Gerard's POV
How the fuck did we end up here? What the fuck do they want us for? What the fucking fuck?
About a thousand questions flitted through my foggy brain – and about a hundred thousand curses followed. I couldn't think straight, not since that dickbag of a guard threw me against the wall.
My shoulder hurt like a bitch too, which wasn't helping the situation any. Okay, I admit that jumping that guy wasn't exactly a good idea. But come on, what else was there to do? We'd been in here for fucking hours; all I could think about was escape.
I so badly wanted to be at home, lying in the sanctuary of my room with my comic books. Drawing them, reading them, whatever, I didn't really care right now. Yeah, that sounds geeky, deal with it.
Worst of all, I just wanted Mikey to be away from here. It was bad enough that I'd somehow managed to get involved in whatever the fuck this was - I didn't want Mikey in danger too.
Mum'd kill me if he got hurt. Hell, I'd probably kill myself.
I let my head roll downwards so my chin rested against my chest, tired of glaring at those dickweed guards. Seriously though, were three necessary? Were we really that scary?
*snort* Mikey and I couldn't scare a fucking mouse. Two lanky teens with eyeliner and skin-tight jeans didn't exactly exude intimidation. The amount of shit we got given at school was bad enough, but at least there I was big enough to kick the asses of anyone messing with us. Here...well, I was kinda out of my league.
Totally out of league, more like, but my ego wasn't really willing to let that little piece of information sink in just yet.
No matter how hard I concentrated, or how tight I squeezed my eyes shut, I just couldn't understand why we were here. Mikey and I weren't really the kind of people the Mob picked up – cause that's what these guys had to be, right? The black suits, the cold eyes, they were stereotypes in action.
Sure, we weren't exactly the average teen you'd find in this state, but we weren't worthy of Mob attention. We stuck to ourselves mostly, though this year Mikey had branched out a little and found himself a couple of friends. That tall guy with the afro – Ron? Maybe Ryan? – and that blond guy. I know their names didn't really matter, but it gave me something to think about.
Was either of those guys likely to be the Mob?
I nearly laughed out loud at that one. The guys were geeks, outcasts, just like me and Mikey. There was no way they were anything to do with this.
Right?
Give me a break, when you're stuck in a cell with a bunch of steroid-pumped hard-men glaring at you, you start to judge everyone you know.
How did this all happen? I guess the beginning is always a good place to start.