I Will Keep You Safe Tonight - Frerard / Fun Ghoul and Party Poison Fanfiction

Chapter 19 : The Waiting Game

"Shhh...Frankie..." Gerard whispered softly in my ear. "It'll be okay, just calm down."

His words and touch weren't helping. Not this time.

I couldn't believe this. Christa still didn't know. Her husband is dead and gone and she still doesn't know.

I had broken down after a few seconds of the line going dead. My body was overcome with uncontrollable shakes, the tears seeming like burning acid as it ran over the skin of my cheeks. I felt Gerard scoop me up into his arms and clutch me close to his chest, his heartbeat was hammering away in his ribcage at almost the same velocity as mine.

Through my tears, I managed to make out the outline of Gerard. He was pushing stray locks of hair from my face and was gliding his index finger and thumb across my jawline. He wiped away stray tears from my face as he did so, new tears quickly replacing them.

"She-she still...she...d-doesn't know..." I whimpered, my fingers clenching around the material of Gerard's cotton shirt.

He pressed a kiss against my forehead. If I hadn't have been in a hysteric state, I could have sworn that he let out a muffled sob too.

"She'll find out as soon as we get there, Frank. Right now there's nothing we can do." Gerard mumbled into my hair. "It's a waiting game..."

This whole thing was some horrible waiting game. I had had enough waiting. I wanted my little boy in my arms and I wanted the soothing atmosphere that Jamia gave off. But I knew I was still a long way from home.

My body was fitted against Gerard's just so. It was like we were the connecting pieces of the puzzle that fitted together perfectly.

Neither of us moved. We didn't dare.

We stayed rigid for a long time before I heard Mikey stand up and wander away. I gulped. Poor Mikey...

I felt Gerard tense against me. He must have felt it too. I still needed to talk to him about the whole situation with Mikey. Some part of me wondered if it would be wise telling him at all. Gerard didn't have the most predictable behaviour.

It must have been about an hour after the signal had cut out before one of us actually moved. I silently said a prayer as Gerard stood from his kneeling position, still clutching me in his arms protectively as he marched his way over to the Trans-Am.

I opened one eye as we approached. My mind was spinning around in circles. Why weren't we just setting up camp here? ...oh.

The signal had been interrupted by Dracs. They would be on us within the hour.

As Gerard set me down in the passenger seat, I spotted Mikey in the back from the corner of my eye. He wasn't looking at either of us. I didn't blame him. I couldn't believe I had been so insensitive about his love.

I had suddenly abandoned all ideas of sleeping now.  My mind was calling on me to dwell on other topics. Topics which I would much rather avoid.

Gerard quietly climbed into the driver's seat after gathering a few of our belongings from the campsite.  His face was hard to make out in the dim lighting but I caught a good glimpse at the look if grief that flashed across his face. He looked pale and ill, it made my concern for someone else greater again. It looked like he wouldn't be sleeping tonight either.

Gerard pushed the gear stick forwards and was about to push his foot down on the accelerator before he stopped and turned to me. He reached over the cupholders and the handbrake and he pressed his rough, chapped lips to my own. His kiss seemed different. It seemed distant to me tonight.  I pushed this thought away and blamed it on my mood.

"Frankie...?"

"Hmm...?"

"We need to talk..."