words ♤ frerard

chapter//thirteen

Gerard walked in the apartment at two in the morning, shaking violently, his hands coated in blood. He tried to make his way to the bathroom, but tripped over a chair, falling on his shoulder blade, making a loud bang. "Shit!" Gerard hissed, attempting to get to his feet. He noticed the guest bedroom light turn on and he saw Frank step out curiously, wearing just some sweatpants.

Frank hurried over to Gerard and offered him a hand, which Gerard gladly took, momentarily forgetting the blood that his pale hands were covered in. Frank let out a squeak after letting go of Gerard's hand once he was standing. Gerard reached out his hands, wanting to pull Frank into a hug to comfort him. But his hands were bloody and he didn't want to get that all over Frank, so he pulled them back. "Let's get you to the bathroom, yeah?" The younger of the two said, leading Gerard in that direction.

Once the bathroom light was turned on, Frank saw how terribly Gerard was shaking and how much blood Gerard was actually covered in, and it worried Frank. His face, shirt, pants. . . the blood was all over Gerard. "Let's get you undressed, okay, Gee?" Frank asked softly, holding the hem of Gerard's shirt loosely. He nodded, so Frank slipped it over his head and tossed it into the bathtub, before taking off his shoes and jeans, until he was completely naked. "Stay there."

Frank put Gerard's clothes in the kitchen sink before returning to the bathroom and helping Gerard into the shower. "Do you want my help?" Gerard nodded eagerly, so Frank kissed his forehead. "I'm going to go clean the floor where you fell so there's no blood, just wait in here for me." So Frank went to clean the floor, which wasn't yet stained, thankfully.

When Frank went the back into the bathroom, Gerard was sitting in the bathtub, still completely naked with his knees tucked under his bloodied chin. Frank knelt next to the bathtub and brushed a lock of Gerard's hair behind his ear. "I'm gonna start the water now, yeah?" Gerard nodded, so Frank turned it on. At first, it was pretty cold, and gave Gerard goosebumps. But soon enough it warned up.

Frank filled it up to the brim and put towels down to protect the white tile floor. Frank grabbed the soap and used it to scrub Gerard's body clean of any blood, which worked out pretty well since it turned the water red. After he drained it and filled the tub again, he washed Gerard's red hair, which had some blood caked into it as well, though you couldn't quite tell.

"How was it, Gee?" Frank found himself asking once Gerard was clothed and they were both sitting on the couch.

"Exhilarating," Gerard said, squeezing the blanket tightly in his hands. "It was a high, it was the best high I've ever experienced, and I'm sure nothing could be better. Fuck, Frank next time you've gotta come with me, next time. . ." Gerard trailed off, looking at Frank hopefully.

"Gee. . . I don't know.  . . it's murder Gerard, it's wrong!" Frank snapped suddenly. Gerard flinched, and didn't push anymore, he just grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Gee."

"It's okay, baby," Gerard said, pulling Frank against his chest. Frank gladly cuddled into his chest, kissing Gerard's jawbone after doing so. "You can go to sleep if you want, I'll wake you up in the morning. I promise."

"I'll go next time, I promise. But for now, I'm tired and I'm gonna sleep. Goodnight Gerard, I love you."

"I love you too."

//

Gerard kept his promise and woke Frank up at nine in the morning, the TV still softly playing in the background. Frank yawned as he sat up, pulling the blanket up with him. "Good morning, Frankie. I went out and bought some oranges, do you want one?" Frank nodded and caught the one Gerard tossed to him. "I also washed my bloody clothes and disposed of them.

"Thanks," Frank uttered, before turning to watch the morning news.

"Mikey Way: Found dead in his hospital bed this morning. The cause of death as been classified as murder. If there is anymore news on this subject, we'll let you know immediately." Frank dropped his orange and quickly put two and two together. Gerard wouldn't- Gerard would, but why the fuck would he?

// possibly triggers ?¿ just in case, i'll let you know when is over and what happened //

"Gerard why?" Frank asked, his soft breathing growing ragged. "We watched him grow up! You were practically his parent! You- You. . ." Frank tried not to cry, really. He and Gerard basically did raise Mikey from the time he was two years old, and then Gerard goes and fucking kills him? Frank was pissed.

"He was in the hospital because of a failed suicide attempt, they were going to put him on suicide watch. He didn't want that. Everytime I went there, too the hospital, he begged for me to get him a gun, or to shoot him myself, or to stab him or put pills in his fucking food. He was thankful. It should be considered second hand suicide; not murder."

// over, gerard killed mikey bc mikey wanted him to //

"Oh Gerard. . ." Frank said, picking up the orange again and setting it on the desk next to the couch. "C'mere." Gerard nodded and sat down next to Frank, holding onto him tightly, and Frank could feel Gerard shaking. Frank ran his fingers through Gerard's hair, trying to soothe him.

"I feel guilty. . . but I also don't regret it, because Mikey asked me to. . ." Gerard shook his head and buried his face into Frank's neck. Frank nodded slightly and held the older of the two, trying to calm him as he cried. "Frank, I love you so much."

"I love you too Gerard, and I always will. Don't ever forget that, you're my world and you mean everything to me." And for another moment, they both forgot the fact that Frank was already in a relationship. They both forgot about Billie, about Mikey's death, about everything other than each other, because right then, that's all that mattered.

- oops haha

-kota //