Hello Angel, Where Are You?

Hear Me Out

bit of a filler chapter, hope everyone is enjoying it so far. or not.

-J xoxo

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Detective Galligars POV **

I angerly stormed into my office, slamming the door behind me so everyone down the hall would hear it. The chief said I hadn't had enough evidence to search this guys house. A broken nose, a dented trunk door, and the only one in the store of the time of the disapperance, what more could he want?

Oh yeah, a motive, which I've already explained to him three times. The guy was probably against gay rights, and saw Frank kiss Gerard, or they were holding hands or something, and he lost it. Chief said people weren't like that nowadays, but I believe he is sadly mistaken.

I sat down in my chair and rubbed my eyes. Now I had to tell Gerard and Mikey. I picked up my phone and dialed Gerards number, and held it to my ear. The call was answered in less then 3.5 seconds.

" Hey Detective, did you find anything?" Gerard asked, his voice full of desperation.

" Yes, but there is bad news and good news. Good news is I'm pretty sure i found the guy that probably took frank. "

I could hear my client sigh happily over the phone, and was about to speak as I interrupted him.

" But listen. Bad news is I can't search his house. There isn't enough evidence yet, and we have to wait. "

" Wait?" Gerard whispered.

" Yes, just a day or two. Can you do that for me? "

The other line went silent, and I sighed.

" Gerard?" I sighed as the call ended. I set my phone down and rubbed my eyes.

I hope this kid could hang on.

Gerards POV**

I ended the call, and let my phone clatter to the floor. I sat down on the carpted floor of my hallway.

Two days. I couldn't wait that long. That's too long. He could be hurt.. or... Or dead...

I hugged my knees, looking at the ground. It felt so empty without him here. I stared at the walls, looking where his hands prints were from the painting we had done. I reached over and set my hand on top of the hand print, noticing my hand was a little bigger then the bright green print.

I was sobbing now, thank God mikey wasnt home. He went to get a few things from his house. I needed to cry, I had to keep it in so I didn't cry in front of Mikey. He hated to see his older brother cry, and I didn't want him to watch me cry.

But I felt like I kind of deserved to be able to cry, in a way.

I sobbed.

I yelled.

I screamed until I could taste blood in the back of my throat.

It felt... good.

The empty house echoed around me, making it seem louder and lonelier than I thought it orginally was.

I took a deep breath and tired to calmed down. Rubbing my eyes, I started to slowly realize how tired I felt.

I got up slowly and shuffled to my room and curled up in the blankets and pillows. The sheets had never felt so welcoming before, but the bed felt so big without him. I sighed as more tears fell down my face.

My throat felt raw from screaming and yelling, and I wondered if the neighbors had heard.

I could hear Mikey start to open the front door now.

Great..

" Gerardddd! " He called, expecting an answer from me. I really wanted to yell back, but I couldnt. I couldn't speak, I felt like I would just scream or cry. I just kept my mouth shut and put my head under my pillows.

Mikey started to walk down the hallway, only pausing to pick up my phone. I heard him sigh slightly as he reached my bedroom door, gazing at me slumped under the covers.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, watching me still. " Gerard, are you awake?" He asked quietly. I coughed and sat up, pushing the blankets off.

He scooted closer and looked into my red eyes. He didn't seem surprised.

In fact, he looked relieved.

" I can leave if you want. " mikey paused, " if you need to cry more. I understand if you want me to.. " he looked at the floor, and then back at me. He looked as if he needed to cry too.

" w-we have to wait.. for Galligar to get a s-search warrant. A-around two days.. " I murmered, sniffling. Mikey nodded and took one of my hands. I looked at him as tears started to form in the corner of his eyes.

" He can make it. He's Frank. You know he won't go down without a fight. " mikey squeezed my hand slightly. " And you know he wouldnt want you worried about him, no matter the situation. "

" yeah.. he wouldn't. " I sighed and took my hand back, starting to get up. Mikey watched me walk over to the shelf and started to get my sketch pad and pencils. He got up and walked out to hopefully go make some coffee, I was just too tired to ask.

I walked down the hall way and tried not to look at the walls, and ducked under the red party streamers that were still hanging. I slumped onto the couch and flipped open the sketch book and started to draw aimlessly, as I heard Mikey start to turn on the coffee machine in the other room.

Mikey, man, he knew how to help when someone needed it.

A few minutes later he setteled down next to me with my mug of coffee and his also, handing it to me as I set down my pencil. I  thanked him quietly as he nodded and turned on the tv.

" Thank you Mikey, really. "

" Anything so you won't get like you did, bro. " he smiled a little at me. I grinned back.

" I love you Mikey Wikey."

" I love you too Gee Bear. "

We smirked at each other and I smacked his arm lightly.

I took a swig of my coffee and set it on the coffee table, then laid my head back against the couch and started to watch the show my brother had turned on.

I started to drift into sleep slowly, trying to fend off the cat nap by jumping everytime my eyes closed unconsciously. Mikey chuckled and stood up, and wandered into the other room to get me a blanket. He came back soon enough and took my sketch pad away from me, while I mumbled a protest, and then laid the blanket over me.

" Try and get some rest, Gee. You need it. " he seated himself beside me again and tapped my head.

I couldn't sleep though. Not that I had troubles falling asleep, I just didn't want to, out of fear of having a nightmare. 

However, I feel into a deep sleep that lasted for about 8+ hours.

And yes, there were nightmares.