Turn Off The Dark (Frerard)

Part Twenty-Seven

Author Note- I'm sorry I had to end this part so abruptly. I haven't had the time to write that I thought I would. But I'll keep at it if you'll hang in there with me, guys. -Morgan

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-Frank's POV-

"Oh, Gerard.."

His lips against my neck was a beautiful feeling, and I couldn't help my vocal outburst. It made him chuckle, a low and sexy sound, his hot breath against my neck. Gerard wrapped his hand gently around one of my wrists, my back pressed to the wall.

"Shhh, baby. Just relax.." Gerard's mouth moved down to my shoulder, up my neck, to my jawline. My eyes fluttered shut, the pleasure cloud in my head fogging up everything, short-circuiting my ability to think.

And then he was stabbing me.

All in one motion I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out as I looked down to see my stomach spurt blood from around the knife plunged deep into my flesh.

Gerard laughed. Malicious. Evil.

"Ger.." I couldn't finish his name. I could feel warm blood flowing out, hitting my skin.

"Shhh, Frankie. It's all gonna be okay."

With a maniacal grin, Gerard quickly pulled the knife from my stomach and pushed the blade against my throat.

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I shot up, screaming, in a darkened room.

"Woah!" Gerard's groggy voice as I felt him flailing next to me.

My whole body was drenched in a sheen of cold sweat. I grabbed for my stomach, my throat, but there was no blood.

"Frankie! Frankie, what's wrong? Sweetie you're crying, what's wrong?" Gerard sounded terrified, and I felt his hands on my back, my face.

"I just. Just. Just.. just a nightmare. It was j-just a nightmare" I realized out loud. Gerard wrapped me in his arms, pulling me back down to lay with him.

"Yeah. Just a bad dream. Just a nightmare. It's okay Frankie, I'm here." Gerard squeezed me tight and nuzzled his nose against my cheek.

"What time is it?" I whispered.

"About three." Gerard yawned and squeezed me a little. He sounded exhausted, and so I fell silent, allowing him to drift off peacefully once more.

The dream had shocked me a little, but not enough to deter my seemingly constant desire to kiss him. I let my lips rest on the tip of his nose, and it wrinkled accordingly. I smiled.

The amount of sleep I managed to get after that was spotty at best. Holding onto Gerard, I heard the early birds tweeting rhythmic melodies, I saw the first lights of the day streaked across the dark carpet though a blanket covering the window. The apartment remained mostly dark, and after a while, I drifted.

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I was rudely yanked from slumber by heavy rapping on the door. Gerard sat up instantly, looking petrified. I blinked.

"Gerard? What's wrong?"

He ended up not having to answer, as a loud, gruff voice yelled, "Police! Open up!"

"P- police?" I stuttered as Gerard scrambled up.

"Don't worry, don't worry babe" Gerard whispered, and tripped to the door, pulling it open in a rush.

"Officer Maynard." Gerard's tone was suddenly void of fear- rather, it was serious. Tense. Even a touch spiteful.

"Gerard Way. What a sight. It's been years. Good to see you're doing better." The sneer on the officer's face could even be heard in his sarcastic voice.

Gerard swallowed so hard I could hear it from where I still sat frozen. The officer smirked.

"I'm afraid you'll have to come with me."