Give Him Hell, Kid (Frerard)

Chapter Seven

Gerard P.O.V

I breathed out heavily, listening to her gasp. I panted as she rested her head on my chest. I couldn't look at her, I never could- admittedly. I wanted to throw her against the wall, and forget about her until she came to me once again.

"What's up baby?" She asked, grabbing my cheek, making me face her. I frowned, which was followed by a blank stare. I wished that she would leave me alone. She chuckled, squeezing my cheeks. "Don't blank me. I know that you loved it." She said, her hands tracing shapes on my bare chest. I rolled my eyes, pushing her off me. She landed in a heap on the ground, looking at me as if she was insulted.

"You're the reason that he put me here. He punishes me because of you." I hissed, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I pulled my pants up, admiring myself in the mirror. She continued to lie on the floor. She looked up at me, acting all innocent. When everything that had ever happened to me was entirely her fault.

"It's not my fault that you can't resist me," She stood up, still completely naked. She wrapped her arm around my waist. My face twitched, arms lying vacantly by my sides, "Anyway, I've got to go. Your dad'll be missing me." She kissed my cheek, leaving behind tacky red lipstick. I stared into the mirror, watching her disappear, breathing a happy sigh of relief. My stomach growled angrily, sending a wave of nausea crashing across my body. I staggered out of my room, down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was a plate of raw meat in the centre of the table, a note underneath it. A lipstick mark on the folded paper gave me an inkling as to who had left it out for me.

"I hate you." I growled, throwing the note aside. I picked it up, squeezing it between my fingers. I tossed it into my mouth, satisfying the hunger aching in the pit of my stomach. Picking up the plate, pouring the blood into my mouth- I felt better. However much I hated Lilith, her taste in meat was impressive. I dumped the empty plate into the sink. I sighed, moving my hair out my eyes. I wanted something to do, something entertaining.
                                     ~>•<~

My weekend consisted of beer, raw meat, old tv shows, and more beer. If it wasn't for me being immortal, I probably would've died of liver failure. I looked at the stacks of bloody plates that stood in the lounge. I rolled my eyes, kicking a beer bottle across the room. I was bored. I needed somebody to play with. That person in particularly was dear little Frank Iero. I missed him, I missed toying with him. The way that his skin would crawl and his body would shiver if I ever so laid a finger on him. It made me smile, at least I had something to look forward to whilst putting myself through schooling. It was utterly pointless, I knew everything anyway.

Another black figure appeared in the corner of the room. I rolled my eyes. I didn't need any more direction from my father- he wasn't the one living up here in this mortal hell. It pointed to an old grandfather clock standing idly in the hallway.

"Okay, so it's eight o'clock. I can tell the time." I scoffed sarcastically, standing up. I pulled on my t-shirt, the demon still stared at me. It glided over to me, placing something in my hand. I looked up, to see a skeletal face. It was one of my father's rings. It's black metal glinted in the morning sunlight, the pentagram in the middle reminding me of home. I smiled at the demon, their bony hand tucked into its pocket.

"Who gave this to you?" I asked excitedly, slipping it onto my finger. A strong wave of excitement washed over my body, a fire burning deep in my my eyes. The demon handed me another folded piece of paper, the same lipstick mark. I sighed, taking a pen from my pocket.

'Fuck yourself, thanks for the ring.
Xo Gerard'

"You give this to her." I said, closing the bony fingers of the demon around the paper. It disappeared into black fire, I tucked my hands into my pockets. I wished that she would have given it to me sooner. I could've had a fun weekend.

I pulled on my coat, checking for my keys in the pocket. Maybe I would see Frank on my way there, and I could give him a horrifying ride to school. Maybe I could try to control him with the ring for a short while- unless his mind wasn't as fragile as I had initially thought. He seemed to be a strong, popular guy on the outside- but on the inside I knew that he was definitely struggling with most things. His sexuality, his dumb as shit friends that seemed to use him because of his popularity.

I shrugged, pulling out of my driveway. If I had any luck left, he'd appear right in front of me.
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Song(s) Of The Chapter- American Horror Story (Complete Score) by James S. Levine

A.N
It took me like four hours to write this chapter- I got distracted by how beautiful the Ahs songs were when I was listening to them. AH THEYRE SO BEAUTIFUL. Like when I make movies I want THAT sort of music to be all over my movie.
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