Give Him Hell, Kid (Frerard)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Frank P.O.V

I allowed him to hold me, mostly because I was terrified of the things hanging around in my house- not because I had already forgiven him. He held my tightly as the rain fell on the both of us, oddly it seemed to avoid him. The girl that had been throwing herself at him had disappeared, which was probably better for her safety than mine.

"You shouldn't listen to them, you know that right?" He said, his chin digging into my head as he spoke. I was confused, how did he know what- who they were?

"Why, what are they?" I asked curiously. If he was about to lie to me then I wanted to catch him off guard. He breathed put heavily, pulling me closer to him. I felt like this was the first time that he had held me properly, instead of having sex with me as soon as we entered a room. It felt genuine, like he didn't want me to be upset.

"They're demons." He sighed, I scoffed. It was one thing to have a girl all over him, but it was certainly another to lie to me. It was me hallucinating, imagining things because I was alone. It probably wasn't the first time to be honest- it was probably just a side effect of being alone. He pulled away from me, holding me at arms length, squinting at me. He looked to be annoyed. "So, you don't believe me?" He asked, his voice already turning cold.

"I've never believed in mythical creatures or fairytales, if that's what you're trying to tell me was terrorising me in my house." I raised my eyebrows, rolling my eyes. He let go of me, crossing his arms, looking in the opposite direction to me. He was mad now, no matter what I did I always did something wrong. "What've I done now?" I sighed, trying to grab his hand. All affection had evaporated from him, I knew this because he moved his hand away quickly.

"Well you should. Because it's rude to think otherwise." He was acting like a two-year old.

"Why should I believe in them? They're just kids stories."

"Because, Frank," he said, standing up. He stared down at me, hands on his hips. There was something changed in his eyes, something more evil than usual. I frowned, cocking my head to the side, brow furrowed. It was as if there was a glowing orange fire in his eyes, just waiting to throw itself at me, "because we're real. Too real, if I'm honest." There was a wicked smile across his face, his perfectly white teeth now jagged and creepy. His eyes burned stronger, and he looked as though he was about to kill me. Goosebumps raced up my arms, across my body.

"What." I said, it was the only word that I could manage. Anything else was stuck in the back of my throat, refusing to come out of my mouth.

"I'm a demon, Frank. And, I'm also the heir to the underworld- in other words I'm the son of Satan." His smile disappeared, he looked afraid of his own words.

"A-A what?" I struggled to understand. I didn't believe him. Maybe he had taken drugs or something- like he was having a bad trip. But the sincerity and severity in his voice made me feel like it was the truth. I stood up, backing away slowly. Whatever drug-fuelled situation was happening, I didn't want to be a part of it. I'd brave whatever it was that was hanging around in my house, and hope that my parents would get home soon.

"Where are you going Frankie?" As he said my name a wave of fear washed over me. I shook my head as I moved, wanting to make it known that I didn't want to be a part of whatever it was that he was doing. "You can't leave me, where are you going?" He screamed at me, completely seething with anger, his hands balled into fists by his sides. He walked towards me as I flung the gate open, closing it in front of him.

"Get back here!" He hissed, chasing after me as I ran down the street. I was more than terrified now, almost fearing for my life. Tears streamed down my face, everything around me felt as if it wasn't real. Like it was all a figment of somebody's imagination.

My breath came in short bursts. The cold, damp air stinging my throat as I gasped. I could hear him chasing me still, my mind begging him- imploring him to stop. If what he said he was was true, then I wanted to be the furthest away from him as possible. I loved him once, if love was the appropriate word, but if I was going to be in any danger I had to get away. For the sake of myself, more than anybody else. My legs began to tire as I neared my house. My parents' car was sitting idly in the driveway; I knew that I had to keep going. He was angry, and only God knew what he would do to me if he caught me.

I threw myself over the little fence, jogging up the stairs. I shoved the door open, closing it behind me, locking it just in case he tried to get inside. I slid down the wood, landing in a pile of exhaustion on the floor. My parents or sister seemed to have not noticed my sudden arrival. They were probably eating dinner, something normal. Finally finding the courage to stand, I peered out of the little window in the door.

He stood there, in the street. The streetlights around him twitching and flickering as he swayed back and forth, back and forth.
I looked away quickly, wanting to forget him for the rest of the night. I kicked off my shoes, tossing my damp coat on the floor.
                                     ~>•<~

I had been crying for hours. From fear, and from upset. There wasn't a part of me that truly thought that he loved me, but there was a part of me that thought that there could be something in his mind. In that sarcastic, evil mind. His charm had drawn me in, and he had gotten what he had wanted from me- but I had nothing from him. I felt like a used, empty shell. I sniffled as there was a knock at my door.

"Frankie?" An angelic voice called from behind the door.

"Come in my love." I sighed, sniffling again as I wiped the tears from my eyes. Her pretty little face appeared around the doorway, a bright white smile outweighing her other dainty features. As soon as she switched on the light I couldn't help but smile, her innocence was too adorable. The way that she adored me so was too much to ask for. I would do anything for her, she was my entire world.

"I made you a sandwich." She giggled, holding out a plate in front of me. The bread had been cut into a heart shape, I couldn't help but smile. I bit into it, the strawberry jam seeped into my mouth. She watched me adoringly, her eyes not moving from me.

"Thank you." I said, finishing it almost as soon as I had taken the first bite. I hadn't realised how hungry I was, it felt like years some any food had been in my stomach.

"They told me to get you to listen." She said, poking my cheek. I frowned, completely unsure of what she was telling me.

"What?" I asked in disbelief, hoping that it was just one of her little imaginary conversations with her imaginary friends. In fact, I didn't just hope- I prayed. If it was one of those black misty creatures then I would freak.

"The misty people, they just want to talk to you." She giggled, that little giggle making every thought of negativity leave my mind immediately.

"Okay, I'll listen to them. You take this to Mom.
Be careful on the stairs, okay?" I said, lifting her chin up so that we made eye contact. She nodded, grabbing the plate, skipping from the room.

I sighed as the door clicked shut, lying back down on the bed. How dare they talk to my little sister. How dare they use her to get to me.  I had some serious talking to do with Gerard- but I wanted to keep my distance from him for a short while. To show him that he didn't own me, and that I certainly didn't belong to him. I had to starve him of my presence- just for a little while.
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Song Of The Chapter- Time Of The Season by The Zombies

A.N
At the moment, I really feel like I was born in the wrong generation XD recently I hardly listen to modern music, with a few exceptions of course. I'm fixated on dressing in 60's/70's fashion- I'm just odd I know.

Anyway, lemme know what you think's gonna happen in the next chapter, or if you like the story in general ;)