Forever And Always(Frerard)

Chapter 27: A Sliver Of Hope

CHAPTER 27:

------Frank's POV-----

It broke my heart to hear Gerard in the state of mind he was in. I could almost see him pacing, wringing his hands for hours on end. He was a mess, and it was very blatant.

After I told Gerard to never give the people holding me hostage what they wanted, the woman named Eliza (who I had nicknamed Queen Bitch in my head) slapped me. The phone flew from its position lodged between my cheek and shoulder. I could hear Gerard screaming at her not to hurt me as she slapped and punched me as hard as she could.

I stood my ground. I had to be strong to show Gerard he could be too. It hurt like hell; my whole body seared with pain.

When I thought it was finally over, Queen Bitch motioned over Jamia and whispered something in her ear. The only word I caught was "murder." I realized they were going to kill me and they were going to make Gerard listen.

QB produced a .38 special from behind her back, probably previously covered by her jet-black leather jacket. Jamia walked behind me, a sickened look on her face. She was disgusted by this, by making Gerard hurt so much. She positioned her hands around my head, ready to cover my mouth.

Eliza pointed the gun at the wall next to me. She steadied her hand and squeezed the trigger. The shot rang in my ears like a school bell. In a second, Jamia's hands were over my mouth and nose, preventing me of making any noise at all.... And breathing.

Everything fell silent for a few moments all except for Gerard's agonizing screams coming from the cell phone that had been flung across the room. Queen Bitch took a deep breath, straightened her back dramatically, and clacked over the where the phone rested.

"That's what happens to bitches who don't do what they're told, Gerard," she said, her voice saturated in venom and hate. Then she snapped the phone shut. She started for the door, motioning for Jamia to release my airways. I gasped for air as she and Lindsey left.

Jamia returned to her post by the door. She carried herself confidently, but stood awkwardly and never made eye contact with me. I stared at her, daring her to meet my eyes. When she did, I saw fear, hate, disgust, and anger.

I knew she didn't have the heart or the guts to hit me, so I spoke to her without fear. "Why are you doing this, Jamia?"

She looked shocked as the words fell from my mouth and vibrated off the walls. "Wh... What? We're doing this to get Gerard."She broke eye contact again and suddenly became very interested in staring at her own Gucci high heels.

"I didn't ask why Eliza and Lindsey are doing this. They're spiteful bitches who hate Gerard for some reason that I haven't figured out yet. I asked why YOU are doing this. It's obvious this entire thing disgusts you to your very core, and you don't think it's right. You're scared of the other two because you know they can and will hurt you if you help me, but you aren't a major player in this. You're just a little girl who got roped into something that is bigger than she thought. Maybe it started as a friendship and wishful thinking that someone would put Gerard in his place, but then it evolved into actual planning and thinking it through. Soon enough, you were in too deep and you couldn't get out without getting hurt or killed. You have nothing against Gerard, Jamia."

Her eyes flicked up to meet mine. "That's where you're wrong, Frank. All the other stuff is true, it's all true. I did get roped into this and I am in way over my head, but I do have something against Gerard."

"What is it? Gerard never knew you as far as I know. Are you a fan he dissed or something? Is that it?"

Her face took on a look of disbelief. "You really don't recognize me, do you?"

I stared at her, very confused. She stepped closer and leaned down so her face was even with mine and I could feel her hot breath on my lips.

"You dated me sophomore year of high school. I used to catch you staring at Gerard wistfully, and one day I confronted you about it. You told me you loved him, and had long before you met me. You crushed my heart and made me think I turned you gay. You fucking ripped out my heart and stomped on it with your gayness, you dick. That's what I have against Gerard. He took you away from me."

With that, she turned on her heels and bolted out the door. Even after she slammed the door, I could hear her sobs out in the hallway.

After a few minutes, a small shiny object slid under the door and stopped halfway between where I was seated and the door. I was about to scoot closer to it to see what it was, but the door flung open and Eliza walked in. Jamia was gone from the hallway. I prayed she wouldn't notice the object inches from her leather boots.

"What the fuck did you say to Jamia?!" She screamed at me. "What the fuck did you say, you fucking bitch?!?"

I repeated to her my speech about why Jamia was helping her, almost verbatim. After I was done and she still hadn't made a move to talk, I asked, "Why?"

Eliza snapped her head up to look at me. Her eyes were full of remorse and pain.

"She shot herself. She's dead."