Leviathan (Frerard)

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PART IV:
MY MIND'S ALWAYS SPINNING AROUND

CHAPTER 3: "BECAUSE FUCK HIM. THAT'S WHY."

Franks pov:

"Gerard." "What?" He said looking pissed off. I know I'm not sober but he was being kind of an asshole. Maybe he's just upset because of Bert. "Fuck you then." I said upset myself I stood up and left. "Don't fucking walk away from me." He said even more angry then before. I rolled my eyes and walked on he blocked the door. I walked to the window. "Frank." He said in a pleading voice that I've never heard before. "Then don't be rude to me." I said and sat down on my bed. He kissed me. "I'm sorry Frank. You don't deserve to be treated like that. You deserve better than me." I stared at him his red hair in his face. He looked so sad. I reached out for him. We hugged again. "I need to go." "Where?" He grinned. "It doesn't matter. I have to go." "Wait. Do you love me?" He laughed and grinned again. "I'll always love you, Ber... Frank. I'm sorry, I-..." He left through my window. I sighed and got a call on my phone. He hasn't accidentally mistaken me as Bert in awhile. "Frank..." It was Mikey he was crying I think.
"What's wrong?" "Gerard, he told me I won't see him ever again." "Mikey- I... I'll be there right now." I hung up and called Gerard. "Gee, where are you?" I asked quietly. "I figured you'd call." He laughed. "Mikey called me." "I know. Maybe I'll see you later. But Mikey and Ray are never going to see me." "Wait, don't hang up." He laughed lightly. "I'm not. I feel bad, Frankie but I have to go. I promise I'll see you later." He hung up. I started crying. What did he mean by what he told me? I sighed and waited in my room for him. Until I had to go to school.

I walked behind the school finding a wasted Mikey and Ray they were both talking about Gerard and I. "I wonder why Gerard only wants to talk to Frank." Mikey laughed. "It's because he loves him." "I wonder if he's alright. I think it has something to do with him being Bert's quote on quote murderer." Ray said. I'm surprised he knows. I walked up fully and sat down next to Mikey. "Frankie!" Ray said and gave me a hug. I smiled and hugged him back. "Are you alright? You don't look too good." "No, I'm not..." I said and broke down crying. "I'm worried about him." "Me too." Mikey said and then took a swig from the vodka bottle him and Ray were sharing before I showed up. The three of us drank our worries about Gerard away. It's the first day we were quiet. The only time we'd be quiet is if we helped Bert. But even then he wanted me to help not Mikey, Ray, or even Gerard. I wonder what Bert would think of him now. I really wish he didn't kill himself.

Flashback:

"Frank?" "Yeah." I said looking up at Gerard. "I can't find Bert. He keeps getting beat up. It's really starting to piss me off. I think I need to do something about it but he won't let me help him. Also I need to take care of something first." He sighed and grinned. "Maybe I could help him, just a little bit. I think I know where he is." "Okay." He said thinking to himself. Maybe about that something he needs to take care of first, that keeps hurting Bert. I felt confused but walked to the gym anyway.

I found Bert on the floor beat up again. I've been meaning to ask him why he doesn't defend himself. Maybe I should ask him today. "Can you walk." He laughed. "Yeah. Is anyone going to be here?" "No, it's after school." "That fucking asshole Kyle and his friends like beating me up." "Bert can I ask you a question." I looked at his bloody face. "Sure." He said kind of sarcastic like. I smiled he lit up his pipe. That's definitely why he asked if anyone would be in here. I wiped away the blood on his face with a towel. His face is still bruised I put ice to his face hoping the swelling would go down. "Why do you let Kyle beat you up?" "Because fuck him, that's why." I think I get it. He thinks he deserves it when he really doesn't. "You don't deserve it." He laughed. "Of course you'd know what I meant by what I said."

End of flashback:

I understand even more why it hurts Gerard so much. He feels like he didn't help Bert. I laughed and took a swig from the vodka that felt suddenly very strong. They felt like they never could help each other. But funnily enough they did help each other. I cried really realizing how sad that situation is. And I understand why Bert killed himself he felt like he deserved it. I pulled out my phone and texted Gerard taking another swig of the vodka.

Me: I understand why now.

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I hope you like the story so far even though it's fucking depressing :D
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- Sid <3