~~~~One Week Later~~~~
Once the cancer stick was lit, Gerard didn't hesitate to inhale. The chemicals filled his lungs and he held them in. When he let them out he coughed, the deadly chemicals being almost too much for his lungs to take. A car pulled into the driveway and Gerard knew what was coming.
Out stepped Ray then he went around the car to the back seat. Ray carried Mikey inside the house, him being fast asleep in Ray's arms. Ray layed him onto the couch gently, letting him sleep.
He left to Frank's room, because somebody had to watch out for Mikey while he slept, and Gerard was too interested in filling his lungs with killer chemicals to watch out for his younger brother.
Ray knocked on Frank's bedroom door, hoping he'd answer. He did, Abrin to his side. "What?" He asked, surprisingly not rudely.
"Do you mind watching out for Mikey while I go get his meds?" Ray asked, knowing Frank would have attitude about it.
"Sure," Abrin answered before Frank could.
"Good. Just make sure he doesn't wake," and with that Ray was gone out the front door. Abrin led Frank out of his room and to the living room where Mikey slept. Abrin smiled at how adorable he was when he slept, but Frank just stood there, straight face and glaring slightly at Mikey.
Abrin went over to him and sat, gesturing for Frank to sit beside her. Frank smirked a little to himself, having the slight desire to sit on Mikey. He didn't though, sitting on the other side of Abrin. They both looked to Mikey, watching him sleep. "He's so adorable," Abrin smiled.
Frank didn't think so though. All he saw towards Mikey was hate and revenge. He felt himself calming when Abrin grabbed his hand. He intertwined their fingers and Abrin smiled, Frank smiling back.
Mikey began to whimper and stirr, and Abrin and Frank paused. The door opened and Gerard entered, passing Mikey without a word and going to his room. Abrin looked from him to Mikey, seeing tears in his open eyes. "Hey, shhh," Abrin cooed to him.
Mikey curled up and began to sob and tremble. "Mikes, what's wrong?" Abrin asked concerned.
"W-why does G-Gee h-hate me?" Mikey asked between sobs. He knew Abrin and Frank hated him, but not Gerard.
"He doesn't hate you, Mikes. He's just... just busy..."
Mikey sniffled and wiped his eyes. "W-with what?" Abrin only shrugged, not knowing what to say. Mikey pulled his knees to his chest and hurried his face into his knees.
Why was he still here? How did he get out of the bathroom? He knew they still hated him, they had to. Heck, he hated himself. All he wanted was to make them happy...
