Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. twenty-one ➫ gone

after a full day of doing absolutely nothing, frank began to feel better. he saw gerard prepare things for his classes tomorrow and he felt a little bit sad. he knew he was going to be alone in the house for a while, he had to start getting used to it.

"gee?" frank made those puppy-dog eyes.

"yes, frankie?" gerard sighed, somewhat stressed out.

frank sat his chin atop his hands. "can we..?" frank licked his lips. "...tonight?"

gerard thought about it. 2am sex did sound good to him, but he needed sleep for school. "i don't know, frank. i have school tomorrow."

"so you'd rather sleep for school than sleep with me?"

gerard chuckled. "trick question."

"uugghh, please?" frank groaned as he turned over on the couch.

"sorry frankie. i'll think about it." gerard shrugged as he shoved a few more papers in his bag. frank watched as gerard went back and forth from his bedroom and the living room.

frank sighed as he rested his hands by his sides. huh?

a box of cigarettes in his pants pocket. how did i get these? frank thought. he felt the other pocket, and sure enough, there was a lighter. he shrugged as he looked out for gerard.

"hey, gerard. i'm going to go outside for a little." frank said, getting up and walking towards the door.

gerard stared at him, almost creepily. it took him a while to respond. "are you sure you don't want me to go with you?"

frank shook his head. "it's just a walk."

gerard memorized what frank was wearing before he left. he had a bad feeling about this.

gerard secretly followed frank down and out the building. he watched as frank stood at the corner of the street, and lit a cigarette.

frank pressed the cigarette to his lips, puffing the smoke out a short while afterward.

gerard hid behind a sign, to which he was actually quite visible if frank turns around. gerard looked around before moving forward, but the moment gerard turned around, frank was gone.

gerard ran up to the corner, looking left and right. he didn't see frank in sight. gerard began hyperventilating and eventually collapsed in a fit of tears and anxiety. he was scared, he didn't know what had happened to frank.

gerard pulled his phone out and dialed 911, still in tears.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"p-please help me... my boyfriend's missing..."

--

the police showed up at the scene, questioning the apartment staff, possible witnesses, and gerard. he perfectly entailed what frank wore, what he was doing, and when he disappeared. there was a thorough search in the house and around the area.

after they had left, gerard pushed himself onto his bed. he smothered his face with a pillow and cried and cried into it. he hadn't felt this sad in a while, especially about a person.

"frankie!" he screamed into the pillow. "frankie, i miss you..."

--

"let me go! who are you people?"

the man laughed. "shut up." the harsh british accent gave frank a few ideas on who could this person be.

frank was blindfolded, he hadn't any idea where he was. "please let me go! p-please, i have someone i need to come home to."

"and who's that, eh?" the man snickered. "you've a girlfriend?"

frank started crying. "..no.. m-my boyfriend."

the man laughed. "matt, take the bloody wheel."

the van stopped. frank heard two doors open, a few footsteps, and those doors closing.

frank felt someone on top of him. he refused to say anything in fear of getting threatened or hurt.

the man kissed frank on the lips. "you're a cute one, aren't ya?"

frank's eyes widened under the blindfold.

...sykes?