The three arrived home and Ray carried Mikey inside. Abrin and Frank went inside as well, it beginning to get cold. Winter was near, about a month away. Ray sat on the couch with Mikey, stroking his hair. His wrists were wrapped, and his neck had stitches.
Abrin and Frank entered the room and Abrin smiled at Mikey as she passed. She and Frank sat in his room, talking. "I didn't hurt him... this time." Frank mumbled. Abrin stayed silent.
"I know, Frankie.." she finally spoke.
★★LATER★★
Ray and Mikey slept soundly, cuddled up together. Mikey's eyes soon shot open and he smiled tiredly at Ray. He nudged into his chest, closing his eyes back. But he couldn't fall back to sleep. He carefully got out of bed, not waking Ray.
He stretched and shivered, leaning down and kissing Ray's forehead. "I love you," he mumbled against his skin. He left across the room, pulling down the ladder and climbing up. He got to the roof and he climbed on, crawling over to the edge. He looked down, studying the hard ground. "I love you Ray," he said before jumping.
The wind caught in his hair and he closed his eyes, falling. He fell on his back with a sickening crack echoing. He lay there motionless, blood running from his mouth in a tiny lake. His vision was blurring, but it didn't fade to black. He wasn't going to die.
He saw a man coming toward him and he pulled him up painfully by the arm. He led him to a black car, but Mikey couldn't fight back.
Abrin watched Mikey being stuffed into the trunk of a car and she left out the house. "Um, sir? Excuse me!" She yelled. The man looked to her and she could see him trying not to glare.
"What?" He spoke harshly.
"What exactly are you doing with him?" Abrin gestured to Mikey.
"Oh, him. He'll be in good hands, he needs serious medical attention."
"Good hands? Stuffing him into the trunk of a car is in good hands?"
The man didn't speak, he only rushed into his car and drove off. Or tried to anyways. A gunshot echoed in the air, and the car crashed into a tree, tire flat. The man got out of his car and got Mikey from the trunk, carrying him off.
Figures emerged from the dark and the man looked around. The figures held guns and the man dropped Mikey and ran. Mikey let out small whimpers, more blood running from his mouth and onto the concrete. The figures circled around him, studying him. He didn't move, he couldn't.
Abrin sighed. He just got out of the hospital and now he had to go back.
