Desolation Row

Cry baby

Oh boy it's angst time.
Song: "Cry baby" by Melanie Martinez.

The next couple days were bliss for Gerard and Frank, no one bothering them, really good sex every now and then, cute fluffy stuff whenever. But Gerard was never allowed outside. No matter how much he asked Frank would not let him.

"Daddy, please I'll only be fifteen minutes," Gee whined, it was nice and sunny today, well New Jersey's version of sunny, and Gee wanted to enjoy it.
"No kitten, it's too dangerous for you because of where we are," Frank replied. Gerard started pouting and went to his room.
"And pouting won't change my mind either," Frank called after him. But the question still echoed in his mind, why wasn't he allowed to go outside?

Gerard made up his mind, he was going to go outside, no matter what. He waited till Frank went into his office and Gee tiptoed past the door. As far as Frank new he was still in his room. He had a stuffie, his phone, headphones, and a couple snacks in the backpack he took with him. He had a dark denim jacket on, one of Frank's. And a pair of dirty grey converse. He opened the door and breathed in a huge breath of fresh air, it was good to be outside once in a while. Gerard liked being independent every once in a while as much as he like being taken care of.

He ran around the 3 acre back garden and fell on the grass, he made a daisy chain and put around his wrist. He liked how the little white flowers stood out against his jacket, it was pretty.

He wondered how long Frank would take to notice he was out here, but the sense of freedom was too good. Wandering down the block he accidentally went down a dark alleyway. It was the sort of dingy that you'd wonder why no one had noticed the stench.

He could hear footsteps around him but didn't know where they were coming from. They seemed to be everywhere. He heard the clicking of a switchblade, the cocking of a gun. He was so scared.
"So this is the sweet boy Iero was talking about," said a harsh voice in Gee's ear. The breath stank like the cigarettes Frank smoked.
He heard the person prowling around him, taking in every aspect of his appearance. He was too scared to move. He thought if he tried he'd get shot or worse, sliced up and left for dead.
"Let's take him boys," said the voice and Gerard was shoved into a sack? Body bag? He didn't know. But he knew he wasn't getting out anytime soon.

He was thrown into the back of a van, and it was moving, he didn't know where it was going. He was terrified of what would happen to him. And he stayed like that until he fell asleep to the rumble of the engine beneath him.

***
He awoke to the feeling of being lifted, he tried to trash about but to no avail. He was too groggy to. He heard doors open and close behind him and then the feeling of being dropped to the floor. Pain exploded in his side and from where his phone dug into his hip.
He heard the bag being ripped open, and the light, though dim, hurt his eyes.
A face popped up in front of his,
"Hey Gee," said Mikey.

Ohhh cliffhangers! How much do you hate me now?
The next few chapters will be in Frank's point of view as he plans his daring rescue.
-Alex