We Were Infinite. (Sequel/Frerard)

Chapter 6: Good Old Uncle Andy

You can all thank @xx_darkest3mber_xx for the third chapter in one day. Comments like hers are what motivate me to keep writing. :D 

~CutiePie

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CHAPTER 6: 

-----Frank's POV------ 

I laid on the floor in the living room for hours, just crying my eyes out. At some point, Tate got up and must've found me sleeping. He carried me to his room, tucked me into his bed, and slept on the floor. 

When the alarm clock next to the bed went off at 6:30, I jolted awake, completely unaware that I'd been moved. I quickly recognized the Suicide Silence and Falling in Reverse posters plastered on the walls and my heartbeat slowed. I saw Tate shuffling sluggishly to the shower but stopped him. 

"Tate, get your brother," I ordered. He cocked an eyebrow at me, but did as I said. I heard him dragging Noah out of bed in the next room, with lots of difficulty. Once my sons had stumbled into the room, dazed, half-asleep, and Noah's hair a fucking mess from the hair gel he left in it at night. 

"Do either of you have any tests today? Anything you can't miss for anything?" 

After a moment, they both shook their heads. I nodded and said, "Go back to bed. You can stay home today." They grinned and threw a fist in the air. I lumbered out of Tate's bed and he took my place. I went down stairs, made coffee and called the school to tell them that my sons wouldn't be in today. I made up some shit lie that they both had fevers because the snooty receptionist didn't need to know our personal business. 

I waited a couple hours until I was positive that both boys were asleep before I phoned Mikey, Gerard's little brother. I tapped my foot as the other end rang. With every ring, I grew increasingly nervous to tell Mikey that Gerard had hurt himself so badly he needed surgery. 

"Hello? Gerard?" Mikey's groggy, sleep-heavy voice answered after ten and a half rings. 

I swallowed and started talking. "No... no, it's Frank..." 

"Frank? Why the fuck are you calling me at nine o'clock?" 

"Mikey, I'm gonna tell you something that's gonna be pretty hard to hear. Please don't interrupt me until I'm done. Yesterday, Gerard went missing. I tracked his phone to a cliff over looking the ocean. I found him and tried to talk to him, but he hit me a few times and ran off. I had to go pick up the boys from school and I found them getting beat up. After that, we went home and..." I was choking back tears at this point, "And I found Gerard in the bathroom... with his wrists slashed. He's in the hospital now and he's getting surgery because the cuts were so deep. I'm so sorry." 

There was a really long pause before I heard Mikey shuffling with the sheets on his bed and shaking Ray. 

"Ray," he was saying, "get the fuck up. We're going to Frank and Gerard's. Now." With that he hung up. I sat for a long time staring at the phone and thinking of all the possible things Mikey would do to me once they got here. 

Ensuing a shower (in the boys' bathroom) I called my good friend Andy Biersack. I lent him a hand on a Warped Tour years ago, and he still owed me a favor in return. He was also the craziest motherfucker I knew, and he'd do anything I asked. 

When he picked up, I tried to sound cheerful. "Heeeey! Andy! How you doin', buddy??" 

"Frankie! I'm great! Black Veil Brides just got signed to a huge label!" 

"Damn you, Andy! If you were looking for a new label, you shoulda called me!" 

"Aw I'm sorry, Frankie-Boo. Next time, I promise. So to what do I owe this pleasure?" 

I sighed. "Andy, I need a favor. A big one. Be at my house in an hour, and bring clothes that can get fucked up. No questions asked." 

"God, Frank. You sound like you're gonna ask me to move a body or something." He laughed lightheartedly and hung up. 

Once Andy arrived at my house, I had to step back and take in his new appearance. The last time I'd seen him, he had long black hair that always looked like he'd just gotten out of bed. His face and arms were covered in black make-up and paint, even when he wasn't performing. Now he had cut his hair short, styled it into a fauxhawk, and dyed it light brown. He wore almost no make-up and had a lot more tattoos. He was still skinny as fuck and wore all black. 

We hugged and he stepped into the house, admiring the tall ceiling. 

"So, man, what did you need?" 

"Follow me," I said with a sigh as I started up the stairs. We stopped at my bathroom door and I flung it open, still studying Andy's face. His eyes widened to the size of a table. 

His voice got very quiet and all the usual animation was lost. "Holy shit, Frankie... What happened here?" 

"Gerard tried to commit suicide... I think... I just need you to help me clean this up so my boys don't have to see this." 

We gathered cleaning products and about a billion towels and got down to business. We scrubbed every inch of the bathroom; the floor, the door, the sink, everywhere. I only stopped to puke once. 

When we were done, both of us were extremely sweaty and Andy had shed his black leather vest and all his bracelets. 

"Holy fuck, that was a lot of blood," Andy panted once we were finished. 

"Yeah, you want some lunch?" 

He looked at me and smiled. "Fuck yeah, Iero. I just cleaned your bathroom, you're gonna find me, bitch." We both laughed and headed downstairs. 

At one o'clock, my sons tumbled down the stairs into the kitchen. 

"Hey! Uncle Andy!" They yelled and ran to hug him. 

"Hey, my boys! It's about time, you fucking teenagers!" 

That afternoon, if only for a few hours, I somewhat forgot about all the shit that was happening.  

That is until Mikey and Ray arrived.... And Mikey punched me so hard he knocked me on my ass and out cold.