The Reason Why

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Chapter Four

“Hey...” Frank whispered, stroking Mikey’s hair softly.


“Hey.” Mikey whispered back, snuggling into Frank further. “What time is it?”

“It’s still early, Mikers. Go back to sleep.” Frank said, kissing his forehead. Mikey looked into Frank’s eyes for a moment.

“Did you get any sleep?”

Frank shook his head, wrapping his arms around Mikey. “C’mon. Let’s get some more rest.”

Mikey nodded and closed his eyes. After making sure Mikey was asleep, Frank slid out from bed, carefully. He stretched and made way to the small bathroom. He knew they couldn’t stay much longer in there. Mikey needed special cares and comfort this house couldn’t provide.

Frank jumped high in the air when he heard knocking on the front door. “Fuck...” he muttered, grabbing a stick of wood and going for the door, unlocking the door and opening it quickly as he drew his arm back, ready to throw the wood, but stopped once he saw who it was. “Gee?”

“Where the fuck’s my brother, Frank? What have you done to him?” Gerard said, glaring at him. Frank stood there in shock, but thruth be told, Gerard’s attittude was understandable.

Gerard entered the house, and his expression seemed to soften once he saw Mikey asleep peacefully on the little bed.

“I’m sorry, Gee. But he... Mikey asked me to get him out of there and he said that place was driving him crazy and, I couldn’t think straight and...”

Gerard held his hand up and approached Frank, placing his hands on Frank’s shoulders. “Shh, it’s okay, Frank. I understand. I was just worried and... C’mon, let’s sit down for a bit.” Gerard said, guiding them both to the couch. “You haven’t told me what happened...”

Frank shook his head. “I think you should talk to Mikey about that, when he wakes up.”

Gerard nodded. “You look tired...”

“I couldn’t really sleep during the night. I was just watching him. I wanted to make sure he was okay...”

“Well, try and get some sleep now, then. I’ll watch Mikey.”

Frank nodded and layed down on the couch. Gerard lifted his head, and sat down, resting Frank’s head on his lap, and petting his hair soflty, bending to kiss his forehead. Frank relaxed under the soft touch and felt himself give in to sleep.

He woke up sometime later, Mikey still asleep on the bed and Gee gone. He had left a note on the kitchen table, saying he’d gone to get supplies. Frank approached the bed, petting Mikey’s hair lovingly. Mikey opened his eyes slowly, smiling up at Frank.

“Gee was here...” Frank said.

Mikey nodded. “I knew it was just a matter of time until he found us. Me and him used to come here all the time when we were young...”

Frank smiled weakly, his eyes filled with sadness, though. Mikey frowned at that and Frank sighed. “Look, Mikey. You know we can’t stay here forever...”

“I know...” Mikey whispered. “Help me get up. I wanna go to the couch.”

“Ok...” Frank said, helping Mikey up and to the couch. Frank sat next to him and Mikey buried his head on Frank’s shoulder, wrapping his arms around him. Frank returned the hug and after a while they pulled back slowly, eyes boring into each others. They were so close their noses were touching and they could feel each other’s breath.

It was Mikey who made the next move, pressing their lips together. Frank was shocked, to say the least. He held Mikey’s shoulders, pulling him back, softly.

“Mikey... I...”

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have... but...”

Frank held Mikey’s face in his hands. “Shh. It’s okay, Mikey. You’re just confused now... look, Mikers, I love you, but, we can’t just... I mean, you’ve been through a lot and...”

Mikey nodded. “I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know what got to me and...” he said, dropping his gaze.

But Mikey knew he wasn’t confused. He loved Frank, even before that happened. He meant to tell Frank that night. But now, he felt dirty, and he was sure Frank wouldn’t be abble to love him, after what happened. How could he even think of kissing Frank? He was so stupid. Tears were burning behind his eyelids, but he bit them back, smiling weakly at Frank.

But truth be told, all he wanted was to die in that moment.