My Captivating Romance (with a serial killer)

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October 6th, 3:06 pm

Gerard had been in bed since we'd gotten to the new motel. I felt like we were in Virginia, at least that's what it looked like. I saw a few mountains while we drove. I'd never seen real mountains before. Gerard had laid down around nine pm, it was now three in the afternoon. He wasn't asleep, just lying there. Like a handsome possum.

"Gerard?"

Silence.

"Hello?" I stepped closer. I'd been on the small couch in the corner of the dark room. He was entirely covered in the paisley comforter that adorned the bed. I stood beside the bed and quietly spoke again. "Gerard?"

His hand popped out of the cover and reached for me. Something in me told me to take it. I gently placed my hand in his and he pulled me forward slightly, using his other hand to lift the blanket a little. I climbed under the covers with him, my heart pounding. It was dark. He snaked his arms around me and pulled me close, our faces just inches from one another. He brought a hand up to my face and used the pad of his thumb to stroke my cheek.

"I'm sorry." He whispered.

"F-for what?"

"For everything. This sounds fuckin lame but I get so lonely out here. Going from place to place, by myself. It's nice to have someone to talk to..... and spoil."

I could hear a small smile in his voice. I couldn't help myself. I was starting to feel something for Gerard. I wasn't sure what exactly it was I was feeling, but it was something that made my toes tingle.

"Will you lay with me?" He whispered.

"Like we are right now?" I asked.

"Yeah, just stay like this, with me, for a little while. It's been forever since I've cuddled someone."

I nodded and he sighed with relief. He raked his fingers through my hair and buried his face in my neck. We ended up falling asleep for a few hours. When I woke up, Gerard was no longer beside me. I drowsily lifted my head and looked around. Gerard and another man were sitting opposite each other at the tiny motel table. They both looked at me.

"Evening sunshine." Gerard smiled.

The young man was handsome, though not quite as handsome as Gerard. He had dark trussed up hair and eyes that looked tired. Dressed in head to toe black and with a lopsided half-smile playing on his lips. Gerard hopped up from his seat and plopped down at the foot of the bed.

"Sugar, this is my baby brother Mikey. I want you to hang out with him while I take care of some business." He said with a little smile. I nodded, still feeling groggy.

Gerard ran his thumb over my cheek, a thing he did often, I'd realized. He put on a black pea coat and slipped out the door, leaving me alone with his little brother. Mikey sat quietly, staring at me.

"Gee doesn't tell me much. But maybe you will." He began. "Are you guys fucking?"

"What? No! Gerard is just......well, I don't know...."

"Well, there's gotta be some reason you're here. He doesn't just keep people around him."

"He...likes me around, I guess."

"Where did you meet him?" Mikey inquired.

"He, uh, sorta... kidnapped me."

"Kidnapped you? Then why are you running around so freely?"

"Well, probably because you're here. He tied me to a bed last time he left." I blurted. Mikey raised an eyebrow.

"That's kinky."