female cop questioned.
"My cousin, Fredrick, he isn't here!! He supposed to be here-!" Micheal and the cop exchanged glances. The female moved away and to talk to her Walkie talkie.

"Come here.." Mike mutters, and drags you away to an isolated place.
"What-?!" Your blood is running and your heart will not stop pounding.

"I think I know where Fredrick is."

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