Demons and Non-Believers

Chapter Ten

~A/N: Hey it's been a while, hasn't it? Sorry. I never remember to continue stories I've already started.~

Gerard's POV

"Why don't you love me?"

It was a simple question, but obviously not simple enough apparently as he stared blankly at me.

"Just tell me..." I mumbled. Again, he just stared. "JUST TELL ME!" I yelled this time.

He flinched, cowering into the corner. "LE-LEAVE ME ALONE!" he yelled back tentatively.

I got off the throne and crouched in front of the angel. "Oh but you see," I reached my hands out to him, "I can't do that. I just need to know why you hate me."

He pressed his body and face against the wall behind him, doing everything in his power to get away from my touch. Just before my fingertips brushed his face, he slapped my wrist away. "Why do I hate you?" he asked through his teeth. "Let's make a list, shall we?" He sat up straight, still pressing himself against the wall. "You kidnap me, you take my grace, you leave," he unbuttoned the middle of his shirt revealing the mark I made, "this." He buttoned it back up, glaring at me. "What other reasons do you want from me?"

"I'm good." I said to him. Maybe even to myself to psych myself. "I'm a good entity."

"Are you? Really?" he seethed.

I couldn't understand until now. I just wanted him to stay. He just needs to give me a chance to show him how good I am. If he would only just behave. I got up in his face until we were a centimeter away. "Yes," He pressed farther into the wall again, "I am."

His lip started trembling with a mixture of anger, hatred, and the verge of crying, so I backed off.

I stood up and ground my teeth. "OLIVIA!" I shouted.

"Yes?" she walked around from behind me.

"Do something with-" I waved my hand at Frankie, frustrated, "this." I finished, walking to the doors to the pits. "You will learn." I muttered before closing the door behind me.

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Frankie's POV

"You will learn." he muttered before slamming the door behind him.

As soon as he left I was able to let out a breath I had been holding.

"I told you to play nice, Frankie." Olivia looked at me with her slightly sad eyes. "At least to placate him."

I just looked at her blankly.

"I just wanted to stay distant."

"That's not what he wants-"

"I don't care what he wants!" I snapped.

She just looked at me, a sympathetic expression on her face.

"I just want to go back to heaven." I said quietly.

She cupped my face in her hands, looking into my eyes. "I know you do. I'd want to go to heaven if I could too." she kissed my forehead. "He really is a good man."

"I haven't seen any good in him."

"I told you," she stood up, brushing her knees off, "Just give him a chance. You haven't given him time to show you his nice side." She placed her palm on my forehead. "This is for your own good, Frankie. I'll see you again." in two seconds flat, I blacked out. She had put me to sleep. 'For my own good'.