Forever And Always(Frerard)

Chapter 26: My Worst Fucking Nighmare

CHAPTER 26:

------Gerard's POV----

I paced the apartment for a long time, to the point that I was sure I was beinginng to wear a trench in Frank's floor. I was a mess; I couldn't think straight. I was a mix of emotions. They had taken Frank, and only God knew what They were doing to him, which was awful of course and made me physically sick to my stomach. However, this had all him realize that he loved me. I just hoped that we both lived to say it to each other's faces.

My phone rang at 2:03PM that day. At first I didn't answer because I didn't really believe it was ringing. I was willing it to ring so hard in my mind that I wouldn't had been surprised if my own head was playing tricks on me. When I heard the ring a second time, I slowly walked over to it. The small screen on the front said it was a blocked number; I knew it was Them.

My hand shook like a leaf in a hurricane. The shaking was so hard that it took me a while to flip the phone open and raise it to my ear. I was expecting the voice of the man who had called me a few weeks ago, but instead, I was met with Frank's voice.

I couldn't speak, I just breathed lightly into receiver.

"Gerard? Are you there?" His voice shook almost as bad as my hands, and his tone was dripping with pain. They were hurting him, and I hated Them even more for it.

"Yes, Frankie. I'm here."

"Gerard, there are three women here. They say they know you, and they said if you give them what they want, they'll let me go." He paused and sighed. "Gerard, don't ever give them what they want. Never. I'll be fine, but don't ever let them get you. Run, Gerard. Run for me. I lov-"

"You cunt!" A shrill voice cut through the air and seeped through the speaker into my ear. Someone sent the phone skittering across the floor. I heard more screaming and cursing and bad names. Then, I heard skin met skin as the woman slapped Frank.

I heard Frank spit. "Takes one to know one." His tone was dipped in thick venom, the shaking and pain completely absent. I respected Frank a little more for that. He was staring his possible death in the face. He knew he could be killed at any moment. But he wasn't afraid.

The screaming and slapping and insults kept up for a while. I could hear everything. I was crying because I knew he was getting hit, but he was standing his ground. He was being the little rebel I remembered from our Revenge era. With his more than half shaved head, heavy makeup and his theatrics on stage weren't just for the stage. He was really like that. He craved being different and he loved standing out.

I was lost in thinking about his rebellious side when I heard a loud bang go off on the other side of the line. Heels clacked across the floor and the phone was picked up.

"That's what happens to bitches who don't do what they're told, Gerard." A woman's voice came through the phone gritty with labored breathing.

I was hit with the sudden realization of what she had said and what had happened.

She had shot Frank.