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

Chapter 30

Gerard's POV:
The hairdresser smiles.
"Your hair looks so..." she bends to my ear and whispers to me "HOT" she finishes as I flip the bangs.
Alice is reading her comic in the corner with her legs huddled to her chest. She looks so adorable like that. I get up off the stool and look in the mirror. Hey she was right my hair looks amazing right now.
I walk over to Alice and grab the three shopping bags, she looks up and gasps loudly.
"Woah Gerard! That looks amazing!" she jumps up and kisses me messing with my hair. I smile through her kiss and pick her up. She looks at me with a funny expression as she packs up her comic and puts it back in the shopping bag. We walk out of the salon and race carrying our shopping bags with us, we race out the door and see extremely misty fog everywhere.
"Where are we?" I exclaim to her, she shrugs and we start cautiously walking towards a direction. I see a tall family van scoop past and I know exactly where we are. The road. I grab Alice's hand and her shopping bags as we run across the road. She screams as I rush us across it. When I don't see any more cars I relax and pick her up bridel style again walking along the side walk. She shivers and I can hear her teeth chattering. I let her down and out of my arms taking off my large jacket. The cold immediately hits every muscle in my chest and arms like a brick. Alice smiles at me as I wrap the warm, leather jacket around her and pick her up again.
I feel the cold and I hate it. I'm only wearing my black tank top now. The fog is torturous.
I start shivering myself and Alice hugs me tightly with her two shopping bags resting on my back.
I feel warm again as I hug her legs and back with my arms.
I feel her getting sleepy as she starts to relax in my arms. I run to the truck and rush inside slamming the door behind me. I woke Alice up. She stares at me with a dissapointed face and tells me to let her sleep. I laugh as I gently set her down on the lounge and sit next to her. She rests her head on my lap and I turn on the TV.
"Do you feel like watching night of the living dead?" I ask her flipping through the different channels.
She yawns and turns on her back looking up at me, I smile down at her and she lifts her hand up to my cheek.
"I'll watch whatever you want with you" she rubs my cheek and pokes my nose. Okay then. I turn up the TV and we start watching the movie.

Tony's POV:
I can't believe I did that to him. I run out of the alley as fast as I can watching him struggle and collapse on the wall. He closes his eyes and I feel like a murderer. I continue running out of the alley, further away from him. I almost run onto the road as I feel a breeze blowing past me and clearing the fog.
I jump back and feel my heart pound as multiple cars speed past me. I run into the alley with Frank again. Well I can't see anything. I sit down next to him and check his pulse.
His eyes snap open and he grips my hand.
"What do you want?" he glares "Had a sudden change of heart?".
I feel guilty as I stare at him, suffering.
"I can't leave you here..." I started, I could feel my tears forming as I continued staring at what I did to him. He pushed me away from him as he stood up against the wall. I could see the pain shooting up his back as he winced and collapsed against the wall. I can't leave him here like this.
"Frank, come with me, you'll die out here" I warn him offering my hand.
He laughs at my hand gesture.
"I'd rather die" he gives me a cold look as I feel him slipping out of consciousness. I look at him with a sad smile.
"Well, I won't let you" I take his hand in mine as I pull him up the wall.
He winces and grabs onto me "I'll take you somewhere... Else" I pause staring at his pain as he starts limping alongside me "I've called us a taxi" I smile at him. He continues glaring at me holding his stomach and breathing heavily. Why have I done this to him? Is this how he felt when he hurt me? Did he even care that he hurt me? I don't understand him...
"Tony..." he faintly breathes "I tried! I tried for you!" he screamed at me barely through a whisper. He takes out a small packet from his jeans. There are about 15 different pills in it. I stare at him for a while as he pushes them into my stomach.
"Take them!" he demands "you deserve to know..." he pushes me away and turns to face the road limping across it, dragging himself across.
I want to stop him but it's probably best if I don't. I hear the screaming tires on the road and cars swirving through the fog. They clear the road's fog for a while as I see Frank limping his way across. He starts running for some reason so I follow him. He looks in agonizing pain. Not just physically but emotionally as well.
I can't help but feel bad for him, even though I caused it. He starts running faster and faster, cutting heaps of corners and lane ways.
I lost him, if he tries anything, it's all on me, then I really would be a murderer. I stop in my tracks as I see him running into more mist. This is ALL my fault.