MCR, the Lost Singer (Discontinued)

Chapter 3: I'm not afraid to keep on living

This chapter has abuse/self-harm mentions

Mikey's POV

When I heard Ashley say to get the car, my mind went blank. All of us just sat/stood there in silence. "Thank you for everything you guys. Thank you for fixing me up and buying me things, but I have to go back now. If you don't ever see me again, well, just remember how much you made a guy smile. I haven't had that much fun in a long time. Thank you." Ashley said, getting up and gathering her clothes. He changed quickly and gave Brendon back the clothes he lent her. He made for the door when I stopped him. "Do you have a phone?" I asked him. He nodded. He took out his phone. I typed in our numbers and gave him back his phone. "Thank you." He said to me and walked out the door. I stared at the door for what felt like hours. I heard someone call my name. 

I turned around to see Frank crying into Gerard's chest. Ray sat with his head in his hands, and Brendon had his hand on my shoulder. "We have to get him back!" I said. "Mikey-" Ray started, but I cut him off. "No Ray. We have to get him back! He brought us together more than I thought was possible! No way are we going to let that kid walk away from us! Don't you guys see! He is being abused at home! We haven't known him long, but I love him. And I know you guys love him! Now, just do yourselves a favor and let's go get him back!" I said. Frank stood up. He wiped his tears and rubbed his eyes. "Let's do this. I have a feeling I met him before." I know it sounds really cheesy, but I put out my hand. Frank put his on top of mine. Then Gerard, then Ray, and finally Brendon. We broke apart and ran to our cars.

Ashley's POV

Once I said goodbye to the guys and walked out the door, I ran to a nearby alleyway. I broke down in sobs right there, next to a smelly dumpster, on the backside of some off brand Chinese restaurant. I was mad at myself. They had been so nice to me and I had just up and left. When I finally calmed myself down, I took out my phone and scrolled down my notifications to see a bunch of missed calls from him. I listened to a voicemail message from him. "YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE BEFORE SATURDAY! I HAVE THE DOWN PAYMENT FOR HIM, BUT HE WON'T TAKE IT ANY LATER THAN SUNSET! GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL-" I shut my phone off and got up. I was fifteen after all. Some people thought I was an adult. The cops shouldn't notice me, right? Just to be safe, I took the back roads. 

I ran down through the hood and into the projects. I ran straight to the sheltered houseing area I once called home. It was a one-story house with a basement. I ran down the driveway and creaked open the back door. I didn't see my foster dad or his car anywhere. Maybe he was out? I could just grab the money, leave a note, and get the hell out of there as fast as I could. I know it sounds really stupid, but I stuffed my phone in my pants so my 'dad' wouldn't find it, just in case he was there. I crept into the house through the back door. I tiptoed through the house to my 'dad's room. I knew where he kept the money, so I went over to his sock drawer and opened it. I saw at least 2k in there behind some black socks. I grabbed the cash and turned to leave. I was hit in the face by something hard. I stumbled backward, rubbing my jaw. 

I looked up to see my 'dad' standing there, holding a cast iron frying pan. "Good, you got my messages." He said. "I always do," I muttered. "WHAT WAS THAT?!" He spat in my face. After wiping the spit off of my face, I stood as tall as I could. "I said, that I always do!" I said. On the outside I was calm, but on the inside, I was screaming at myself. Rule #1 with living with the bastard: Never mouth off to him in any way. He threw the frying pan aside and walked over to me. He punched me in the gut the grabbed my throat and lifted me bodily into the air before I passed out. I remember him throwing me onto his back, and then I blacked out.

Ray's POV

We've been looking for Ashley for almost a week. We put up missing posters, asked around town, and even went door to door asking people. No one said they had seen him. Brendon and I were being the calm ones....... we weren't doing a very good job of it. Frank literally lost it. He's been sleeping about four hours every two days. He's been living off of coffee, power bars, and apples. Gee has been acting really weird. He keeps saying things like, "Oh, that's the Gerard Way Sass Disease taking it's toll on you," or, "Aww! I ship it like FedEx." I have no clue what he means by that. He's been staying up late drawing and writing lyrics. I have a feeling he's making a new album... but I don't know. Mikey has been really anxious lately. He keeps checking his phone like he's expecting some news.