Subway Train ➫ Frerard

chpt. thirty-one ➫ hitmen

frank was hurriedly getting used to gerard again. his comfortableness changed and varied, gerard noticed. frank had begged him for sex that night, but he refused in fear that frank was going to get traumatic flashbacks.

frank didn't give up though, he had sucked gerard off to get him to do it but he didn't give in. gerard was stern about this, but he was more concerned. he didn't want frank doing this to him for sex. it was almost like peer pressure, something gerard remembered experiencing in high school.

"gerard," frank said, sitting in bed with a book. "please?"

gerard sat next to him, sighing. "no."

"how bout this," frank paused. "why not?"

"because you're going to remember something you don't wanna, and you're going to concern me." gerard was quick to respond.

frank didn't say anything for quite some time. he began accepting the fact that that was the case. he was going to remember something he didn't want to, but he wanted this from gerard so bad.

"goodnight frankie." gerard said, kissing him on the cheek and pulling the covers over his head.

"...g-goodnight."

gerard raised his eyebrow. "frankie?"

"yeah...?"

"are you okay?"

frank sighed. "i don't know."

gerard turned over in bed and faced frank. "what do you mean you don't know?"

frank shrugged. "i-i don't... i don't know." he said as he slid under the bed covers and shut his eyes. gerard asked a few questions, but he didn't feel like answering them at all. he didn't feel like doing anything at all. all he felt like doing was sleeping his problems away.

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frank woke up the next morning alone. he assumed that gerard was on his way to school, so he didn't look too into it. he got out of bed to take a shower and take on this day.

once he did so, he wore some of the clothes he got from hot topic almost a month ago. he slipped on his black flag t-shirt and a pair of dark skinny jeans. frank looked down at the black flag tattoo he had on his left arm and smiled. he remembered getting it in high school and feeling like such an adult.

frank walked out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. he peered into the fridge and saw paper inside of a container. he grabbed it and saw $27 dollars in it.

"what the heck." frank pinched the $27 with two fingers. it smelled of chicken and ranch, and it wasn't a pleasant smell.

he saw a note inside the container as well, reading:

"frankie,
if you see this, then pocket it. i was drunk when i wrote this and i wanted to confuse you in the morning.
you're welcome for the $27.
-gerardo."

"gerardo." frank chuckled. he pocketed the $27 and decided to go out for breakfast. he walked to the same coffee shop he remembered going to when he just began living with gerard. he strolled over there with a huge idiotic grin on his face, just thinking about gerard.

frank ordered the usual things he did and headed out. he came back to the apartment building to find gerard inside.

"frankie." gerard hugged frank tightly. he didn't get to see gerard's face correctly, but he saw something wrong with him.

"gerard, what's wrong?" 

gerard stepped back and showed frank his bruises, cuts and bloody nose. 

"gerard, what happened?!" frank panicked as he went over to the kitchen to grab a wet cloth to clean his nose.

"lyn-z." gerard whispered.

"who?" frank asked.

"lyn-z... she-she has a gang. more like hitmen." gerard groaned as the cold water touched his nose.

"oh my god." frank sighed. "you have to report this to the police, baby, this is awful."

"can't," gerard paused. "they threatened to kill me if i called the police."