The Reason (Frerard)

The Reconcile (Chapter 13)

April 22, 2013

Frank's PoV

For twenty days straight I was Andy's slave, serving his every order as in doing his laundry to him hand cuffing me to my own bed, choking me while fucking me senseless. Twenty days of this torture was worth it for Gerard. 

"Slave, come here." Andy ordered me while I was throwing my bedding in the wash machine to clean the many, many, stains. 

"Yes, my Master." I replied, because I had learnt not to call him by his name, the hard way. Literally. 

"I'll tell you how to contact Gerard." he said, obviously not wanting to say so.

"How?" I said like an eager child on Christmas morning asking when they can get up to open presents. 

He let out a small sigh. "I'll just take you to him." 

That he did. I drove to Gerard's house as he told me to. I drove in silence while Andy complained over how grateful I should be he's doing this. When we arrived I noticed the flowers running along his walkway were dead, weeds starting to poke through the sidewalk. Mikey had refused to sell Gerard's house. I put the key I was given years before in the lock and turned it, a little hesitant because of this alien feeling of going into my dead ex-boyfriend's home. 

I opened the door and looked around in awe, it wasn't an empty house like I excepted, there was pizza boxes littered everywhere along with some cups filled with various drinks. Someone or something was definitely living here. 

"Just look for him. I'll just sit on the couch and wait." Andy said, annoyed. 

Andy sat on the couch and I walked through the hallway which had his bedroom, a spare bedroom, and small bathroom in it. I opened the door to his bedroom and was brought to tears when I saw his fiery red hair, a mess, and the outline of his body under the covers of his bed. He was asleep, so I stood there quietly for what felt like forever. 

Finally, I walked over as silent as I could be to the other side of the bed and saw his face. It was obvious he had been crying, a lot. I sat beside him careful not to wake him up, knowing I probably wouldn't anyways because of how sound of a sleeper he was. Carefully, I brushed back his hair and kissed his forehead, then wiping a tear that I had shed off his forehead. 

He stirred around, letting out a small whimper in his sleep. He then opened his eyes. 

"Gerard I've missed you so much." I said choking on my words.

Something flashed in his eyes. He looked like he was feeling so many emotions at once. He sat up, and looked me dead in the eyes.

"Seems like you missed Andy more, doesn't it?" he said coldly. 

"Wh-" I started

"Cut it out Frank, I know everything." he said standing up, fixing his hair in the mirror he used to do his hair in his room. 

"Then you'd know my reason. The Reason." I said, standing behind him. 

"There's a reason for breaking my heart, when it's not even beating?" he asked 

"It was for you, Gerard." I replied, grabbing his shoulder and turning him, forcing him to look me in the eyes. 

"Don't touch me you animal." he said jerking away. 

"WILL YOU JUST FUCKING LISTEN TO ME GOD DAMN IT." I screamed as he started to walk away. 

He stopped,  "I'm listening." 

I explained everything. From the phone call to the moment I opened his door. "So originally, you were going to be his little slut?" he asked, with sass in his voice.

"I'll admit, I made a mistake." I said. "But will you please forgive me? I fucking loved you and was a mess when you left me, and left everyone. I've missed you so bad, everything about you." 

He sighed. "This is the only, and I mean only time I will ever forgive you Frank Iero, for cheating on me. You see, I'm pretty stupid, because I love you too much to let you be gone. " 

I hugged him for what seemed like the longest time. Crying harder than I ever had into his shoulder. After a minute I looked up, and kissed him for the first time in forever. It was a long, sweet kiss. One I had been craving ever since he'd been gone. 

Gerard's PoV

Twenty days. It had been twenty days of tears, of me being an absolute mess. Barely eating, which didn't hurt because I was dead, but I still got hungry. You get used to things after being dead for about a month and a half. 

Alex had taken care of me the whole time, Jack stopping by sometimes to tell me to "cheer up" or throw a pizza box at me with a few slices left. All they eat is fucking pizza. Seeing Frank was such a pleasant, yet unpleasant surprise. Yet as always, with a few simple words we somehow worked this out. 

After the kiss I held his hand like old times, walking to my now shared living room with Jack and Alex. Frank had warned me Andy came with him, but not that he was on my couch. 

"Get the hell out of my house, now. You fucking trash." I said to Andy. 

"Ah, Hello Gerard. What's it like being dead? Hasn't been too pleasant for me." he said back, sounding more like an asshole than I expected him to be. 

I squeezed Frank's hand. "You're dead?" I suddenly lost interest in my anger.

"Yup." he said popping the "p" "How funny, I ate a bullet just like you."

"Don't fucking say that." Frank said beside me

"No, don't talk to me like that." He shot back to Frank

Just then Alex walked through the door. 

"Gerar-" he didn't finish calling my name when he saw Andy.

"JACK! JACK!" He panicked, screaming to his husband. 

"Baby what's wrong?" He said sprinting into the room. 

He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Andy who spoke up and said,

"So we meet again, Jack Barakat."