Bittersweet Casualty|| Frerard

Chapter 11

Author: Brace yourselves

Franks pov

"Frank sweety? can you take these box of chocolates over to Father ross's as a thank you for helping me with my flower garden?" My mom asked me sweetly. I groaned and ate the last spoonful of my cereal as I got up from the table. I winced at the pain that I could feel still from where I had been punched. I looked this morning to find a big purple bruise on my stomache.

I dumped my bowl in the sink and snatched the box of chocolates from my mom. "Fine. I don't understand why you don't just go yourself." I mumbled.
"Because then maybe father ross will warm up to you when he sees what a helpful son you are." She smiled at me content with her reasoning. Bullshit, as if that's ever going to happen.

Not that she new how much he actually hated me, because when Ross was near mom he was nice as pie. He put on this whole 'I'm nothing but a holy sweet old fragile man' and mom believed it, as did everyone else at church.

I huffed as I walked out of my house and over to his. God I hate that mom makes me do this. I trudged up the lawn and to the front door. I raised my fist and went to bang on the door, but then I remembered that he grumbled at me last time for 'knocking too loudly'. I lowered my fist a little and tapped it on the door.

I waited. I couldn't hear anything so I knocked again a little louder. Still nothing.

"Father Ross?" I called 'politely' as I gave the door a little knock again.

God just answer the god damn door, I know you hate me but geez! I bet he is taking extra long to answer the door on purpose. Old hag!

I sighed loudly and just dumped the box of chocolates on the doorstep. "There're chocolates out here from my mother! She says thanks for helping her to not kill her flowers!" I said loudly hoping he could hear me if he was inside.

I then left and walked back into my own home.
"What did he say?" My mom asked. "Nothing, he wasn't home." I said.
"Oh, he must be at the church practising his sermon or something." She smiled as she arranged the daisies in the vase. "He is such a good leader for our youth." She said thoughtfully.

Here we go again. I walked off to my room to get ready for school so I didn't have to hear the crap that piled out of my moms mouth about Ross.

Gerard's pov

There was a knock on the door. I paused and listened. I shrugged. I must've been hearing things. Then there was another knock. I couldn't mistake that for anything else.
I stopped dragging the body and froze, being sure not to make a sound.

"Father ross?"

Shit oh my god that's frank! Why did I decide to do this in the morning!

I stared at the door waiting for him to leave, that's when I noticed that one of the curtains were open. I panicked. If I go and close them surely he will notice and then realise someone's in here. Need to hide the body need to hide the body! Frick frickitty frack!
I frantically looked about the room and saw a table cloth. I grabbed it and draped it over the body. Hopefully it's not noticeable to outsiders what's hidden under this pink floral cloth. Why would an old man even own a pink floral cloth, ew.

Frank knocked again. I just wanted to shout 'there's no point they're dead, come back later' but obviously I refrained from doing that. And frank seemed to agree that there was no point too as I heard him sigh loudly and yell something about killing flowers. I smiled a little as I stood silently in the house. I heard him leave and I waited a moment  to make sure that he was completely gone. I couldn't here anything or anyone. I let out a breath I was holding in and smiled happily. Okay back to work.

I grabbed the rope that was tied around the body and continued to drag it. "God you are fucking heavy for an old man" I breathed as I heaved his body down the hallway. I paused halfway to catch my breath.

I eventually made it to his bedroom. I opened up the door to be greeted with the smell of moth balls and old man musk.  I crouched down and hooked my hands user his arms. "Alight buddy here we go." I said as I tried to drag his body through the door of his room.

His head hit the door frame as it wobbled and hung loosely. "The least you could do is Cooperate please. I'm the one who has to do all the hard work and drag you around everywhere." I muttered to the lifeless body.
I eventually hauled all of him into his room. I let go of him as his body slumped back onto the floor with a thud. I put my hands on my hips.

"Okayyyyy. Shall i put you under the bed or in the closet for now?" I asked out aloud. But I was only replied with silence. "Okay under the bed it is." And with that I kneeled beside him and tried pushing his body so it could slide user the bed. His body slumped as I tried to push him across the floor.

I untied the rope from around his body and left it in the floor. I knelt back down again beside him.
"Okay 1,2,3." I said as I pushed him right under the bed. "Ah there we go!" I said quite pleased. I stood up and looked at the bed as I shifted the sheets on it and smoothed it down so that the corpse under the bed wasn't noticeable to those who walked in.

I stood back and admired my work. I nodded to myself as I picked up the rope. "Okay dude, take care, I'll be back for you later." I said as I snapped my fingers and turned around to walk out of the room. When I did I saw a priest uniform hanging up nicely on a rack. I couldn't resist picking it up and holding it up to myself as I looked in the mirror across the room. I don't think id look to bad as a priest. I thought to myself as I turned a little examining myself and imagining what it would look like on.

A piece of paper fell out of the pocket of the suit. I picked it up. It read:
Catholic school 10:30am: children of god speech for class

That's franks school. If this old man doesn't show up for his class people will get suspicious. And if people get suspicious surely someone will come to check up on him and find his rotting body under the bed. I could not have that.

There was only one thing that I could do...

Franks pov

I headed off to school. As I was walking I noticed the chocolates that I left on Ross's doorstep where gone. I knew that fucker was inside the whole time!
Oh well it's not like I want to talk to him or see him either.

When I made it to school I successfully avoided Bob during before class and first period. Although I wasn't so lucky when I walked into my religious class.

As soon as I walked in Bob spotted me and walked up to me. He stood right I front of me stoping me from getting to a desk. "How'd you get out iero? I went to go check on you this morning and you weren't there." His said angrily and mockingly. "Chill bob, a friend came and helped me." I replied not looking at him as I moved to the back of the class to get a desk.

"Since when did you have friends!" He teased. A couple of his friends laughed.

I sat in a desk at the back and slammed my head down in the table and groaned. I hate bob and I hate religious class. I have to sit in a classroom with the priest carrying on and on about a bunch of stuff that is meant to guilt us into doing what 'god wants of us'.
The whole class is just Mr.ross, our local priest, casting glances at me as if he wishes death upon my soul.

The door to the classroom opened and in stepped mrs.hawthorn. Bob went and sat down in his desk at the other side if the room far away from mine, thankfully.

The teacher positioned herself at the front of the classroom. "Alrighty class, I have been informed that Father Ross can't come in to teach today, so instead he has asked his friend to fill in for him. So be polite and  give him a warm welcome from our school." She said informing us.

I smiled. Thank The Lord! No ross! Maybe he is sick or something. But who cares! No ross no ross! I celebrated in my mind. That was until the new priest that was going to be teaching us stepped in.

The familiar messy black hair.

"Gooooood morning class."

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Ohhhhh snap!