It's the end... (kidnapping story)

Chapter 17

Frank's POV:
She... She left me. I sob dropping to my knees. The only girl I truly loved and who loved me... Left me.
I'm sobbing to myself, probably looking pretty pathetic as I watch her walk away.
When she stares out at the traffic, she pauses and looks back at me, I look up at her with pleading eyes, she just gives me another cold stare and turns away walking straight across the road.
I took everything from her... What, what was I thinking.
I look over to the lake, I made her want to drown herself. I take out the knife in my pocket and hold it to my chest. This scar is my only way to remember her and in a way even then I forced her to make it.
I'm such a sickening monster!
I scream to myself, I need someone like her in my life. I need her sweet voice in my head. But I'll never hear it again. She hates me... And I can tell.
I look over at my guitar and play the strings silently as I feel my eyes water again.
"Can I be the only hope for you?
Because you're the only hope for me" I start crying again as I gently strum the guitar.
What have I done? Why can't I stop?
I keep playing for a while, and just sit there leaning on the guitar, crying to myself.
My phone suddenly vibrates and I immediately pick it up.
Gerard's calling...
I answer the phone hesitantly as I hear him scream into the phone at me.
"Where the fuck are you?!" he screams at me.
"First, Owwww! And second, I'm coming back now" I reply with sadness and sarcasm drenching my voice.
I pick up my guitar and place it in it's case locking it tightly.
I pick up the case and sigh as I walk away slowly, looking clearly depressed.
As I cross the road I kind of hope that a truck will hit me, it doesn't.
I sigh with dissapointment as I reach the street and walk along it.
The phone isn't hung up yet, I didn't bother. Gerard's voice is still amplifying through my ears as I walk, I don't care to answer him anymore. I'm just DONE.

Gerard's POV:
I hear traffic through the phone as I scream to Frank telling him to hurry the fuck up.
Alice is sitting next to me messing with her bangs, her legs are closed, like she'd never open them again... For anyone... For me.
I stare at her perfectly tan legs and see that there's dry blood dribbled down them, I quickly look away feeling like throwing up.
There's dry blood around her mouth and her chin, her jet black hair falls over her eyes as she starts looking down at the floor. She knows I'm staring at her.
I quickly shake my head away as I talk into the phone.
"Frank? Are you on your way?" no answer.
Alice starts shaking as she covers her face with her perfect hands. She starts crying, making me feel shallow and empty inside. Did I do that? I look at her revealing maid dress and sigh, she looks up at me with tears in her eyes.
I look down, I can't handle her tears, I know it makes me seem like less of a human, but I hide my feelings from her because I need to be strong for both of us. She looks at me and seems confused, does she want me to cry for her? No, I refuse to let a single tear drop over her. I stand over her, she cowers from me, but I won't let her.
I bend down to her waist level and rest my hands on her legs, she seems tense and tries to look away.
"Look at me!" I snap feeling my emotions pour out.
"Look at me right now Alice" I lift her chin with my index finger and look into her eyes.
"What did they do to you!" I almost screamed at her, I couldn't control my anger at this point.
She was quiet until she poured out tears stammering as she told me every detail.
I felt sick, I felt furious. I stopped leaning over her and backed away. This was all so disturbing, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Those fucking sick shovanistic pigs" I shout in a fit of rage.
I slammed my hand against the wall and pushed the chairs out of the way, I destroyed the alcohol bottles on the bench and got glass in my hand. I threw open the door and ran outside dropping to my knees and immediately throwing up, the smell of puke flowed through my nose making me cough up more regurgetated food and drink. My hand stung with the pain of glass as I punched the ground. Every part of me cares so much for Alice.
I can't believe something so WRONG would happen to her.
She'll never be able to know how much I love her, since I first saw her in the parking lot, I AM her savior, but this time I was too late...