Child's Play ➳ Frerard

Chapter Seven

Gerard sat silently, now in the front seat with Frank with crossed arms.

"Babe- what's with the sour face?" Frank asked, running his hand along Gerard's chin.

"Please don't call me that." Gerard said quietly and reached up for the hand, "and don't touch me either."

"What the fuck is your problem?" Frank snapped and stopped the car in the middle of the road. "I've been nothing but nice to you and you treat me like shit! Why? I thought you loved me..."

"Love means something different to me now." Gerard mumbled quietly. "Love means when you like someone more then a friend and want to be with them forever- not two friends who haven't seen each other in ten years and then get kidnapped by said friend."

"But I do love you." Frank insisted. "I love you more then anything in the world."

"You don't." Gerard shook his head and then noticed then that they were parked in the middle of the highway and a car could come at any minute.

"I do."

"How much?" Gerard asked, turning to stare at Frank with curious eyes.

"I love you so much that I escaped by killing everyone that got in my way." Frank answered without a blink of an eye. "I killed more people just to see you."

"But you kidnapped me." Gerard frowned. "I was sleeping and you drugged me so you could take me- away from my mom and Mikey."

"But I couldn't see you if we were back in that shitty town. I'd have to go back and it would be the same process over and over again...do you know how much of the population of this world I would've killed in the max of a week? A lot Gerard, a fucking lot." Frank said with a serious expression and started up the car again. "I'll stop at the next gas station I see and so we can stretch out legs and go to the bathroom."

Gerard didn't answer and looked back out the window.

Frank was a serial killer. His best friend of about thirteen years is a serial killer and kidnapped him and...Gerard just didn't even know anymore.

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"Get out." Frank said quietly as he pulled the car up into the has station.

"What?" Gerard asked, taken aback by Frank's hostility.

"I need to get gas, go to the bathroom or whatever the fuck you have to do." Frank sighed.

"Oh...right." Gerard blushed and got out of the car slowly only to realize that he had been in his pajamas this whole time. He frowned and walked to the bathrooms anyway.

Not looking behind him once as he went into the bathroom and shut the door and locked it.

Gerard didn't really have to go to the bathroom all that bad but he decided he might as well anyway and slipped into the stall because of how awkward he was, even if the door did lock and it was a single person bathroom that was surprisingly clean.

As Gerard went to wash his hands, he looked up and noticed that there was a small window that was just above the sink and then he stopped, his hand hovering above the handle to the warm water and stared up at it contemplating whether or not he should escape.

Frank didn't love him. They were only friends. His best friend kidnapped him and now they were wherever the fuck they were, Gerard didn't know.

He wanted to go back home, but he didn't know where they were or how far from home this place was. Ignoring the cons to this situation, Gerard climbed up onto the counter and put his hands on the latches and turned them so that the hinges came unlocked and Gerard could push it up and punch the screen out.

As he was about to life his head out, the bathroom door smashed open and Frank stood there with a furious glare.

Gerard turned around to look but tried to get out as quickly as he could.

"Gerard- no!" Frank growled and rushed forward to grab ahold of Gerard's waist and yank him down off from the counter with a 'thump' noise from his getting pulled down and his face colliding with the hard granite counter.

Gerard said nothing as he brought his hands to cup his face because he felt blood pooling out of his nose and cried, the tears stinging when they fell into the cuts and mixed with the blood on his face.

"Gerard- why would you do that?" Frank asked, the angry tone still in his voice. "You came in here and tried to leave me, why?"

Gerard sobbed and moved his hands away, leaving Frank to gasp as Gerard's face was littered with cuts and splayed with blood and tears, it started falling down his neck and staining the collar of the white shirt he was wearing, but Frank said nothing and pulled Gerard into him so that they were hugging. "What's wrong?"

"I wanna go home, Frank. I miss my mom and Mikey and hell, I even miss Ray." As much as he hated Ray - as much as Mikey despised Frank.

"Well, you can't." Frank said, with no emotion to his voice. "I want you with me, and you can't be if you're home." He spat the word home as if it even hurt to say it.

"What if I don't want to be with you?" Gerard asked.

"Shut the fuck up, Gerard. Remember when I had to leave you? How much we both cried...and how we promised each other we'd see one another again some day..." Frank said quietly. "You're not happy now...and we've seen each other..."

"Because." Gerard mumbled, way to comfortable to be pretty much laying on Frank. "You took me in the middle of the night and drugged me in the process."

"Because I love you, Gerard, can't you see that?" Frank stressed. "I love you so much, please believe me, baby."

"I think I might love you too, Frank." Gerard said quietly, and looked up just in time to meet Frank's lips. "But I'm not quite sure."

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Hey, so um...I haven't updated this story in a while, I've been more preoccupied with Drowning Lessons and Bite Me, but inspiration for those have died down, and I have to make another cover for DL because mine disappeared so I just put some random picture of Gerard so um yeah...I hope you enjoyed this chapter and I'm kind of glad that I didn't go with my original plan on this chapter...