Mikey moved his hand up my leg and to the top of my thigh.
"What about Ray"? I said whispering.
He ignored me and pinned me to the couch. "God you're so pretty".
We continued to have rough, almost violent sex. Right there on the couch. It was like brake up sex only worse. The regretful kind that no one really wanted. Hell, either of us could barely walk the next day. No one said a word. We couldn't even look each other in the eye. We knew what we had done. I betrayed Gerard. Mikey betrayed his brother. He was dead anyways. It doesn't even matter to him. It's hard to catch someone cheating with only half a skull.
--2 weeks later--
Me and Mikey's hook up didn't end that first time. Maybe about 3 times since then we have replaced our feelings with the rush of adrenaline you get from someone you aren't supposed to be with cuming inside of you. Ray hasn't caught on even though he spends most of the time with Mikey and is usually a few rooms away from us when we are doing things that are unspoken of. Even though Ray hasn't found out, we still kind of feel watched.
Nobody found Gerard's body. We're assuming the killer came back to hide him since he isn't really human. Even though the body wasn't found they still buried a coffin in his name. It wasn't on top of the hill where I first saw the fucker in mist form running at me like a lunatic. No, it was much farther away.
