My Captivating Romance (with a serial killer)

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February 12th, 2:15 pm

"I wanna go with you."

"No."

"Please."

"No."

"I'll suck your dick."

".....no."

I groaned loudly and fell backward onto Mikey's bed. We had spent the last three weeks in sunny Fort Lauderdale, soaking up the sun, swimming in the ocean, making love on the beach. Ugh. Now we were back in the cold arctic tundra of Virginia, visiting Mikey at college.

"You'd rather fellate my brother than hang out with me. I'm not that bad." Mikey laughed softly.

"Kinda. But I do love hanging out with you."

"You better." He said, tossing a pillow at me.

Mikey and I had gotten close the last few months. I couldn't exactly call my friends back in Jersey, so I would text Mikey while Gerard was out doing business. Gerard crawled over me and pressed his lips to mine softly.

"I'll be back soon my sweet." He whispered, kissing me again. Mikey groaned.

"Go fuck on someone else's bed."

We broke our kiss and Gerard left. He was always leaving, it seemed. Mikey linked his phone up to the small smart tv mounted on his wall. We watching music videos, commentating like Beavis and Butthead. We even built a fort using pillows and blankets. We were adamant that we would refuse Gerard entry to our blanket kingdom when he returned. A "no nerds allowed" sign tacked to the entrance. It'd been hours since I'd seen Gerard and I was starting to worry. He left around noon, now it was closing in on 8 pm and still, no word.

"Where do you think Gee is?" I asked casually. Gerard loved me and trusted me but he rarely told me where he was going.

"Uptown. Don't worry, I'm sure he's fine."

"Should we check on him? I mean, you do know where he is and all..."

"If you're that worried, I can drive us there." He said with a sigh.

"Yes, please." I said softly.

We drove just to the edge of town. To a slimy looking dive bar that had certainly seen better days. Mikey waited in the car as I slipped into the bar, going unnoticed by most of the patrons. I looked around carefully, my eyes trying desperately to adjust to the dusky lighting. I spotted Gerard after a moment of searching.

A thin woman wearing too much makeup and sporting artificially colored red hair was draped over him. They were stood near the bar, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands gripping her hips. She was talking, saying something that made him smile. I felt something in my stomach. Something hot.

Rage

I clamped my teeth into my lower lip before stomping over to them, shoving past anyone in my way. I was just a few feet away when she started to lean in, and he looked like he had no plans to stop her. Just as their lips were centimeters apart, I grabbed a fist full of her hair and yanked as though my life depended on it. She fell backward and landed with a thud onto the dirty barroom floor. Gerard stared at me, dumbfounded.

"Jo! What the fuck are you doing here?!" He demanded.

He was about to kiss someone that wasn't me, and he has the nerve to try and make this my fault?

I didn't say a word, instead grabbing a half-empty pitcher of beer from the table beside me and dumping it over Gerard's head. I angrily ran from the bar, searching the parking lot for Mikey who had seemingly vanished. I retrieved my cellphone, finding his number and hitting 'call'. There was a presence behind me. I attempted to turn but was jabbed in the butt with something sharp. I groaned as a hot feeling washed over me, my legs going weak, my vision blurring to black.