Just a Shadow in the Night (Mikey Way / OC)

Chapter 26

  *The next day*

Resting my head in the crook of his neck, I draped my arms around his shoulders and closed my eyes. He held the phone in his hand as everyone else exchanged glances.
He took a deep breath and sighed.

"I don't know if I can do it..."

"Mikey... don't you want this all to be over?" I asked, playing with loose strands of his hair.

"Of course, but it just seems so dangerous."

"Well, it's the only plan we have to get rid of him, hopefully for a while." Frank mumbled, nervously picking at his fingernails. A silence fell around the room, and I shut my eyes again.

My eyes slowly opened when I felt his arm moving and the sounds of dialing buttons. My heartbeat sped up enough to leap out of my chest, but I tried to look calm. I needed to, for Mikey.

You see, my plan was to finally face Pete and to talk things out. Sure, it's risky, but the guys have got cell phones and can call the police whenever they feel that someone is truly in danger. This made Mikey a little less stressed, but I could tell by the way he was pacing around the room with the phone slightly shaking in his hands, that he was scared. I mean, we all were but who could blame Mikey for looking a few shades paler than usual.

"H-hey Pete" he stuttered. I cringed a bit, but I sat on the edge of the bed for him to say something else.

"Oh I'm good..." he took a shaky breath "I was wondering if you wanted to meet up... y'know... talk things out."

There was a pause, but with the amount of concentration on Mikey's face, I could tell Pete was talking. I looked around the room, and everyone was either nervously picking at their hands or looking at Mikey.

"The baseball field parking lot, tonight at 6?" He suggested, breaking the silence.
One more brief pause, before he spoke again.

"See you then." He tried to sound joyful, but failed, and with a click of a button, the call had ended. Mikey placed the phone on the bed before locking himself in the bathroom. I thought he might've been sick, but I swore I could hear crying accompanied by shallow breathing. I wanted to hug him, and to tell him that everything was going to be okay. I knew he needed to be alone, and I didn't know for sure that everything was going to be okay, but I hated seeing him like this.

Exchanging glances at the others, a mixture of worry and exhaustion were etched into their faces. I'm sure I looked the same, but I can't be bothered to care how I looked. We had 7 hours before we came face to face with the man who ruined our lives.