Strangers In A Dangerous World (Frikey)

Chapter Nineteen: We've Lost It All

Mikey stood up right after the door shut and he looked really upset. He kept running his hand through his hair and looking worriedly at the front door. He was pacing back and forth and he kept looking at me as if I was already gone. I felt the tears rush into my eyes and Mikey crossed the room and sat down in front of me. He cradled my face in his hands and kissed my forehead. His hands were shaking and my life felt like it was crashing around me. What had I done? I was sobbing now and I didn't even know why. I didn't know what Gerard was going to do, but it seemed like my hours here were numbered. I was taking in short breaths and Mikey was still trying to calm me down. He lifted me up like a sleeping baby and brought me into his room. He laid me down on his bed and he lay down next to me. I could barely see out of my blurry eyes, but I could tell that Mikey was looking directly down at my face from above. He was wiping the tears away from my face with his thumbs while I did the same. Mikey was now crying, too.

"Mikey, what's going to happen with us? What is Gerard going to do to us? I don't want to leave, Mikey. Please, don't let him take me." Mikey was still shushing me and he just shook his head softly and smiled lightly.

"My brother is a private investigator. He works undercover, but he never tells me what he is working on. It's always top secret and I guess I didn't want to believe that he would be working against me." Mikey was starting to cry again.

I tried to hold back my tears, "Last night Gerard and I talked. He didn't tell me where he worked, but he told me that he wished that you weren't involved. If I would've known he was a private investigator than I could've stopped this, God Mikey, I screw everything up. Why did you save me that day when I passed out in the park? Your life was so much better off without me." I was now crying again.

"Frankie, babe, it wasn't. Remember when I told you that I was considering killing myself? I wasn't lying, babe. I also wasn't lying when I told you that I loved you. Frankie, I don't want to let you go. It's my fault for keeping this from you." Mikey stopped talking and he laid his head back on his pillow. I cuddled into Mikey's chest and I realized that my fairytale was almost over. I would have to go home and face reality. I would probably be beat tonight again and I hadn't even told Mikey everything.

"I love you, too, Mikey. I think I need to tell you the rest before I leave. I want you to know everything about me. I want you to never forget me. I want us to try and work things out. Mikey, I love you and I don't think I can live without you. I've already experienced what it's like to have you. How can I go back to the way things were?" The tears were silently streaming down my face and my voice was a mess. Mikey looked like I felt and I couldn't help but want to kiss him again and again. I wanted to actually run away and never come back, but I couldn't ask that of Mikey. I couldn't ask him to drop everything and run away with someone who wasn't an adult. He would be considered a kidnapper and he would go to jail. I sobbed into his chest while Mikey held me tightly and cried into my hair, "When I was fourteen my mother dated two guys, Nathan and Jacob. I already told you about Nathan, but Jacob was worse. He used to spank me with a belt everything I breathed the wrong way. My butt was always covered in bruises and it hurt to walk a lot of the time. While I was limping at school the kids would make fun of me and call me gay because of it. I used to come home crying while Jacob just pulled out his lighter and burned me in various places. He would cut me occasionally and he pushed me into the garage door and caused me to break my wrist when I was fifteen. He would punch me and beat me up all of the time. He stayed with us for almost a year. I was two months away from sixteen when he left." I paused in my story while Mikey kissed the top of my head. I hugged him tighter before I started with Daniel, "It wasn't until I was sixteen that my mother met Daniel."

I told Mikey about all of the beatings, the punching, the kicking, the cuts, and the whippings. I told him about him spitting on me and how he had held me up by my hair. I told Mikey about me kicking Daniel in the balls and him tripping me. I told Mikey about Daniel tripping me and making me slam my face on the nightstand. Mikey flinched as I told him that this was very recent and last week. He held me close and I could tell that he was crying again.