You Know What They Do -Frerard-

gerard stared at mikey. he was good at reading people. he could tell mikey didnt like frank, and didnt believe for a minute that he was being sincere.
"dont blame me for anything that happened. ever. it wasnt my fault and you know it." he said sharply, stroking his hand over his now swollen wrist.

Mikey sighed, allowing some honesty "I know. But you left, it was hard not to blame you. You left me with THEM" he spat on the floor in disgust at his parents. he klaughed slightly bitterly.
"You know, I used tio hope you'd die in here"

gerard moved away from mikey.
"i'd like you to leave now brother." he'd lived without him for years, he could continue to live without him no problem. as much as he loved his brother he would never forget what he did to him.
"it wasnt my fault. you lied to them. you told them i hurt you. you said it was me. but it was you. you did it. i did nothing." gerard almost whispered.

Mikey looked at him, the pain in his eyes making him look much younger than he was "Gerard, they'd have had me commited or exorcised if I'd told them I was self-harming, the way they kept me in my roolm you were the only other person who COULD have done it..."

gerard twitched.
"oh so it was okay that i was? if i were in your position, i would have never blamed my brother. never. i love you but i can't forgive you. in my eyes you're still as dead to me as you were yesterday." gerard's voice broke with emotion.
"now if you would please leave my cell."

"You were older than me, you were stringer" snarled Mikey, grabbing Gerards hair and opinning him on the bunk, straddling him.
"But I'm not that kid anymore Gee"

"get off me you sick bastared!" gerard writhed beneath mikey. his brother used to be so fragile and weak but now gerard couldnt get out of his grip.
"please mikey, not this again. its wrong." gerard sobbed. mikey covered his mouth and nostrils so that he couldnt take in air. he tried to scream but it came out all muffled through mikeys hand.

Mikey crashed his lips to Gerard, forcing a kiss on the older man. He drew out the same homemade blade he'd used on franks shoulder and held it to Gerards throat.
"Take ioff your pants" he snarled.

"no." gerard whined, wide eyed. as the blade was pressed closer to his skin he smiled up at mikey, all teeth.
"go on brother. kill me. it doesnt matter when im already dead." he spat in his brothers face and lifted his neck, pressing the blade closer still to his neck. he would rather die than go through this again.

Mikey wiped the spit from his face and snarled, tugging gerards pants off himself whilst keeping the blade on his brothers throat, He forced him onto his front and smirked.
"You caused me just as much pain as I caused you" he hissed "So many times you could've told someone how they were treating me, could've stopped me becoming this, but you didn't"

"don't you think i tried to. nobody believes the little fucked up kid mikey, you should know that." he cried, praying that frank would come and save him any minute.
"please.. just fucking kill me." he sobbed into his pillow.

"Why?! So that i get left behind again" he snarled before shopving himself roughly insiode gerard.

gerard almost screamed, he was so humiliated. how could his own brother defile him in such a heartless manor?
"mikey stop please, you're hurting mikey.PLEASE" he howled, trying to grab anyones attention. he eventually gave up and just sobbed loudley into his pillow with his wrist tightly clamped between his teeth. he had given up when he heared his name.
"frank help me." he cried, burying his face in shame.

Mikey puleld out, having taken no pl;easure int he act, He yanked up his trousers and started out, pausing by Frank who was frozen in shock and fear,
"You tell ANYONE and I'll kill you" he hissed, purposely storking thw ound on the youngers shoulder before leaving. Frank ran forward and opuklkled Gerard into a hug, despiten everything he'd done to him. He knew what it was like to have... that done to him and then have no comfort, but he couldn't imagine having it done by a family member.
"Shh, shh, it'll be ok"

gerard just wanted to hide. he felt so ashamed.
"wh-why did you leave me with him frankie?" he said, face still hidden in disgust.
"he's my little brother.." he began to cry openly into franks chest.
"i-i...he always hated me..always made me do things that were wrong.... a-and i always got in trouble. then he'd hurt me. frankie i-m sorr.." he continued to whimper into franks chest, gripping the material of his clothes for dear life.

Frank held him, stroking the older mans hair and making soft shushing noises, trying to comfort.

Mikey clammed back into his cell and threw himself onto the bunk he wasn;t used to sharing. After a few seconds he clambered down and stared at the blonde man on the bottom bunkl "Who the FUCK are you?"

"what the fuck does it matter to you?" the blonde said bluntly, staring up at the bottom of the bunk above him. after a moment he turned hid head back to mikey and snarled,
"you gotta fucking problem buddy? i look funny or somethin?"

"Yeah a bit" spat Mikey "You better not speak to me motherfucker, people learn not to or get a knife in the face" he smirked.

bob didnt even say anything back. he stayed completely calm as he got up from his bed and swung his fist straight into mikeys jaw. mikey didnt even make a noise, he just fell to the floor, totally out for the count. bob picked him off the floor and roughly threw him up onto the top bunk before getting back into his own and staring into space.

When Mikey awoke his jaw was throbbing and it was morning again. Instead of facing Bob again, whow as evidently stronger than he'd originally thought, he waited untilt he blonde man left the cell and then joined a gang of people at a table. he smirked when he saw Gerard and Frank enter and whispered to someone to get Frank.

gerard saw his brother and froze before trying to turn and leave the large room, but was dragged back by frank.
"i dont wanna face him." gerard whispered. he tried to find the most remote spot and slumped into the corner of it. when one of the "mexicans" appeared in front of him he scowled up at him, holding franks hand to try and convey to this guy that frank was his.

Frank hated the feeling of 'belonging' to anyone, but he didn;t want to upset a Gerard who was so fragile. Another man came up, shoving the mexican away and grabbing Frank.
"Way wants to see you" he almost spat, dragging him away, He was greeted my a smiling Mikey.
"Ah, Frank wasn't it? I see you've already been branded by a gang" he laughed, running a finger over Franks scorpion "Mexican? Mexican until proven otherwise in here"

gerard wanted to go and help frank, but he couldnt go near his brother. he wouldnt. maybe if he told the warden... no, dont be stupid gerard. he took a deep breath and started to walk towards mikey and frank. he was going to do this. he needed to face his fears. oh shit. mikey was looking at him. he turned and made a bee line for the exit, pressing his back against the cold wall once he was out of the main hall.

Frank whimpered and nodded, letting mikey force him to sit down.
"Look, heres the deal, you belong to those guys now, you should know that, but you follow that rule and I won't hurt you" Frank shook his head and Mikey growled.
"Fine, I won't hurt your stupid cellmate"

gerard sneaked to the unused shower block unoticed by the guards. he slammed the door shut and went straight to his corner. usually he came here to think without the infernal racket of the other innmates ringing in his ears. but today he came to hide. he supported his head with the heels of his hands and stared at the ground. frank was in danger and he couldnt do anything about it. that drove him crazy. but what made him feel sick was the way his brother smirked at him. what if he came into his cell and did it again? no. that couldnt happen. he- frank wouldnt let that happen... would he?