Dead Line
~~ Okay I hope this chapter isn't too short...so Enjoy!! :)~~





With a smile, Mike pulled out a package of rope from the closet and shook it around in his hand.

“ Here we go.” He breathed and walked Anna towards Chester and Laura. He sat her down and ripped open the bag, tearing the rope from the plastic and unrolled it. While Mike was busying himself with cutting the rope down to size, Chester turned his head once more in Xander’s direction and swallowed hard. This was it…this could potentially save them…or kill them.

“ Xander…” he whispered, barely audible. The small child stared at him like he was in a trance and blinked slowly with acknowledgement. Before Chester continued, he glanced at Mike and sighed with relief, seeing that he had turned his back on them to grab a sharper knife to cut with. Anna frowned and stared at Chester in question, wondering what he could have possibly needed Xander for.

“ What the hell are you doing?”

“ Getting the fucking phone…care to help?”

“ And get us killed? No thank you.”

“ Suit yourself then.” He sighed and turned his attention back to Xander as Laura and Anna watched with curiosity. Chester pointed to the cell phone once more and motioned for Xander to come out of hiding.

“ Phone…get the phone…” he mouthed with a small whisper. The little boy slowly moved his feet and began carefully taking small steps towards the end of the couch where the phone was located. He wasn’t quite sure why Chester needed the phone…but assumed that perhaps there was some sort of game involved. He raised a brow in question while watching Chester nodding encouragingly.

“ That’s it…pick it up…” he hissed.

Xander bent down quickly and gripped the phone with his tiny little hands and stared at the bright buttons and flat screen. This was one heck of a toy indeed. “ Press one-.”

“ –Ah, having a little chat are we?” Mike demanded as he turned around, holding the cut pieces of rope tightly. Chester swallowed his words and looked away from Xander…then stared into Mike’s dark eyes with guilt.

“ Dammit…”

“ Dammit is right Chaz. You see, while I was cutting the rope, I did a mental head count of the people in this house and discovered one little person was missing. It really is a shame though…your little plan might have actually worked.” He smiled.

“ It still can Mike…Xander’s holding the phone and you’re not.” Anna replied through her teeth.

“ Well we’re just going to have to change that now aren’t we?” he answered and slid the knife into his pants, turning around to face his little boy who was staring at the phone in awe. He placed the pieces of rope on the centre island and slowly began walking towards his son with a warm smile.

“ Xander…” he called softly.

He looked up at his father and backed away slightly.

“ Press one Xander.” Anna stated lightly with pressure.

Laura watched the scene nervously as their safety began to crumble away.

“ No…give daddy the phone.” Mike stated over her voice and held out his hand.

“ Number one Xander…come on, you just learned this.” Laura explained with a glare. The little boy eyed his family with confusion and looked down at the phone, trying to remember which number was ONE.

“ Give me the PHONE.” Mike ordered calmly but with a loud voice, causing the boy to shiver.

“ B-but-.”

“ –Xander…please give daddy the phone. Come on…it’s not a toy.” Mike explained with a softer tone, but it didn’t seem to convince the toddler to listen to him.

“ Xander it’s the first button!” Anna shouted, but before he could do anything Mike swooped the boy into his arms and ripped the phone from his tiny little hands with a glare.

“ Daddy doesn’t have time for this.” He stated angrily through his teeth, receiving a fearful look from his son. And with that, he threw the phone as hard as he could against the wall, smashing it into itty bitty little pieces…just like the hope they had of being rescued.

“ Are we finished playing games now?” Mike demanded loudly, causing tears to fall from Xander’s eyes. He wasn’t just crying because of his father’s anger but because he was holding him far too tightly than he should have and was hurting his ribs.

“ D-daddy-.”

“ –What? What the hell are you crying for?”

“ It hurt…” he whimpered desperately while struggling within his father’s grasp. Mike lowered his eyes sadly and gave a small pout of sympathy.

“ Aww, is daddy hurting Xander?”

“ Yes…” he squeaked with a short cry. Anna frowned desperately and blinked away her tears while watching her son’s face reddening with pain.

“ Michael stop this, he’s just a child!” she shouted with trembling lips.

“ Aww, is he now? Is this hurting you Anna?”

“ Yes…please let him go…” she pleaded mournfully.

“ Well if I remember correctly…you promised not to tell anyone about what I was doing. So…this makes me wonder how Chester knew-.”

“ –I figured it out along time ago Mike. Anna didn’t tell me shit.” Chester interrupted with growing anger.

Mike lowered his dark eyes and adjusted his son at a better angle within his arms, which caused him to shriek out in pain because of the twisting ribs.

“ Michael stop!” Anna screamed along with Xander who was crying out feverishly for help.

“ You told…and now your son is going to pay the price!”

“ He’s your son for Christ’s sake! He didn’t do anything wrong!” Chester shouted at the top of his lungs. Mike winced through his son’s screams and growled under his breath.

“ Fine…I might as well let him go then…” he hissed quietly and loosened his grip on Xander…allowing him to fall to the floor. He hit the floor with a loud thud followed by a mournful wail from his mother who ran towards him as fast as possible and dropped to her knees beside him. Mike stared down at the scene, watching Anna cuddling her screaming son in her arms in an attempt to ease his pain.

“ You sick bastard…” she sobbed as she stroked her son’s soft black hair. Laura stared at her father in disbelief while the tears streamed down her cheeks like waterfalls. Chester’s dark eyes became blank at Mike’s lack of compassion. This was his son…his baby…and he just dropped him on the floor. Thankfully Xander had landed on his bum…but the actions were still horrific. How any parent could just let their child drop to the floor was unimaginable and disgusting.

“ Get up Anna…” Mike ordered with a clenched jaw. She stared up at him and continued to weep desperately. Why was he not showing any compassion for his family?

“ Rot in hell you sick son of a bitch!”

“ You first.” He growled and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her up with a painfully tight grip. Xander continued to cry in his mother’s arms as Mike threw Anna to the floor beside Chester and Laura, then grabbed the pieces of rope. Laura leaned in closer to Chester as Mike bent down in front of Anna and began quickly tying her wrists together in a tight knot, then did the same to her ankles. The family remained silent as Mike tied them all up, all the while receiving dirty looks from all of them.

Laura couldn’t even look at her father and Chester had trouble keeping his anger at bay. Anna continued to cry with her son who was still in her lap sobbing painfully. At leased Mike didn’t tie him up…the first act of compassion he had shown all day. When he was satisfied with this, he stood up and stared at all the swollen red faces full of tears and heavy breathing. He grabbed the duct tape and swirled it around his index finger in thought.

“ Do I really need to use this or will you four be quiet?” he asked. None of them spoke a word and merely stared down at their bound wrists and ankles. There was no getting out of this situation…the vast tidal wave of their fate was coming in fast.

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“ Chester?” Joe knocked heavily against the hard wooden door of Chester’s house and frowned. He had been standing there for seventeen minutes just knocking and calling out to his friend but there came no response from within.

“ Chaz come on, I know it’s late in the afternoon but I really need to use your computer! Mine crashed this morning! I have very important work to do-.”

“ –Joe give it a rest, he’s probably out with Mike doing ‘best friend’ stuff.” Rob interrupted from the window of the car. Joe turned around and put his hands to his hips defiantly.

“ Best friend stuff like what?”

“ Like he said he was going to go visit Anna this morning.” He replied casually.

“ And how many hours does that take?” The Korean asked impatiently.

“ As long as it takes. Besides, you don’t have any real work to do…you just want to play Chester’s new PC games.”

“ Hey, that is work. If I’m going to defend the universe, I’m going to need his computer!’ Joe shouted and received a short chuckle from Rob who stepped out of the vehicle and walked up to the house.

“ Have you tried phoning him?”

“ Yeah, there’s no answer. And I think his cell batteries are shot.”

“ Have you tried Mike’s house?” Rob asked with an amused grin. Joe rolled his eyes and ran his hand through his hair with yet more impatience.

“ Uh hell yes and it said the connection was unavailable.” “ What about his cell?” Joe stared at Rob for several seconds before lowering his eyes in realization and defeat.

“ Mike has a cell phone?”

“ Yeah…how do you think he calls us to get out of bed when he’s at the studio?” Rob laughed and smacked him on the side of the shoulder.

“ Ugh, fine I’ll try his cell…” He muttered and flipped open his cell as Rob gave him the number.

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The loud ring of a cell phone echoed throughout the kitchen and Mike lowered his eyes angrily. The last thing he needed was a phone call right now since he was about to slice his family’s heads off. With a short sigh he reached into his pocket and flipped open his cell.

“ Yeah what?”

Chester glanced at Laura and Anna with hope…each of their eyes brightening at the sudden situation. If they screamed for help loud enough, the person on the other end might be able to save them. It was worth a shot…but also extremely dangerous for Mike was still the one in control and could kill in less than three minutes with the right precision of the knife.

“ Hey Mike is Chester still over there? I need his computer.” Joe explained casually.

Mike looked at Chester with a glare and cleared his throat with warning, making it clear that if they made a peep he’d kill them. “ Uh…yeah he is but he’s busy…”

“ Busy doing what? I have three hours to save the universe or I’ll be out of the game! You know this Mike! Just let me talk to him…I need to know where is keys are and what the password to his computer is.”

Mike sighed heavily and rubbed his forehead with irritation. This was ruining his plan. “ I’ll ask him for you.”

“ Nuhuh Mike…the password is secretive. Only me and Chester know what it is.”

“ Then why do you need it?”

“ Because I forgot what it is.” He replied shortly.

Only Joe would forget something like that.

“ Fine but you have five seconds.” He muttered and handed the phone to Chester but before he could reach out and grab it, Mike snatched it away.

“ Don’t do something stupid now Chaz.”

“ I won’t…” he stated quietly with a glare. Mike stared at him for a short moment then nodded, handing him the phone. Success at last…and now there was no need to scream for help.

“ Hey what’s up?” Chester asked trying to remain as casual as possible all the while watching Mike’s black eyes burning into him dangerous and waving the knife around as a warning.

“ Thank God man, I thought you were like dead or something! Jesus charge the batteries in your phone for once, I’m like dying here!”

“ You and me both buddy. What is it you wanted?” he asked.

Joe have a heavy sigh and swallowed hard. “ Where are your keys?”

“ Inside the mailbox…where else?” Chester replied with an arched brow.

“ Good place for em.” Joe stated sarcastically, then instructed Rob to open the door.

“ Alright…so now I need your computer password…sorry man I’m always forgetting.”

“ Don’t worry its pretty hard to remember.” Chester answered shakily while still staring at Mike...his heart pounding furiously against his chest.

“ Alright…now REMEMBER these numbers and letters because I’m only going to tell you one last time. These are VERY important and I want you to calmly put them in.”

“ Calmly? Why, should I be worried or something?” Joe chuckled and turned on Chester’s computer.

“ Well…actually I’m VERY worried right now…because I’m telling you this password again.” He explained shakily.

Mike’s glare deepened as Chester tried so hard to come up with a safe way to say this.

“ Okay…the password is…”

Joe listened intently as Chester gave a trembling sigh, watching Mike approaching closer with the knife.

“ 9-L-1-A-1-P-D.”

“ Okay I got it-.”

Joe frowned.

The line went dead.


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My Heart Destroys Me
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Rob raised a brow at the sudden frown on Joe’s face and the visible look of confusion.

“ What?”

“ The line’s dead.”

“ What do you mean?”

“ I mean the LINE IS DEAD. Jesus Rob, do I have to explain everything to you?” Joe demanded and began typing in the letter while mumbling about how his friends needed to get new phones.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Joe pressed the ENTER button and waited…then waited some more until finally a small box came up reading: The password you have typed is incorrect. Please use valid upper case and lower case letters then try again.

“ Blasted fucking son of a bitch!” He screeched then slammed his fists against the keyboard.

“ The ONE day I need the fucking thing and the fucking password thingy is broken!”

Rob held back a laugh at his friend and shook his head slowly. Obviously Joe had typed it in wrong.

“ You sure you got the right password?” He asked calmly with a smirk.

“ Uh…Chester told it to me so YEAH I got it.”

“ Type it in again.” Rob instructed, then watched as Joe’s fingers plucked at the keyboard typing every letter and number in. A few seconds later, the same message popped up once again, causing more anger and impatience to flow through Joe’s veins.

“ Why? WHY!”

“ Calm down man…what’s the password?” Rob asked with a smile…still amused by how obsessed Joe was with this game. The Korean lifted his eyes and narrowed them to a fine point, thinning his lips out.

“ It’s a secret…” he whispered.

“ Do you want to get on there or not? You’re probably typing something wrong.”

“ Ugh, fine you do it then. But I’m going to write it down so that if someone happens to be listening from somewhere…they won’t know what it is…” Joe whispered and grabbed a piece of printer paper then began writing down the password carefully, watching the room ever so often to see if someone was hiding behind a wall or couch.

Rob rolled his eyes at his paranoia and sighed. How someone could be so concerned about a measly password was beyond him. Quickly, Joe ripped off the piece he had written on and handed it to Rob with care, watching the younger man’s eyes scanning the sheet. As Rob eyed each letter and number, an obvious frown soon wrinkled itself on his brow and he looked back at Joe with confusion.

“ Chester gave you this?”

“ Yeah…so what?” he replied shortly.

“ Wasn’t his password HYBRID 010?”

Joe’s eyes widened in shock and realization then gasped. “ THAT’S IT! THAT’S THE PASSWORD-wait…how did you know what it was?” he asked with a small voice.

Rob smiled a little and blinked with pride. “ I got it out of him at last year’s Christmas party…he was so drunk he couldn’t even walk. Man he’s got a lot of useful shit on this computer…” he chuckled.

Joe sighed happily and typed in the password, then gasped with relief when the desktop appeared along with all the icons. Of course with all the excitement about the accessed computer, Joe hadn’t realized that Chester had given him a totally different set of numbers and letters…for him to figure out of course so that they could be rescued.

Thankfully Rob noticed this fact and continued to stare at the fake password. “ Hey Joe…if Chester’s password is still HYBRID 010…then why did he give you this?”

Joe cocked his head and shrugged while opening his media file which held all the games Chester had recently downloaded. “ To piss me off…I guess.”

“ Did you even look at these letters and numbers?”

“ Uh no, I just thought I’d completely ignore them.” He muttered sarcastically.

Rob rolled his eyes and shoved the paper back into his face. “ Read this Joe! It says 9-L-1-A-1-P-D!”

“ Your point?” he demanded with an arched brow. Rob blinked slowly at him and resisted the urge to slap him over the head. How could he not understand what those letter and numbers meant?

“ Separate the numbers from the letters. Now once you do that, it should read: 911 LAPD!”

“ So?” Joe squeaked with disinterest and annoyance.

Rob lowered his eyes desperately and breathed out with heavy disbelief. “ Los Angeles Police Department…the POLICE…911…do you understand where I’m going with this?” Rob demanded with a glare.

“ So what? What’s the police got to do wi-wait…do you think they’re in trouble?”

“ I don’t know…Mike sounded kind of shaky on the phone, like he was hiding something and Chester didn’t exactly sound too calm either. I also think I heard crying in the background…it sounded like Xander.” Rob’s eyes lowered in realization and he grabbed the phone.

“ What are you doing?” Joe asked quickly, while watching his friend’s rapid movements.

“ The password Chester gave you was a message for help.”

“ And you know this how?”

“ Just a feeling okay? Trust me on this one…Chester wouldn’t give a fake password unless he was being an ass on purpose or because he was in trouble and didn’t want someone to find out what he was up to.” Rob explained as he dialled 911.

“ You got all that from hearing me talk to him?” Joe demanded.

“ Just shut up…” he breathed as a woman’s voice clicked onto the line.

“ Los Angeles Police Department…”

“ Yeah hi, I got a call from my friend a few minutes ago saying he was in trouble.”

“ What was the nature of his emergency?” the kind woman asked calmly.

“ I’m not sure…he sounded distraught and panicked. I really think he’s in trouble…could you at leased send someone over there to check up on him?” he asked hopefully.

“ Alright, what’s his address?”

“ 31023 Belleview Boulevard.”

“ A car has been dispatched to that location.”

“ Thank you.” Rob breathed and hung up the phone.

“ Was that really necessary?” Joe demanded, obviously doubting his friend’s intuition. Rob lowered his eyes and gave him a dark expression, nodding slowly.

“ Oh…it was…”

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“ You fucking son of a bitch…” Mike whispered through his teeth and threw his cell phone to the floor, hearing it crack. Chester lowered his head and fought through the tears of his stupidity.

Mike can spell Chester! You idiot! You just killed us! He screamed at himself.

Anna flinched as Mike swung the knife around in a mad fury and growled with burning anger and frustration.

“ I can’t believe you fucking did that! Now they’ll have the cops on my ass!” He screamed while digging his fingers into his own hair out of panic.

“ Well Mike…sorry to say this but you kind of had it coming…” Chester tried cautiously, only to be kicked hard in the face. He spat out the blood and coughed a little with pain, resting his head back against the counter with a deep frown.

“ Shut your damn mouth before I fucking rip it off!” Mike paced around the kitchen heatedly, feeling his cheeks growing red and his heart quicken. There was basically no way out of this unless he left now, leaving his family tied in the kitchen where they would for sure give him up to the cops. He wouldn’t allow that to happen…he couldn’t go to jail for this.

“ Dammit…fucking hell…” He breathed out heavily, then froze suddenly as a knock boomed against the front door. Mike stared at it, hearing a woman’s voice calling through.

“ Los Angeles Police Department. Is everything alright?”

Mike turned his vision towards his wife, kids and best friend for a moment…watching the tears drying against their tomato cheeks with a clear shine. Anna blinked slowly in desperation, pleading silently for him to end this and end this now.

“ LAPD, open the door!”

The Asian’s breathing hitched in his throat as he slowly dug the knife into his jeans and paced himself towards the front door.

“ I didn’t call for any cops. This m-must be some sort of mistake…” Mike explained loudly, although mentally kicking himself for stammering like a frightened idiot.

“ We got a call that someone at this residence is in trouble. Either you open the door now or I do it with force.” She explained sternly; her voice was slightly muffled through the wood.

“ I’m telling you…this is a mistake lady.” Mike stated with a deep glare while staring through the peep hole.

“ Sir, I’m giving you three seconds to open this door before I call for backup.” She warned with a slight hint of anger…or was it impatience?

Mike gave a heavy sigh, not really wanting to know which and carefully unlocked the door, then opened it a crack. The woman officer peered at him with deep green eyes all the while a strong hand on her holster.

“ Everything’s fine…really…” Mike tried with a small smile, hoping she’d fall for his ‘delicious’ grin. The officer did not even flinch in the slightest at his charm and tightened her grip on the gun holster. Something about his behaviour seemed odd to her…like he was nervous and jittery as well as calm and collected. Through years of experience, this told her that he was definitely hiding something.

“ Open the door.” She ordered once again with that unfazed voice, a voice so cool and so authoritative that it made Mike shiver. There was a silent stand-off between them as Mike’s gaze became dark and angry, causing the officer to unbutton her holster cautiously.

Laura, Chester and Anna all exchanged glances during this silent moment and agreed between all three of them to finally voice their pain and trap Mike right where they wanted him. It almost seemed too perfect.

“ Sir-.”

“ –HELP US! HE’S TRYING TO KILL US!” All three of them shouted simultaneously with panic. The officer stared at Mike with wide eyes and he attempted to slam the door shut, but was stopped when she used her shoulder to bash into the door, opening it wide and sending Mike jolting backwards. She grabbed her weapon from her holster and aimed it directly at Mike who was now holding the long, sharp-edged knife tightly in his right hand.

The officer glanced into the kitchen, seeing the frightened faces of this man’s family and silently cursed to herself. She hated these calls the most because quite often the person who was holding the people hostage would either take his own life or kill someone else in haste. Slowly, she grabbed her radio from her shoulder and pressed down on the button frantically, all the while staring Mike down with the barrel of her gun.

“ 322 requesting backup at 31023 Belleview Boulevard. I’ve got a hostage situation involving a male suspect who is armed and dangerous. I repeat, armed and dangerous.” She explained quickly, then placed her left hand back on the gun.

“ 322, dispatch has been notified. Three units arriving as backup. 10-4.”

“ Drop the knife and put your hands in the air.” She ordered loudly, never turning away from his deadly gaze. Mike began to feel his hands trembling as the perspiration dotted his heated brow. He was trapped in a corner and there was no way out…or was there?

“ DROP THE KNIFE.” She repeated even louder, causing him to flinch.

“ Go to hell bitch…” he hissed, hearing sirens echoing through the streets, becoming louder and louder as they approached.

“ Mike…just end it…” Chester whispered desperately as Xander began to cry again with all the commotion.

“ Shut the fuck up!” he screamed as three more officers entered the house with guns in the air.

“ LAPD DROP THE WEAPON!”

Mike’s eyes searched the room frantically for a way out and tightened his grip on the shaking knife until his knuckles became white. Through the dizzying array of shouts, he could barely focus on one voice and became quickly confused as to what he was trying to do in the first place. He gasped out fearfully and blinked away a few tears as the officers approached him slowly yet cautiously, still ordering him to drop the weapon.

Oh yes…find an escape route…but how? And when? He couldn’t just rush up to them and slice their necks open…they were the ones holding the guns. Four more officers entered the house with weapons drawn until there were nine fully loaded nine mils aimed in his direction.

“ Mike just listen to them…” Anna pleaded shakily with tears on the rim of her eyes which were blurring her vision.

“ I’ll fucking kill them…” he breathed with a trembling voice, backing away towards the sliding glass door.

“ Stop where you are and drop the knife NOW!” One of the male officers yelled. Mike froze in his own steps, so fully consumed with voices and sirens, he could barely think let alone function.

The vast waterfalls of tears began drowning his cheeks as he continued to utter death threats and violence. The female officer from before continued her approach on him and kept a strong finger on the trigger just in case the situation became a threat to the frightened family in the corner of the kitchen, as well as the other eight officers.

“ Come on man…you don’t want to hurt all these people. Just drop the knife and put your hands in the air and this could all be over.” She explained gently but still with that unfazed voice so full of determination.

Mike swallowed hard and coughed though his sobs, shaking his head feverishly. “ It’s a-already too late for that.”

“ No it’s not. I’m giving you a chance to comply…before I shoot you.” She explained.

Mike breathed out stressfully and shook his head once more. “ Then you’re going to have to shoot me because I won’t stop…I won’t s-stop...” he wept with shining chocolate eyes.

“ Listen to me very carefully. There are two ways this could go down. Either way…you’re dropping the knife.”

Mike peered into her brilliant green eyes for what seemed like forever until everything around him became muffled and blurry. The sounds of the muffled sirens soon became nothing but a whisper and the officer’s shouts dimmed to a mere breath. As Mike stood there, he watched the scene before him slowly shift into slow motion, almost unimaginable to his own eyes yet so real in nature. A dizzying fog warmed his head and he blinked slowly, until all the sounds in the room disappeared, leaving only the heavy beating of his heart to thump through his ears.

He could even hear his own breath, so shaky and loud that he thought that for sure he’d run out of air. Slowly yet unsurely, he turned his head towards the four people in the corner of the kitchen, all of them staring at him with incomprehensible fear and anguish, begging him to end this fight. And as Mike stood there staring into his family’s eyes, an old familiar sense flooded throughout his body and came to rest in his heart, filling it with pain and longing. For the first time in what seemed like years, though it had only been a few months, his heart began beating feverishly with panic, but not because he was scared of being shot…but because he feared for four lives…the lives of his family and best friend.

Time stood still as he stared into the hazy brown eyes of his son…eyes so full of fear and confusion illuminated by vast pools of tears and red irritation. His son…his baby boy. The same child who was always so full of joy, always smiling and always giggling. A child so innocent and so pure, it almost made him want to fall to his knees with shame and cut his own throat, thus saving his little boy’s life from an uncontrollable drunk and violent abuser. The whole scene before him just made him feel so sick to his stomach he was sure he would vomit.

Although he was not physically sick…mentally he needed serious help and he had slowly begun to realize this as he watched a single pearl tear trickle its way down Xander’s pink cheek, coming to rest at the base of his trembling chin. That same feeling in his heart throbbed painfully until almost at the edge of combustion…and he knew this feeling well.

In that moment of silence with only the beating of his delicate heart…his eyes lifted and became bright with epiphany. That little boy had entrusted something precious within him…something he should have never taken advantage of. Something very few people had the chance to experience in their lives and Mike had been one of them…and was once again. With every breath he took, he felt the maternal instinct bubbling through his veins, crying out to him to end this pain and protect this child from harm.

His blood was no longer burning with hatred and anger but with emotional pain and sympathy. The heartache that was once throbbing with frustration and violence…was now only filled with extremely painful love. Love for his baby boy…love for his family and best friend.

Just as quickly as the hate had shredded through him, it had disappeared and was now replaced with an instinctual need to protect…and to be the noble trustworthy father he had once been. With a barely visible smile, Mike turned his head and took in a deep breath, hearing the sounds rushing back at him and the sights sharpening in his own light filled eyes.

And for a moment, he felt harmonious peace in his heart as his grip lightened on the knife…feeling the slick handle gliding through his palm and plummeting to the floor below. The clang of the metal blade on the hardwood filled his ears like a gong, signalling to him the end of this fight. The Asian closed his dark eyes slowly and gave out a heavy sigh, only audible to himself, releasing his internal demons into the surrounding brightness.

And through the reflection of the cold blade, was a man…raising his hands slowly into the air…surrendering in defeat…


~~ Okay...just to let y'all know..the adress was fake cuz i needed to come up with one. Anywhoo, more coming soon..*frowns* Robbourdon/mike...u beg me for an update right away and i'll flippin freak out on you!! HAHA just kidding!!!!!!!!!...anyways, hope you all enjoyed it!! Reviews are highly appreciated!! Thankees for reading!! :)~~
Dear Angel
~~ Okay, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH for the lovely reviews...as always hehe...okay so here is the next chapter and i just want to say that it might be a little crappy since i'm not really feeling all that good today. Sorry for my lack of creativity or my ability to keep you interested. Enjoy! :)~~



Your weakness is a wound that no one wants to speak of
your cool is just how far we have to fall
I am not immune-I only wanna be loved
but I feel safe behind the fire wall
can I loose my need to impress
if you want the truth, I need to confess

I’m not alright-broken inside, broken inside
and all I go thru-it leads me to you, it leads me to you

burn away the pride, bring me to my weakness
till everything I hide behind is gone
when I’m open wide with nothing left to cling to
only you are there to lead me on
cause honestly, I’m not that strong

I’m not alright-broken inside, broken inside
and all I go thru-it leads me to you, it leads me to you

(and now I’m moved, now I’m moved, now I’m moved)closer to you
(and now I’m moved, now I’m moved, now I’m moved)closer to you
(and now I’m moved, now I’m moved, now I’m moved)closer to you

I’m not alright-I’m broken inside, broken inside
I’m broken inside, broken inside
and all I go thru leads me to you, leads me to you

I’m not alright-I’m not alright-I’m not alright
that’s why I need you


“ Don’t move and keep your hands in the air.”

The female officer’s voice was calm yet authoritative as Mike remained completely still in the middle of the room. Two officers rushed over to the shaken family and began untying them and giving them words of comfort as the female officer approached Mike cautiously while the other officers behind her followed closely. Mike’s dark gaze followed the officer slowly as she walked up behind him and put her gun back into its holster, grabbing the cuffs from her belt.

“ Put your hands behind your back…slowly.” She ordered as his family shuffled towards the end of the kitchen, watching the arrest taking place with silent relief. Mike kept his vision away from his family as he lowered his arms behind his back, feeling the officer’s grip firmly against him, pushing his wrists together.

“ Do not resist…” The officer stated simply, although knew that Mike would not move a muscle at this point.

This was finished.

The click and snap of the cuffs echoed throughout the room with finality and zipped tighter with ease, clamping him tightly with security. Mike blinked slowly with an emotionless face as the officer began with a clear voice.

“ You are under arrest for the hostage taking of four people, uttering death threats and assault with a deadly weapon…” She glanced at Anna, staring at her black eye and sliced lip then gave a heavy sigh and continued.

“ And I have a feeling that’s just the tip of the iceberg. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney…if you cannot afford an attorney one will be appointed to you free of charge. Do you understand your rights?” she asked while keeping a firm grip on his left arm.

Mike swallowed hard and looked briefly to the side, staring at the officer with a dark gaze. “ Fuck you…”

“ I’ll take that as a yes.” She breathed.

Chester wrapped his arm around Laura’s shoulder protectively and Anna held her son gently within her arms…all four of them staring at Mike with absolute relief and anger. This was the end of the torment they had been suffering with for so long. Anna let her tears fall as Mike finally turned his vision in her direction and stared at her with a dead gaze, lacking all emotion and compassion. It was as if he had turned off his feelings and buried everything within himself…perhaps punishing himself for what he had done…or maybe he just had nothing left to feel.

As she stared into those hollow eyes, all she saw was an empty soul of darkness and violence. The words that escaped her throat were weak and scratchy but filled with a sense of urgency.

“ Get him out of my house…”

The female officer listened to the intensity of her words and nodded, understanding the vast emotion within her voice. She was hurting terribly…as well as the entire family. One of the male officers grabbed Mike’s arm, tugging him roughly in the direction of the front door where there were other officers waiting to escort him to the police car.

Mike took one last glance at his family and traced his vision through each of their darkened pain filled eyes and lowered his head submissively before being pulled outside and disappearing into the dimming afternoon. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours as the number of officers slowly diminished, racing down the road towards the station where Mike was to be questioned. Many statements were taken from Anna and Chester as well as Laura concerning the severity of what had happened and what kind of abuse had been taking place over the past month or so.

As evening began to peek its way over the horizon, the female officer finished scratching down the last of the statements from the shaken family and closed her writing pad, signalling the end of the interrogation. Anna rocked a sleeping Xander in her arms and blinked wearily while Laura rested on the couch comfortably. Chester rubbed his face weakly and looked down at his feet, not sure where the next day would bring him or Mike’s family. Anna swallowed hard, feeling her throat becoming dry and decided to ask one final question before the officer left.

“ What will they do to him?” She sighed heavily with thought and raised a brow.

“ He’ll probably be taken to civil court where a hearing will take place and the judge will make the decision of what happens to him. But for now he will be placed in a holding cell back at the station overnight until his lawyer comes tomorrow morning.”

“ So…assuming he’ll go to jail for this…what exactly will his sentence be?” Chester asked quietly with interest.

“ That’s entirely up to the judge. At the most, he could get up to ten years in prison depending if he’s charged with attempted murder or not. Seeing as though he complied with us, he might get his sentence shaved off a few years…also if he’s presented with good behaviour during his time. The leased he could get is one year, then off on probation for a few more but again, this all depends on what he’s charged with.” She explained carefully, making sure they understood.

Anna nodded a little and stroked Xander’s hair gently in thought. The female officer frowned with concern and shook her head a little.

“ You should go to the hospital. The judge will want your physical abuse documented with photos…it will help with the case.”

“ Its not that I’m saying no but…I think I’m going to need a few days…” she replied shakily.

“ I understand…what you’ve gone through has been very difficult and stressful. Besides, allowing the bruises to surface will take a few days anyway and there is a good chance his hearing won’t be for a few weeks yet. The best thing to do now would be to get some rest…alright?” she asked.

Anna nodded slowly and stared down at the floor with acknowledgement.

“ Thank you…”

“ Have a good night.” She officer replied with a sympathetic smile and left the house, closing the door quietly. A sense of uneasiness and relief flooded the house and yet again silence dominated.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~


“ Laura, you should get some sleep…” Anna whispered as she sat down on the other couch. Chester hung up the phone as Laura shook her head and blinked wearily, watching her little brother sleeping against the billowing cushions of the loveseat.

“ I’m not really in the sleeping mood.” She muttered quietly while Chester sat down beside her.

“ That was Rob…he wanted to make sure we were alright.” He explained with a soft voice, careful not to wake Xander.

“ Then Joe got your message?” Anna replied.

“ Yeah…although it took them a while to figure it out.” Chester answered while rolling his eyes.

“ You tell them about Mike?”

“ Mhm…they said that they’d do anything to help us get through what happened. We’ve got the band’s support…” Chester explained with heavy eyes.

Laura leaned back against the couch and frowned slowly, trying so hard not to close her eyes with fatigue. As she watched her little brother sleep, she felt a sting in her heart…the same sting she had felt when Mike had to leave for Florida on tour when they had first met. She missed him already…yet felt awful about feeling this way since what he had done to them was completely unforgivable.

The family was incomplete yet again…she had not father…Xander had no father. As Laura sat there in silence, she felt nothing but complete emptiness and loneliness even with three other people sitting there. Without a word, she stood up and left for her room, closing the door gently. Anna lowered her eyes with compassion and worry, eyeing Chester with a dark gaze. He noticed the grave expression on her face and gave a heavy sigh.

“ Someone should talk to her.” He muttered.

“ I think you should.” Anna replied lightly.

Chester frowned a little with surprise and looked around. “ Uh…why me? This has nothing to do with me.”

“ Well, she’s in pain and I can see it. There’s a gap in her life right now and what she really needs is a father figure.” She explained softly.

“ Is there a reason why you won’t talk to her?” He demanded.

“ She won’t open up to me.” She replied simply and stood up, scooping Xander into her arms, making sure he didn’t wake up with the sudden movement.

“ I’ll put this little monster to bed.” She sighed and said her good night to Chester. He nodded slowly and stared at Laura’s door for a long moment before finally having enough courage to go down there. When he reached the bottom step to her stairs, he noticed her lying on her bed with her face in the pillow.

“ Hey…” he whispered gently.

Laura glared into her pillow and swallowed hard while gripping it tightly with her fists. “ Go away…”

“ Sorry, I just thought you might have wanted some company…maybe even someone to talk to.” He explained and approached her bed slowly.

“ I don’t…good bye.” She muttered with a muffled voice.

Chester sighed heavily and sat down on her bed…of course doing the exact opposite of what she wanted. “ I know this is hard…okay I’ve been there alright? I’ve been abused and tortured my entire life. I know exactly what you’re going through and I know that right now you’re crying but trying not to let me know you are.” He stated softly.

Laura lifted her head and sniffed, staring up at him with glassy wet eyes. He lowered his eyes sadly and let out a weary sigh, nodding slowly.

“ Told ya so.”

“ So what? I’m upset! I just saw my father being arrested…you know after he tried to kill all of us.” She replied with a stuffed voice full of tears. He stared at her as she sat up slowly and wiped her cheeks, attempting to rid them of the staining tears.

“ So you want to talk about it?” he asked cautiously.

Laura lowered her head and shook it angrily with annoyance. Why was everyone always forcing her to talk about rough patches in her life? Why must there always be an explanation to pain? Why can’t someone just grieve without an interrogation.

“ Alright that’s fine…” Chester whispered with acknowledgment and relaxed a little as they sat there in silence for several minutes. Suddenly, like a pot of boiling water, Laura’s tears bubbled up around her lid and slid down her face causing sleek wet trails glowing through the reddening blush, crawling down to rest at her trembling chin. Instinctively Chester wrapped his arms around her as she began sobbing hard into his shirt, gripping it as if this was her last moment on Earth.

Just like her father, she would bottle up her emotions until it just came out with a vast explosion of tears and sobs. It wasn’t as if it were a bad quality though…sometimes releasing all those bottled up emotions was good for a person, allowing them to come to terms with what happened and to feel a little relieved with getting all of it out.

“ It’s okay…” Chester whispered softly and stroked her black hair with care.

“ He said I-I’d never be alone…” she cried with heavy breaths.

He lowered his eyes and attempted to comfort her the best he could.

“ N-never alone…” she continued painfully.

“ You’re not alone Laura…believe me when I say that. You’re not alone…” he whispered back, feeling a lump growing in his throat. She sniffed a little and sighed into his chest, feeling her sobbing dying down with those few words of comfort.

Perhaps he was right…then again her whole world could fall apart. Even with Chester continuing his comforting words, she still felt incomplete…and terribly broken…

Dear angel of mine,
Where do I start to express how I feel?
Well, my love's gone blind.
Now all that I feel is what I hear.
Your words rip and tear, and
through my heart so weak and pure.
Now I find myself wanting to die…

I bleed for the second time tonight
holding the love that's in my mind.
If only my love could be with you.
If only this pain, this pain died too
So I break you away, away, away from me.

As I sit here alone
thinking about everything that you said.
You know since I'm alone.
Well, maybe after all, I was better off dead.
Cause without you my life's gone down...
What do I do, when I find myself wanting to die?

I bleed for the second time tonight
holding the love that's in my mind.
If only my love could be with you.
If only this pain, this pain died too
I bleed for the second time tonight
holding the love that's in my mind.
If only my love could be with you.
If only this pain, this pain died too
I break you away, away, away from me.

And I don't know…I'll break you away!
Said, I'll break you away, away, away from me.
And I don't know.

{Song: I'm Not Alright}
{Artist: Sanctus Real}

{Song: Dear Angel}
{Arists: April Sixth}

~~ Okay so yeah it was short...hope you've enjoyed this so far and more to come soon. I'm feeling kinda tired now and will stop typing and let you all relax until I write the next chapter. What will Mike's sentence be? OOOness...anywhoo reviews are highly appreciated and THANK YOU! :)~~