Hello Angel, Where Are You?

I Never Told You What I Do For A Living.

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Frank's POV***

A tear slowly ran down my face as I heard the door close, and the Detective leave.

I knew Gerard would have been looking for me, I just didn't know it would have been someone else and it would have been this quick.

I don't know why I didn't yell to get the detectives attention.

I don't know why I didn't try and make a break for it.

I was scared... Really scared.

I have a feeling I am going to die here, in this fucking basement two streets away from Gerard and Mikey, my home.

One way, or another, I was going to get out of here, alive.

Alfred, the shithead who had kidnapped me, was upstairs talking to someone on the phone.

" C'mon, pleaseeee! You don't have to stay long, I just want to show you something. " he begged, " Really? Okay, see you in a minute. "

I sighed and looked at Berwald, who was starting to sulk towards me. The dog started to bark for absolutely no reason, getting closer. Alfred yelled something upstairs, but I was to concentrated on the dog's yellow teeth to hear it correctly. I tried backing up, but I was stuck in a corner.

" Dogs can smell fear, you know. " alfred appeared at the bottom on the stairs, smirking at me. Berwald still continued to bark and growl at me.

" I.. I'm n-not scared-d. " I choked out, tears pouring down my face. I hugged my knees tightly and put my head down. Alfred laughed and called Berwald away.

" I have a friend coming over in a few minutes. " he said, pacing in front of me. My head was still down and I was barely able to control my urge to cry.

Just as he said that, there was a loud knock on the door. He laughed and started to run up the stairs.

My breathing started to speed up as I heard him open the door.

" Make it quick Alfred, I've got places to be. " a familiar, snotty voice said.

" This way honey, you won't be disappointed. " there was a light laugh in his voice and the two people started to walk down the stairs. I lifted my head.

I don't know why I hadn't guessed before, but it was none other then Gerards ex-girlfriend, the one who had put Gerard in so much pain, the one who had made him suicidal, ( also, the author kept her name a secret for so long bc she could not think of a good name, ) Veronica. Yes, I had to thank her for giving me the chance to fall in love with my best friend.but other then that, i hated her. With a passion.

Maybe she would spare me?

Well, she looked very surprised.

" What the hell is this?" She turned to Alfred and punched him hard in the arm, starting to walk towards me. I flinched as she crouched down in front of me.

" Did you do this Alfred? " she turned her head and looked him. " Stand up Frank. " she turned back to me and took my hand to help me. I started to stand up, my legs shaking.

Veronica looked over me, at the cut on my head, my tired red eyes.

" Where else?" She asked quietly, glancing over at Alfred then back to me. I tapped my chest softly and motioned to my right side. She nodded and helped me back to the floor and then turned back to Alfred.

" explain to me why you did this right now. What the hell did he do to you. " She sounded genuinely pissed off.

" you told me that his boyfriend cheated on you-"

" No, that was the other guy. Geno. Gerard is the one I broke up with. " she walked up to him and pushed him. " And that still doesn't explain this." she motioned towards me. " you don't do this. YOU DON'T DO THIS. YOU'RE INSANE. HE COULD DIE. DO YOU REALIZE THIS?"

Alfred was speechless. He looked at me, quickly walking over. " So? That doesn't matter, we can do whatever we want to him and he can't do anything about it!" Without any hesitation, he kicked me in my side again and there was a loud crack. I yelled out in pain, placing my hands on what was probably a broken rib. Veronica ran over and smacked him hard, sending him reeling back. I laid my head against the concrete wall behind me and started crying.

I missed Gerard so much.. I wondered what he would do if I died.

God, everything hurt.

I was really tired too...

Maybe if I fell asleep this damn pain in my side would go away..

I passed out.

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Galligar's POV ***

It had been a full day since I had last visited Alfreds house to look for Frank, who was missing for two days and a half now. I still strongly believed it was him, and I wasn't going to doubt my decsion in the least.

I decided to work up the courage and go ask the chief for a search warrant again, hopefully getting an answer other then ' you need more evidence, keep looking' . No matter how good a chief he was, he always needed lots of evidence. I stood up from my desk and started to head for the door. My phone started to ring and I pulled it out, checking the caller I.d. before answering.

It was Gerard.

Slightly worried, I hit the answer button and held the phone up to my head.

" What's up Gerard?" I asked, starting to walk down the hall. A few police officers ran past me as I headed to the chiefs office.

" F-frank.. h-he's.."

Gerard, what happened? Do I need to come over there?"

" H-he's h-hurt...."