Don't Look Down

Chapter 36

Frank pov:

In a mostly unconscious state, I felt the cold breezy air nip at me as goosebumps trailed everywhere, causing me to jolt awake from slumber. I sat up, confused and disoriented. My head throbbed and thinking strait was not an option for me momentarily. I blinked a few times and gathered my surroundings.

From how the sky looked, I'd say it was about 6:00 or 7:00pm.

I knew where I was, though I'd give anything to be anywhere else. I rolled over on the concrete floor of the roof of the school. I sat up on my knees and rubbed my forehead to ease the remaining pain.

I need to get in contact with Mikey or something, though my main concern is that I have no recollection of how I got up here.

Being here gives me an emotional aura that I do not like. My thoughts briefly refer to the nightmares I had; what seems like forever ago. I didn't dabble on it long.

I patted my pockets frantically, but my phone was not there.

Damn it. Was I robbed?

"Looking for this?" A shadowy figure said, the only thing I can see was my phone, lit up with Mikey's caller ID. They stepped into view, almost tripping over their own feet in the process. It was Brian; I'm so damn tired of him.

My eyes widen when met with his blood shot eyes; he is completely wasted.
"Okay, Brain what the fuck? Are you out of your mind?!" I hissed defensively as I shakily rose to my feet. I stepped back to attempt to escape the reek that protruded from him; It's most likely the appalling smell weed combined with alcohol.

"Hm no." He snorted and took a step toward me. "Look, I'm not here to waste time. You see, I recently remembered that your dear Gerard owes me something, he has for awhile. A thought occurred to me earlier, then I knew exactly how to get it from him."

"What exactly does Gerard owe you?" I asked uncomfortably.

He chuckles and scratches the back of his head, smiling in amusement. "Just some money. I get the vibe you don't know."

"Know what? What the fuck is going on? Why the hell would Gerard owe you money?"

"I don't have to explain anything to you. I only care about getting my money. So listen up."

"Fuck you! You expect me to just sit here and obey you? You're fucking unstable. Let me go before something bad happens." My vocal attempt to be stern was shaken by my desperation and fear.

"I'm not leaving this school without getting my shit." He outburst angrily.

"You're fucking crazy. I'm leaving-"

"Not crazy, High maybe, but not crazy." He babbled as he grabbed my sleeve and pulled me close to reveal the pistol tucked into his coat. My eyes widen, and I begin to wiggle from his grasp.

Drugs and weapons are not a good combination, especially if this combination is including me. "Why the fuck do you have a gun!" Panic swirled around my stomach, rendering me speechless and short of breath.

He began to laugh as he backed away with a smirk, gun in hand, twirling around his pointer finger.

This situation was so unreal to me. Without being within two yards of any type of drug in my life, I'm still tangled in the violence it brings. It was unsettling that Gerard was somehow involved in this.

The multiple bad scenarios playing in my mind of what could happen to me at any moment had my heart pounding erratically in my chest.

"Give me my phone." I tried again.

He just sighed before setting my phone down and kicking it off to the side. I cringed as I watched it skid across the ground about two meters away from us.

I was going to run to it. My eyes flicker over to Michael, who was basically ready for me to. It's what he wants me to do...

Before I could debate more, I ran.

I fell to my knees, skidding to a stop then picked up my phone; I sent a rushed message to Mikey about my location. I was breathing heavily, internally thanking fucking God that he didn't shoot me.

"Who'd you text, you little shit?!" He seethed. I gripped my phone tighter and crawled, furthering my distance from him and shifting toward the door. "Don't fucking move." The click of the gun being cocked halted my motions and made my blood run cold in my fingertips.

"Stop this bullshit. You're not thinking straight! You could go to jail for this, Brian." I managed to speak, lifting my hands in a surrendering motion.

He shook his head. "Not if there's no one to tell on me." He breathed and pointed the gun at me.

"No." I choked as I began to drag my body away in terror.

Behind me, I hear the door creak loudly and I quickly turn to see. It was flung open and Mikey was in view, followed by Ray. They stopped, taking in the scene presented before them.

I hear Brian curse from behind me. Ray ran to me, pulling me up with a grunt. I see Mikey stumbling as he hastily pulled his phone out of his pocket. I distinguish the act of his fingers punching in '911'.

We were about five meters from the door where Mikey stood when I felt someone grasp my hair, yanking me backwards. I felt a whine escape my throat, and I cried out when my back collided with the ground followed by my head.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my head feeling like it was going to combust. I heard rustling and arguing between the two. I open my eyes to see Ray pinning Brain to the ground. I see the gun still in Brian's right hand. I see the potential danger, so I reach for it. "Just let us go-"

Before my fingers even go near it, it goes off with a loud bang.

Barely audible over the intense ringing in my ears was the blood curling scream, I hear Mickey release from seemingly far away.