Child's Play ➳ Frerard

Chapter Two

Gerard sat at the Urie's counter in the bar stool with today's newspaper in his hands. Frank was really in jail, wasn't he?

18 year old boy in Portland, Maine charged with double homicide when found in small two bedroom apartment with bloody hands and two dead parents laying on the floor in front of him. The weapon is still unidentified but police say it was a meat cleaver, no one has been able to get any answers out of him as to why he committed the crime but he is still waiting in the jail cell for his punishment which may be death penalty or lifetime in prison.

Gerard set the newspaper down and abruptly stood up. Frank might get the death penalty? Is that even legal there?

He pushed past anybody in the way and made a run down the street, he didn't need to give anyone an explanation as to why he just ran, they should know since everybody knew what had happened before he even did.

Gerard had to get to Maine, and he had to get there fast.

The rain had settled but hadn't stopped all the way-hence the droplets on his leather jacket.

As soon as he hand hit the door handle and the door wrenched open with an unnecessary force, everyone in the room; Mikey, mom, Ray and grandma all jumped and stared at Gerard with wide-eyes - oh god, he heard, didn't he? - yes mother, I heard.

"Mom...I need a plane ticket." Gerard panted, apparently to out of shape to run down the street. "I can't - I can't let him die, he hasn't even explained why-why he did it..."

Mom frowned as she looked at the state her older son was in. "Honey -"

"No!" Gerard yelled. "Do you know what his parents put him through?! They were so horrible to him, I can't let him die mom, he's my best friend." His voice cracked, "he's to young to die and doesn't deserve to go like this."

"Honey, I know, but you can't go - it's so far and you still have school...what if you can't save him? What if you're too late?" His mom argued in a calm tone. "Sometimes they just won't listen to young boys like you."

Gerard's bottom lip quivered as the whole room (of four people) stared at him. He wasn't gonna let his friend die, he deserved so much better. But instead if arguing more, he just slammed the door with the same amount of force as he did when he opened it and stormed down to his bedroom.

If his mom wouldn't let him go, he'd just have to sneak away when none of them were paying attention. He grabbed a small bag and stuffed whatever he could find into it before setting it on his bed and collapsing into the bed after it.

He would steal the car when everyone was sleeping and he would drive to Maine - he didn't even care how long it would take him...well, actually he kind of did because Frank's life pretty much depended on it.

Gerard wound up falling asleep after thinking his plan through, over and over again. He didn't really know how long he'd been asleep but it was nearly one in the morning when his mom gently nudged his shoulder and startled him awake.

"Gerard, someone's on the phone for you." She whispered, giving the home phone to a tired Gerard. His mom then retreated back up the stairs and closed the door with a quiet thud.

"Hello?" Gerard croaked into the phone. "Who is this?"

"Gerard...I'm glad you didn't change your number, but they moved me. To somewhere that I know very well and actually have family. It was a stupid move, but I'm glad they did it..." there was an evil cackle, "they won't be glad though..."

"Frank?" Gerard asked, suddenly much more awake then he'd been a few seconds ago. "Is that you?"

"I'm glad you remember me, I would've thought you'd forgotten me...I mean, it's been eight years."

Gerard was quiet for a minute. There was something different about Frank, and that difference kind of scared him. The killing wasn't a problem...it was the tone of his voice. "I couldn't ever forget my best friend, Frank -"

"What about Pete and Patrick? Huh Gerard?" Frank sounded angry - but how would he know who the two are? He's been in a completely different state.

"They've never replaced you - I've cried over you for eight years, nothing and I mean nothing or anyone could replace you Frank."

Frank was the quiet one this time. "Visit me tomorrow at the jail...I can't talk now...my times almost up."

The phone went silent and Gerard dropped the phone to the ground, how was Frank in the state? Did they really move him because Gerard and his family were here? Could they do that...?

He really didn't know whether to be scared or excited. He would get to see Frank, but something about him has changed.

What would happen to Gerard if he didn't go? Would Frank be able to get out and hurt him? Frank wouldn't hurt him, right?

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Gerard woke up, but he didn't want to be awake. Frank wouldn't hurt him, he would not hurt him. Right now, Gerard was having a hard time believing that. "Mom...Frank wouldn't hurt me, would he?"

Donna Way looked to Gerard with wide eyes, "why would you say that honey?"

"He was acting weird on the phone last night - he wants me to come to the jail today - wait, how is he in the Belleville jail? Didn't it just happen yesterday?"

Donna shook her head, "no, it happened a few days ago. It just took the cops a few days to find out...smell was getting to the neighbors, you know?"

Gerard nodded. "Why did they move him - to us, I mean?"

She shrugged, "Frank can be a pretty scary kid when you make him mad...remember?"

Gerard nodded again and did not want to remember what happened the last time he really made Frank mad. Surprisingly, Gerard and Frank had remained friends.

Gerard sat in silence for a minute - sometimes quiet is violent - before getting up and shuffling down the stairs to get ready for the day that he would see Frank again - even though he was still a little scared. It was Frank though - you should be excited.

Little reference up there...hm...I'm not sure it was a good idea to make Frank move states, it just seems a little unbelievable but I didn't want to write about Gerard driving to Maine and stuff so...