We Were Infinite. (Sequel/Frerard)

Chapter 2: The Ramblings of A Crazy Man

CHAPTER 2: 

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

I dropped the boys at school, and drove back home. I tossed away my keys after entering the house. The air was cold, but not quite as cold as the Oregon air outside. I walked to the thermostat and cranked the heat up. 

Then, I rambled to the kitchen and made breakfast. Out of habit, I made enough for two and my heart dropped as the leftover eggs and bacon stayed on the plate. I didn't feel like eating, so I called Gerard's cell phone. He didn't answer so I left him a message. I texted him twice in the next five minutes. 

I was in the attic that we'd converted into my office, emailing a band I was looking into managing when my cell vibrated against my leg. I snatched it out of my pocket and touched the answer button. Since we'd moved from New Jersey, I'd upgraded a few of my gadgets, replacing my flip Motorola with an iPhone 4s, and my old Dell laptop with an Apple one. I was much more efficient, but it sucked not being able to angrily slap my phone close on people anymore. Frantically hitting the "End Call" button on the smooth touch screen just wasn't the same. 

Anyway, I answered the call excitedly after seeing Gerard's picture pop up and grace my screen. 

"Gerard! Where the hell are you?!" My voice was flooded with relief, but his was shaky and unsure. 

"Frank, he's here. I mean, not here but he's there. He's near. But so is she. They're closing in. Covered in... blood..." His voice trailed off. 

"Gerard? What the fuck are you talking about?" 

He ignored my question, and just kept babbling. "Oh, the pretty colors. The sky is exploding! We're all going to die! Oh, wait it's so beautiful. Gorgeous colors..." 

I sighed, equally confused and stressed out. This had been happening a lot. He'd leave the house and not come back for hours, sometimes even days. He paced around the house at all hours, waking the boys and I. He could hardly keep a real conversation, often just going off, in his own world. 

Since I was kidnapped, I'd always feared the day that Gee's mind would start to leave and fail him. I hated that I was practically raising Tate and Noah by myself nowadays, but I couldn't just come out and tell Gerard I thought he was completely batshit crazy. 

I touched an app on my home screen that was connected to a tracking device I'd recently put in his phone. I grabbed my keys and rushed out the door to go find and rescue my crazy husband. 

I made a mental note to call a psychiatrist the next day.