What's The Worst That I Could Say?

Chapter 3- It wasn't you?

Mikey's POV-

I stared at the last message sent, shocked. 

Helena Philips:

Woah. Caps Lock. UNLEAAAASSSSHHHH THE RAAAAGE, squirt ;) See you around, it was nice talking to you. 

Gerard doesn't call me squirt. He calls me dickface, and Mikey, and Mikes, and shithead...but not squirt. Nobody has called me squirt ever, only Helena.

She always used to do that, smile at me, laugh and call me squirt. She was practically my big sister, seeing though she was always at the house or Gee and I were round hers.

And also, 'see you around, it was nice talking to you'? Gerard would've told me to shut the fuck up and mind my own fucking business. I mean, I thought it was weird that I was being asked when I got my glasses, seeing though Gerard went with me and mom to get my eyes fucking tested.

So, it this her? Is it Helena? Is she actually alive?

I checked my news feed absent mindedly and saw that there was a post from Helena. Before I realized what I was doing, I quickly clicked onto her profile and read what she'd posted.

It was a video from Cage The Elephant, and as I listened to their song she's posted, Aberdeen, I looked at the lyrics she'd posted with it:

I've been tryin real hard..

to realize,

but somethings take a long, long, long, long time.

I felt as if she was saying something in those lyrics, that they were almost perfect to how the situation was. How she'd been trying really hard to over come everything and herself, but it's literally taken a long time. Four years. Fuck.

And being my awkward, laidback self, I liked it. And that's when I heard Gerard stumbling over the door mat, curisng to himself, followed by the front door slamming. I sighed.

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Gerard's POV-

Fucking milk, fucking store. I fucking hated this shit hole. I angrily shoved open the door, beginning to walk inside. But then, guess what? I tripped over the door mat. I swore to myself, slamming the door shut. I knew that Mikey was upstairs, on his fucking laptop again probably looking at porn and what not. I swear, that kid can't leave his dick alone anymore. 

I stomped into the kitchen, advancing towards the refrigerator and flinging it open and shoving the milk carton inside before shutting it again. Mikey, being the annoying little shit he is had drank the last of the milk. I swear, he pours like a litre of it onto his cereal. 

The quick thud, thud, thud, thud of footsteps rushing down the stairs were loud. Speak of the fucking devil.

"Gerard!" Mikey cried. He ran into the kitchen, but then sort of froze when he saw me. He was probably frightened off by the death stare I was giving him.

"Gulp down all that milk again," I began, pointing towards the refrigerator. "And I will fucking kill you." I muttered, turning and switching on the coffee machine. It started to whur to life, and I got my coffee mug out and waited until the coffee was ready to pour. Leaning against the counter, I turned to my little brother, eyeing his confused face.

"What's wrong?" I asked him, my voice dripping slightly with concern. 

Mikey glanced up at me and shook his head. "Nothing, I'm thinking," 

I smirked and rolled my eyes. "Ah, well, don't hurt yourself." I warned, turning back to the coffee machine and pouring most of the contents into my mug. I heard him huff behind me slightly, and when I turned around I saw him sitting at the table, his head in his hands. He glared up at me, his eyes fixated on me and my expression. It was probably a WTF? face.

"So, what have you been doing most of the morning," Mikey asked slowly. "Been to the library or something?" He asked.

I frowned. "No, getting milk to replace the bottle you managed to fucking drink," I replied back, annoyed slightly. "Why?"

"Oh," He sighed. "Because-look, never mind." He turned and stood up. I stopped him.

"No, what is it," I began. "What's troubling you?" I asked.

His face filled with anger for a second, but settled to be annoyed. "You know what's troubling me," He suddenly snapped. "Logging onto her account and fucking speaking to me like you're her!?"

I froze. Her? Helena? I hadn't logged onto her account for about two months now. I gave up completely then. She was gone...

"Her?" I asked, hoping it'd be somebody else. "Mikey, what are you..."

"Fucking Helena! Asking me when I got glasses and shit, and fucking putting up that Cage The Elephant song on her fucking profile!" He yelled at me. "What sort of sick fuck are you?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I yelled back. "And Cage The Elephant?"

Mikey laughed cruelly and rolled his eyes. "Well, it must've been you, because it can't of been...anyone else."

My heart was racing a little in my chest, I couldn't deny that. Was Helena alive? Was she okay?

Shut the fuck up, dude. She hates you, she fucking left you. Remember? - My unconscious state of mind muttered at me. I shook my head to myself, of course I remember.

"Well, it wasn't me. Probably her mom or whatever. Look, I'm going to sleep. I'm fucking tired, wake me up for dinner. Bye." I grumbled, turning and stomping away towards my bedroom that was located down in the basement. 

"It wasn't you?" Mikey gasped. "Do you think..."

"Goodbye, Mikey." I snapped, slamming the door to the basement shut behind me. I didn't want to hear it, I didn't want to know.