“Are you seriously sure you want to go with that plan, Gee?” Dad said and I glanced at Savanna, whose eyes flickered to me.
She smiled and I smiled back. Finally, Gerard was opening up and talking to us again but Frank wasn’t making it simple for him. No, he was being the arsehole now and he was taking his anger out on everyone.
“Seems more like a suicide mission,” Frank mumbled and Gerard’s eyes flamed with hatred and sadness.
“Seriously, either get out or give up, Frank,” he snapped. “Because I have had it with you being an arsehole to me ever since Mikey died. We were really close and that is why it hurt so much. Even if it was you who had died, I would be feeling guilty as well and I would try to get a plan together to get you back as well.”
“Listen to me, Gerard,” Frank hissed. “Just get the hell over his death. There is no way he would have survived that shot and there is no way Korse would want him. He is long gone and that is final. Plus, I wouldn’t be as stupid as him and throw myself in front of my girlfriend.”
I glanced at Gerard and saw that his face was filled with pain, his eyes sparkling with tears. Glaring at Frank, I walked over to him and punched him square in the nose. He flew backwards into a wall and swore, holding his nose and glaring at me. My stared was dead set on him and he knew he was in deep shit.
“What the hell, T.J?” he shouted.
“You can just back the hell off, ‘cause you ain’t makin’ it simple for me and Gerard to get over his death. Plus, you would rather have let Jamia die than try to save her and allow your daughters to have no mother? I thought you were better than that. So either leave or just live with it,” I shouted back and Frank growled.
Tears pricked my eyes and I ran upstairs slamming my door closed and locking it. Sliding down the door, I hugged my knees to my chest and cried. I didn’t care if the others could hear me; Frank needed to feel guilty for everything. I lifted my head and glanced at my bow and arrows from when I first became a Killjoy which was nearly a year and a half ago. Staring at one of the arrow tips, I lifted up my hoodie sleeve and observed the marks on my arm. None of the others now about my cutting but I knew what Mum and Dad would do. I can’t take this anymore and unlocked the door. I broke off the tip of an arrow and ran to the bathroom.
“T.J?” called Mum but I kept on running.
Closing the bathroom door, I sat on the floor and leant against the wall. Taking off my hoodie, I held my arm still and put the tip of the arrow to my skin, dragging it. The pain was welcomed and I watched as a bead of blood formed on my arm. Closing my eyes, I ran the arrow deeper and cringed a little. Opening my eyes, I noticed that a lot of blood was flowing from the cut and I swore. Trying to stand up, I wobbled over to the sink and leant against it, using it for support. Turning the tap, I nearly got my arm under but collapsed from the blood loss and leant against the cabinet. Just as my vision was blacking out, I saw Bandit standing in the doorway.
“Please don’t die, T.J,” she mumbled and opened her mouth, screaming.
My vision darkened and I was swept under into a dark abyss.
“T.J?”
I turned and saw Mikey sitting on a rock, facing the open ocean, a place I haven’t been to since god knows when. Smiling, I walked over to him and sat down, staring out at the ocean to. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and I placed my head on his shoulder, sighing. This was how it was meant to be, just me and him.
“You have to wake up,” he whispered and I glanced up at him.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
