Gavin walked down the street a ways while Michael was asleep. Down a ways to an old storage unit in the middle of an abandoned parking lot. As he approached it, he heard a muffled scream and a plea.
"Hello? Anyone! Is someone there?" It yelled. Gavin just smiled.
"Guessing that I'm not the one you were calling for, sweetie?" He slurred, clearly drunk again. The voice went silent. He tore the doors open and sunlight flooded in. But Lindsay didn't see it. The blindfold was too thick. But she felt the rush of cold air and shuffled back.
"Please... Don't hurt me..." She said quietly. Gavin didn't reply for some time. "I want to set you free. But you'll just go back to Michael The entire reason behind this was to keep you two apart." He took a swig of boose. "Michael is mine."
The metallic storage crate fell silent. She couldn't believe this. Of all people, Gavin was not the kind of person who people would think of as a maniac. But all people will shatter through into madness eventually. some in better ways than others.
Gavin broke the silence and laughed.
"Do you really not understand? How have you not seen this?" He spat out. "I fucking love Michael. Ever wonder why I asked if I could get drunk at your wedding? Because I wanted to wake up thinking it was a drunken memory. That you didn't. But guess what? I've been getting drunk early." He said abruptly, throwing the bottle to the ground. It shattered and he slammed the door shut.
She wasn't going to get in the way now.
This is starting to get legIT DEAR LORDY