Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. twenty-four ➫ home

the next day after gerard was given the news about frank, he patiently waited for frank to come home. he missed waking up next to him, not getting those morning kisses definitely felt different.

"mr. way?" 

gerard heard knocking on his door at 8am this morning. he breathed in silently and went over to the door to open it.

"yes?" gerard opened the door to see officer gaskarth and barakat in the same positions they were standing in before when they were here three days ago.

"we've found frank." officer barakat smiled as he moved to the side, revealing the short boy whom gerard longed and waited for.

"gerard." frank whispered as he slowly walked into the apartment.

gerard couldn't help smiling. he began tearing up as he held his arms out for frank. "hi." gerard looked at the officers and nodded his head. "thank you so much."

"pleasure." officer gaskarth said as he tipped his hat and walked away with officer barakat.

frank was cold in gerard's arms, which gerard found odd. he seemed more scared than usual. "you alright?"

frank buried his face in gerard's chest. he tightly gripped his shirt and began crying. "i'm so scared."

gerard was confused. "your kidnappers are gone now, frankie. you have nothing to be scared about."

"my ex-boyfriend kidnapped me, gerard. my ex-boyfriend!" frank said with tears streaming down his face.

"what did he do to you that made you so scared?"

frank moved away from gerard as he removed his clothes. his entire torso was covered in cuts and bruises. not only that, but his legs were littered with whip marks and bite marks.

"frankie..." gerard said, covering his mouth in disbelief and horror.

frank put his clothes back on and trailed back into gerard's arms. "it's okay. i'm okay, i promise."

"no, you're crying. this is obviously not okay. you're not okay." gerard took frank's face into his hands.

"it's cool, gerard. i'll be okay." frank sniffled, wiping his tears. "i'm still kind of scared... but i'm home now."

gerard knew this wasn't the frankie he met two months ago. this wasn't the frankie who caught a train with him two months ago. this wasn't the frankie who played in pencey prep. this wasn't frankie.

"frankie." gerard spat. "this isn't you..."

"what do you mean?" frank said.

gerard had an thought in his head. "you're not frankie."

"gerard, stop it."

"you stop it. this isn't you."

frank stared gerard down until he had the sudden urge to just kiss him. frank pinned gerard against the kitchen wall and pressed his lips against his.

gerard lifted frank in his arms and walked his way into the bedroom. he threw frank onto the bed as he removed his shirt, as well as frank's.

"now this is my frankie." gerard smirked.

//i promise the next chapter will be long!!//