Frank's POV: Gerard was more fucked up then I had thought, he was also a lot more manipulative. We were currently sitting at his kitchen table trying to think of places to dispose of Lynz. I felt fucking awful for her, she was one of my best friends and now she is dead and stuffed into a psychopaths closet. The only reason I was even helping this bastard is because I didn't want to have the same fate as that poor girl. Mikey was mentioning that we could just dump her into some river and hope that no one finds her, but Gerard was arguing that it was too risky. I just wanted this conversation to be over with, I wanted to be back home with my dogs and my guitar. It was starting to get light outside and I was getting more exhausted by the minute. I had my arms folded on the table and my head resting on my pale tattooed arms, I was starting to dose off when Gerard piped up.
"I just don't understand why I can't keep her in my closet its not like shes going anywhere." He said sounding quite a bit like an eight year old that just got told that they can't have candy before dinner.
"Gerard, if you keep her in there she's gonna fucking stink besides what if the cops come back?" Mikey asked him with one eyebrow raised.
"Ill wash her to keep her from smelling don't even worry Mikes." He said while scrolling through his phone, Mikey stood up from the table and stretched.
"Whatever you say man, I'm gonna go home and get some rest since I know that you're not lieing dead in a shallow grave somewhere on the side of an abandoned highway." Gerard looked up with a concerned expression,
"That was graphic." He murmured under his breathe. Mikey waved a goodbye and walked out of the door. There was a moment of awkward silence between me and Gerard,
"I guess I can't kill you now Frank." He said with furrowed brows like he was thinking hard about something.
"And why is that?" I asked, I was actually very curious and extremely relived that he wasn't going to kill me.
"Well the first problem with killing you is that it would make a lot of noise because you can't keep your fucking mouth shut, and the second is that I would be lonely." He said, I was not expecting the second one seeing as how Gerard was hell bent on killing me the second I broke into his awful apartment.
"Thanks? I guess." I said, I didn't really know how to respond to someone telling me that the only reason I was alive is because they would be bored if I was dead.
"Don't mention it Frank." He said as he was getting up from his chair, he walked over to the door and locked it. He put the key back in his pocket and looked toward me,
"I'm gonna shower and then sleep, you're welcome to get food or get some rest if you want." He said with a yawn. I was surprised by how nice he was being, I wasn't going to question it though.
I nodded my head and sat up from my seat at the table, I was hungry. Gerard didn't really let me eat since I've been here. I looked through his fridge and decided to make myself a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, after making my food and grabbing an ice cold coke from the fridge I plopped on the couch and flicked on the T.V. I flipped through the channels until I landed on Friday the 13th. I finished my food quickly considering how hungry I was. After my meal I walked into Gerard's room and grabbed the pillow that Lynz used and a blanket from his bed, on my way out of his room I spotted the closet the thought of Lynzs cold lifeless corpse residing in there made me want to puke.
I shook my head of that thought and walked back to the living room, I was still in the basketball shorts and black long sleeve that Gerard had supplied me with so I didn't need to worry about changing. I placed my pillow on the arm rest of the couch and layed my small frame down on the sofa, I pulled the warm blanket over my body. At first I had a bit of a struggle falling asleep, I could still hear Gerard's shower running from the bathroom and his voice singing along to some song on the radio causes me smirk occasionally. But eventually I let sleep take me into its loving arms.
Authors note: Hey sorry that this update is so late at night I was being lazy. And I also apologize for the ending of this chapter I usually leave you guys with a cliff hanger but I decided to just let Frank get some rest. Anyway please leave me a like and a comment telling me how you feel about this chapter, Thank you<3
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TerrorGerard Way is a 27 year old art student whos live is pretty normal until he lays eyes on a beautiful waitress. This Fan Fiction is based of the song drowning lessons by MCR. ON HOLD