disconnected | gerard way

Chapter Sixty-Three: You Should Really Pay Attention To Your Feelings

    "Lets start this again for real."
            - Always, Blink-182

                              ...

"So Mrs-" Andy started while sitting at his desk but I cut him off.

"You can call me Violet y'know." I pointed out and leaned against the office door.

"Right...Violet you're here for Mikey correct?" He asked.

"Correct." I confirmed while I played with the hem of my sweater.

"Before so, I need you to answer some questions." He stated and glared into my eyes.

"Okay..." I replied as I bit my lip.

"How did you figure out Mikey was here?"

I shrugged making him scowl at me.

"Okay fine I'll move on. Why didn't your precious little 'family' come with you?"

I cringed at the word 'family' but continued.

"I-uh...I really don't know actually." I lied and sat down in the seat across from him.

"You know baby you're bad at lying." Andy chuckled darkly and softly grabbed my chin, pulling me closer.

"Oh shut up." I hissed and pulled my chin away.

He scowled once again and stood up, approaching the doorframe.

"Follow me." He demanded and walked out of the room.

I reluctantly followed as he led me to what I believe is a basement. Andy practically pushed me downstairs where I saw Mikey. He was strapped to a chair and behind a glass wall, with a metal door connecting. I tried to run over to the huge metal door but Andy grabbed my wrist.

"No-no since you didn't answer me you get to sit here." He smirked and pointed to the chair underneath the shining light.

"No." I replied and back into the wall.

"Excuse me?" He asked and put his arms on the wall around me.

"Leave her alone you fucker!" Mikey screamed but sounded muffled due to the glass.

"No can do Michael, now Violet don't let me repeat myself." Andy smiled darkly.

I rolled my eyes and made my way to the chair.

"You're actually going to obey?" He asked with a smug smirk.

"I'd rather not be someone's snack." I hissed and plopped down into the chair.

"Biersack if yo-" Mikey started but Andy cut him off by putting his hand in the air.

"Michael shut the fuck up."

"Andy I just want Mikey and to leave." I stated in a calm tone.

"You can leave, just not with Mikey." He replied and walked around me.

"I guess I'll be staying then."

"Violet leave I'll be fine!" I heard Mikey shout.

"Nope!" I shouted back.

Andy chuckled darkly and shook his head.

"Violet, Violet. You aren't very smart are you?"

"Excuse me?" I asked while clenching my teeth.

"You have a chance to run, hell even tell the police but you're choosing to stay here and watch Mikey and you slowly get weaker and weaker. Pathetic really."

"You wouldn't kill me and you know it."

"Really baby because I have tried many, many times." He whispered and ran his cold pale hand over my heated arms.

I decided not to respond but this caused Andy to grab my jaw

"Let's have story time shall we?" He asked and intertwined his hands together.

I hummed in response as I felt my heart beat faster.

"Remember a shadow figure that followed you?" He asked.

I pondered for a second then shook my head.

"Wore all black, called you sweetie, and scented of cigarettes and whiskey."

Then a picture of it popped into my mind. I shook my head as a hot tear ran down my now cold cheek.

"Andy s-!" Mikey started but Andy slammed his fist onto the glass.

"Shut the hell up!" He snapped and looked back at me "Remember?"

I nodded my head as a few more tears rolled my cheeks.

"You know he's looking for you right?"

"W-what!?"

"Mhm and he didn't appreciate your letter to him."

"Letter?"

Andy then reached into his black jeans and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. He unfolded it and I grabbed it from him...

Dear Andy, Bob, Bonnie, It, and Zach

Fuck you. Fuck you all. Because of you guys I ended up like this. Don't ever think I'll forget you because god knows I won't. Now thank you all so much for the hurt you caused, fuck you.

,Violet, Baby, Sweetie, Babygirl

"How did you get this!?" I asked in a rather loud tone.

"It's called sneaking into your house baby." He chuckled darkly.

"How did you sneak into my house?" I asked, my voice sounding really tiny.

"They didn't tell you? Your little army would go to bars almost every night."

"W-what?"

"And you're precious fiancé has had many women in that little room of yours. If you get what I mean." He winked and sported a smirk.

"He did not!" Mikey screamed.

"Shut up!" Andy shouted back "Now time to get answers."

He walked over to a little table with variety of knifes, gloves, and cigarettes laid.

"Okay Violet who told you Mikey was here." Andy asked while grabbing a shiny silver pocket knife.

"No one."

"Liar!" He shouted and glided the sharp knife across my upper chest.

I screamed in pain and prepared myself for more torture.