Hello Angel, Where Are You?

The Angels Came Screaming

Veronica's POV***

From the moment I had started dating Alfred, I knew something was a bit off about him. I could not place it exactly, he just seemed... Very protective. Not in a good way.

One time we went to a restaurant and we had this really nice waiter, and Alfred had insisted that he was hitting on me. Long story short, Alfred got angry and punched the guy in the face.

I knew something like that would probably happen again, but not something like this.

Not kidnapping my ex-boyfriend's friend and beating him to a pulp.

That doesnt fly with me.

Alfred was trying to make up excuses, telling me that ' oh, he had it coming Veronica! ' or, ' but baby, he was a threat to our relationship! '

" Alfred, first of all, I'm not your ''''' baby ''''' anymore, we're over with as far as I'm concerned. And, " I pulled out my phone from my back pocket, " I'm calling the police and you're getting arrested. " I started to dial the number when Alfred took the phone from my hand.

" You can't do that. " he stuffed my phone into his back pocket.

I looked over at Frank, who had fainted from the looks of it. I sighed and walked over to him and picked him up bridal style. Surprisingly, he wasn't that heavy. 

" I'm leaving." I started to make it to the stairs where Berwald stopped me, barking furiously.

" Down boy. " pushing past the dog, I continued to walk up the stairs as Alfred watched me in complete dismay.

Yes, I was just going to walk out.

No, he could not stop me.

" Better start running Alfred, I have feeling they'll be here soon. " I yelled, walking out of the house.

Alfred yelled something back in protest, but I had started to jog down the street by then, knowing where I was going. The closest place I could go was Gerards house, and hopefully he could handle seeing me with his friend nearly dead, it seemed.

Frank mumbled something, and I glanced down at his pale face. He looked like he was in complete agony. I looked at where Alfred had kicked him earlier, seeing something poking out from his shirt and a bright crimson spot made my heart jump. I started to run now, trying to get to my destination as fast as I could.

" HELP, " I screeched, reaching Gerards front door and kicking it with my foot, since my hands were full. " Help..."

The door opened, and Mikey appeared, holding today's newspaper. It took him a second to register who I was, and who I was holding.

" Who is it Mikey?" I heard Gerard call from the other room. He showed up holding a cup of coffee, not surprisingly.

His face lost color the moment he saw Frank and me, and dropped the cup, spilling coffee all over the floor.

" Call the police. Now. " I ordered, pushing past Mikey and walking inside without an invitation. Frank was getting louder now, finally coming to and feeling the pain of a bone ripping through his skin.

" G-Gerard. Go call the detective now. " mikey told him pushing his brother out of the room and pulling his own phone out of his pocket.

I pushed everything off of the dining table and laid Frank on it. I pulled off his shirt, more like ripped it off anyway, revealing his wound and his tattoos. A bone was poking out of his side.

My stomach churned at the site.

Mikey was on the phone, and I didn't hear anything from Gerard in the other room.

I tried thinking back to the last time I had saw him, the last thing I had said to him.

Oh yeah,

I told him to go die.

Smooth Veronica, smooth.

" A-anytime now, they s-should be here..." Mikey murmered, shoving his phone in his pocket. " Where did you find him?" He whispered, looking at Frank in shock.

" My boyfriend.. ex-boyfriend.. had him. In his basement.. " I explained, or at least tried to. Sirens could be heard in the distance, slowly getting closer.

Gerard walked back into the kitchen/dining area, staring at Frank. He had tears going down his face, just staring.

He looked up at me and walked over slowly.

" L-look, I'm really sorry for everything I sa-" I started, but Gerard hugged me and cut me off.

" T-thank you. F.. for finding him..."

He walked over to Frank and grabbed his hand and squeezed it tightly. " Shhh.. t-theyre o-on their-r way-y..." Gerard cried as Frank was basically screaming now. We couldn't move him, it would just hurt him more.

Mikey rubbed his eyes and started to cry too, unable to help or console his brother.

I watched the two brothers gather around Frank, both starting to sob.

This was all my fault.

I cried too.