You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

Twelve (Frank's POV)

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This chapter is still in Frank's POV sorry :3
Just have things to clarify on his side of the story.

Gerard looked at me, shocked. He checked his body and clothing to make sure He wasn't naked. Nope, all good.

"Uh... Hi!" I snapped as he slowly closed the door behind him. Brendon sat up, sniffed and fixed the hair Gee had been clawing at.

"Ever heard of knocking?" Brendon shrieked, hitting his bony, pale hand against the mattress, making clouds of dust appear. I rolled my eyes and grabbed Gerard's hand.

"We need to talk." I said sternly. he flinched as my nails dug into his skin. He has a soft spot in the space between his thumb and index finger.

"Hey! You're hurting him!" Brenden shouted at me, still slouching on his bed and staring at me.

"No no, it's fine." Gee whispered as he turned to me.
"Private or can Brendon come?"

I shook my head, giving Brendon the ultimate look of death.

"Private." I mumbled as I pointed to the door and nudged my head in its direction.

Gerard and I got outside and sat him down on a nearby bench. Apparently we were allowed to roam free around campus on weekdays.

"What?" He whispered.

"I called my mum. She said the only reason I'm still in this hellhole is because I was alone with a body and they found my fingerprints on the weapon-" I spoke so fast I didn't have time to register what I had said before it spilled out.

"What are you trying to say?" He aksed softly, as he lay his skinny hand on mine.

"Well, maybe I can get out of here. i'm sure we can find a way to get you out too." I answered, excited.

Truth is, I actually had no idea if there was a way to get him out. After 5 years in here, I'm sure he had tried every way possible with no sign of success.

"Uhm... How would you convince them you didn't do it?" He looked suspicious as he combed a hand through his flaming red hair.

"I found a body. Behind the kitchen. I went to do the dishes and the fat guard was there to greet me, only he was kind of dead..."

What looked like a possible future smile faded into a frown. I was mostly trying to squeeze the whole story about the body out of him, had he done it?

Apart from that, maybe reporting the body would get me out of here?

"A body? The officer?" His face turned bright red as he scratched his forehead, stressed.

"Yeah, I was thinking maybe the story could get me out. You know, get me points."

"How could you be so selfish? Think of the culprit! How would they feel? What if it was an accident?" He snapped at me.

I had pushed the wrong button. Yeah, I was being selfish but still, I love him and I can get us both out if he admits the murder.

"Gerard, is there something you need to tell me?" Ok, that's a big enough hint.

He shrugged, visibly annoyed. I wrapped my arm around him but he shook it off. Offended, I sighed loudly and looked at his shoe. It was still bloody.

"Gee, what happened to your shoes?" I questioned him, squeezing out the story.

"Oh. Uhm... It's a long story. I-I saw the body too." Ok, not what I was expecting.

"What do you mean, you saw it?" I asked, getting tense.

"Well... Turns out I had to serve breakfast as a chore... So I was in the hallway and saw a guy in a jumpsuite, like us, but his face was masked with a red and black bandana. He carried a knife." His eyes twitched a bit, remembering the horror he had seen.

"Being my stupid self, I didn't try to stop the guy 'cause he had a weapon, unlike me. I then got to the kitchen door that was still swinging and splattered in blood. I opened it and there it was. I took so long to register the image and realize what I had just seen. I accidentally stepped in the stuff and dragged a path as I walked." Frank nodded, looking away from me.

"Well then why didn't you tell someone?" I face-palmed at the crap we had just gotten in.

"Frank, I don't know, okay? I had just found a freaking dead body! What do you expect me to do? Be relaxed and sing a lullaby?" He suddenly lost it and raged. He was then leaning with both hands against the wall and breathing heavily.

"Gerard, I-I don't know what to say... I mean, if they check for prints and see your show marks... But I can say came with me to see it but then stepped in the blood while running away because you're afraid of blood?" I suggested.

"But I'm not." He snapped, still staring at the wall. It was true, Gee wasn't afraid of blood, he actually didn't mind it.

"Gee, just give it a chance... A story like this could help us out."

"Frank! Don't you get it? You'll get out! I'll stay, worst case scenario is death penalty, OK?" He screamed, shooting daggers at me through his eyes. His beautiful hazel eyes were bloodshot and irritated.

"20 000 points gets you 6 month less! I have a life sentence! Either I get 6 months of good food or something, or they don't believe me and kill me! Frank, I'm not all that innocent!" He was panting. He collapsed onto the bench and grabbed the sides. I buried my head into my hands. Why hadn't I thought of that?

"Gerard, I'm so sorry... I just-" I started, before he cut me off.

"No. Okay? Don't. All you do is ruin things. You ruined my love for you, Brendon's love for me and now will get me killed. Don't say anything." He cried, jabbing a finger at my face. He then turned on his heel furiously and barged back into his cell.

Hell, what have I done? He was right, I do ruin things. I should shut up. My speech isn't worth listening to. I had been awfully selfish and was risking the man I love's life over getting out of a place early, even if I will eventually either way. Gerard won't.

I'm not worth living.