Together (Frerard, Petekey, Ryden)

15. Bleeding on the Bedroom Floor

"That's not how you wash a plate." Lindsey said, watching over Gerard's shoulder as he washed her dishes.

"Oh my god. Just show me how!" Gerard exclaimed. Lindsey shook her head.

Lindsey had been watching while Gerard did her dishes for approximately ten minutes now, and no matter what Gerard did, Lindsey found something wrong with it. With the cups he wasn't getting down to the bottom.

"Maybe I just don't like the bottom!" He had shouted, causing Lindsey to snicker.

"Does Frank?" She snorted as Gerard shook his head in disbelief, his cheeks turning a lovely shade of red.

"Fuck off." He muttered and furiously scrubbed a plate. Then they heard a knock on the door.

"That's bound to be Frances. I told her to come early to help make snacks for our cult meeting!" Lindsey made her way towards the door.

"Don't you have a dishwasher?" Gerard called, noticing that there was indeed a dishwasher, why the fuck was Lindsey making him do her dishes? To which Lindsey only shrugged.

Gerard really hated doing dishes, but at the very least, it was helping him get his mind off of Frank.

"Gerard! It's for you." Lindsey called from the front door.

Gerard wiped his hands off on a towel and walked towards the front door. He had no idea who it could be, he hadn't told anyone he was there.

"Gerard."

Gerard heard the voice before he even rounded the corner to where he could properly see the front door. He stopped in his tracks and debated how long it would take him to climb out the window in Lindsey's dining room. Then decided it would probably take too long and wouldn't really be worth the effort, so he rounded the corner and stood face to face with Bob Bryar.

"Oh my god Gerard I've been looking for you for hours!" Bob sighed, leaning against the door frame and panting like he had just been running.

"How did you know I was here?" Gerard raised an eyebrow because he wasn't even friends with Bob Bryar and there was almost no reason that Mikey's old drug dealer and Frank's current dealer would spend hours looking for him.

"I have sources Gerard, I know a lot." Bob breathed, still panting.

"Has something happened?" Because of course the only reason Gerard thought Bob would come see him would be to inform him of something bad going on.

"Yes actually." Bob took a breath. "I was just at Frank's"

Already Gerard's stomach had dropped because he knew that he was the reason that Frank had felt the need to get more drugs.

"And?" Gerard rushed, his voice shaking because if anything bad had happened to Frank...

"Brendon was there and they both did a shit ton of drugs. Gerard I would suggest you go over there right now because they might not be okay and I'm not responsible enough to stay there with them but you are."

There was a long pause while Gerard stared at Bob, looking for any sign he was lying, before Gerard pushed by Bob and took off running, for the second time that day, without a goodbye for Lindsey.

Bob stood in the doorway for a moment before Lindsey emerged into the entrance way.

"You wanna come in and do my dishes?" She asked.

Bob shrugged.

"Got nothing better to do."

-

There was something unsettling about walking into your kind-of-ex-boyfriend's house when you knew two people were supposed to be there and they were supposed to be either fucking, or passed out somewhere.

"Frank?" Gerard called and received no answer. "Fuck." He muttered to himself and pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, dialing 9-11 but not pressing call. Not yet anyway.

Gerard walked through the silent house and braced himself for what was to come as he reached Frank's closed bedroom door. He pushed open the door and at the sight in front of him, almost dropped to his knees in sheer relief.

Frank sat on the bed, alone, his back against the headboard, mindlessly flipping through the channels on his TV. He was conscious, but by the way his pupils were dilated and he was shaking, Gerard knew he was coming down from a high.

"Frank." Gerard called to him. Frank turned his head towards Gerard.

"You left." Frank said simply and continued to stare at Gerard for what seemed like hours, but what probably only a few seconds.

"Yea. I did." Gerard replied, taking a step closer to Frank. "But I love you, so I came back."

"I fucked up." Frank looked away and stared at the wall. "I really fucked up."

"Whatever Frank. I can forgive you. We can work through this." Gerard managed a smile, a smile frank didn't see because he was now obviously avoiding eye contact with Gerard.

"No," Frank sighed "Gerard, you weren't here. I really fucked up."

"What do you mean?"

It was at that precise moment that Brendon burst through the door, blood flowing out of his nose and a huge gash on his giant forehead.

"You!" He yelled, pointing at Frank. "I'm going to fucking kill you!"

Frank scrambled off the bed and onto his feet.

"Bren oh my god. Please calm down!" Frank pleaded and backed up, putting as much space possible between him and Brendon.

"What the hell is going on?" Gerard finally got over the shock of seeing so much fucking blood coming from Brendon's nose.

"Stay the hell out of this!" Brendon yelled, balling his hands into fist. He raised his fist to hit Gerard and it seemed to happen in slow motion as Brendon's fist collided with Gerard's temple. Gerard stumbled backwards into the wall and slumped to the floor.

"Don't do that again." Frank fucking growled from where he was standing. And then Frank took a running jump and tackled Brendon to the ground and there was nothing Gerard could do but watch as Frank beat Brendon to a fucking pulp.

After a minute or two, Gerard realized that if Frank didn't stop soon, there was no way Brendon would actually survive, and Gerard couldn't handle being a witness to murder.

"Frank!" He shouted, getting to his feet "Fucking stop!"

And Frank looked up and met Gerard's eyes and Frank was fucking crying and Brendon was fucking bleeding out on the bedroom floor and this was becoming too big of a mess way to fast. And now, despite the gravity of the situation, Gerard couldn't help but wonder how the hell the blood stain would ever come out of Frank's carpet.

this came out of nowhere and was really spur the moment and I feel great.