words ♤ frerard

chapter//fifteen

Gerard had made up his mind.

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The first thing Frank did when he arrived back home was make love to Billie, in his house, since Billie's parents were away for a few nights. Frank had needed contact from someone who cared for him, rather than Gerard. Currently, Frank lay in bed with his back to Billie, holding back his tears. Apparently Frank couldn't make up his mind. Did he want Gerard, or Billie? Because honestly, he wanted both of them, but knew he could only have one, he couldn't keep lying to Billie, and he really shouldn't be with a murderer, he was torn between two pretty bad things.

Frank woke up to Billie lightly shaking his shoulder, explaining how he had to go to work and Frank could stay here all day, and make whatever he needed.

Kidding! That's how Frank wished to wake up.

Not the way he did wake up.

He woke up to a sudden bang, muffled screaming, and a rag of chloroform being shoved over his nose and mouth. For a couple seconds he fought back, but he really couldn't, since the chloroform set his senses back as he passed out, his vision was blurry and he swore he saw Gerard, but he wasn't sure. The last thing he remembered before he passed out, were the zip ties being put on his wrists, way too tightly, but then his vision went dark.

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When Frank woke up, he was stuck in the back of the car, probably a van by the looks of it. He scrambled around and tried to find something to look out of, but there weren't any windows in the back, and if there were they were covered up by black paint. Frank leaned his back against the van wall and breathed heavily, trying to calm himself down.

Needless, to say it didn't help, he was terrified. His wrists ached as the zip ties dug into them, drawing blood, which was smeared on his arms and shirt. Frank felt like crying, but he knew it probably wasn't a good idea.

Many hours later, Frank felt the car turn off, and instinctively scrambled away from the door as it opened, revealing a man with long, greasy hair, and a small frown on his face. "Bert, hurry up and get him!" Frank heard a voice call, a voice that twisted up his insides and made him let out a gasp of fear.

"Gerard, come help me!" The man, Bert, called back to him.

"Is he even awake?" Gerard asked, and Frank heard him coming closer, which made his heartbeat quicken significantly. Once Frank saw Gerard peak his head around the door, he started crying. "Oh, oh okay let's get him inside." The two men hassled Frank to his feet, each of them holding one of Frank's arms as they drug him inside the old cabin.

It looked nice, and perhaps if the situation was different he'd like to be here. It look old, a big musty, but overall nice. There was a fireplace made of rocks that was a little ways in front of the door, and a closet beside the door. The carpet appeared to once be a cream color with brown flecks, but overtime had gotten stained and worn down. There were two couches from where he could see, a  green one and a floral and fading one, a TV with a stand of movies behind it.

There was also a kitchen and a dining room, and a latter leading upstairs. Gerard and Bert just tossed Frank onto the couch in front of the TV and movies, his ankle hit the round coffee table, making him let out a hiss of pain.

"Get him some water," He heard Gerard ask Bert, and he was slightly thankful for that, water sounded really nice right about now. Bert came back into view with a cup full of water, and helped Frank drink some since his hands were still in the zip ties.

"Where are we?" He croaked, but only loud enough for Bert to hear. Bert helped him drink some more water before responding.

"States away, in the mountains. . . Colorado specifically." Frank nodded once and winced his pain as his wrist suddenly hurt more than before. "I'll go get some stuff to clean that," Bert whispered. "Gerard watch him!"

"Alright," Gerard sighed, sitting on the couch next to Frank. "Why'd you leave me, Frankie? I had to get you back, which was a lot of trouble, Billie put up a fight."

"Is he okay? Did you kill him?! Oh my god!" Frank said, pulling his knees up to his chest, his eyes wide with worry.

"No, he'll survive. Why did you leave me?" Gerard pushed.

"Because you scared me!" Frank snapped, but that only earned him a slap to the face. "This is not the Gerard I fell in love with, you scare me, the Gerard before made me happy, filled me with love, this isn't you, and if it is. . . that's a shame, because you'll lose me." Another slap.

"Gerard," Bert hissed, sitting on the opposite side of Frank.

"What are you doing?" Gerard asked, glaring at the things Bert held in his hands.

"Cleaning Frank's wounds you idiot! If I don't he might die," Bert said, glaring back at Gerard. Gerard threw his hands into the air and got up, climbing up the latter. "I'm going to get these off of you, please don't run away. . . Gerard would kill me. Literally." Frank nodded and stuck his hands out, and Bert cut off the zip ties, but he still had to peel them away from Frank's wrist, because they stuck to the scabs trying to form.

"Why did Gerard do this?" He asked. Bert put some rubbing alcohol onto a cotton ball and dabbed them onto my cuts.

"He thinks your his, that you deserve only him, that he owns you. He dragged me along to kidnap you, I didn't want this," Bert admitted, before getting another cotton ball ready. "When the time's right I'll get you out of here, I promise, Frank, you just have to trust me."

"Pinky promise?" Frank asked in a small voice. Bert smiled and stuck out his pinky, so Frank wrapped his pinky around Bert's.

"I pinky promise Frank, do you promise to trust me?"

"I do now."

- this wasn't planned but i like it. what was planned tho, i was gonna have them meet up after a few months bc frank left billie but nah, that's too happy

-kota //