Murder Was the Case They Gave Me (frerard)

Chapter 10

I sat down on the bed just after I brushed my teeth. I pulled out my laptop, checking my email. I had an email about someone wanting to buy my art. That made my heart leap, I needed that money.

Hayley wasn't buying anything from me now. I learned that she was the orange haired girl from the art show who wanted to buy my art. She ended up getting interrogated and was pissed off at me. Which really fucking sucked because it turns out she was rich and would pay me a lot.

My mom said she'd help out financially too but I felt bad. I'm not really getting any money and now that Frank's gone the only money we're getting is the profits from his website since he's not doing shows anymore.

I refreshed the page and saw I had a new email. My heart sunk again when I saw the all too familiar random strings of letters and numbers.

"Mikey!" I yelled.

He came in quickly and I clicked on it as he sat beside. It was a video and I hesitated with the cursor over it.

"You don't have to watch it," Mikey said. "I can just watch it."

I shook my head, clicking on the video.

Frank was bleeding from his cheek but it didn't seem like much. I mean, I don't want him hurt at all but it's better than I thought it would be.

"Frankie, my boy," the person with the camera said.

"Fuck you," Frank spat, his hands tied behind his back.

He tried to get up but someone pushed him back down to his knees keeping his hand roughly on his shoulder to keep him in place.

"I've got a little surprise for you," the camera man sang. "It's about your pretty little fiancé."

"Don't you fucking lay a finger on him!" Frank yelled. "I'll fucking kill all of you if you touch him!"

"No, no, we haven't touched him," the man said. "At least, not yet."

Frank made a low sound, almost like a growl. I've never seen him so angry before.

"This is something else," he said. "You're gonna be a daddy."

"What are you talking about?" Frank asked angrily.

"Well, I know you're already Gerard's daddy, but we're not getting into the details of that," the man said. "But no, your boyfriend is pregnant."

"Are you fucking stupid?" Frank asked. "Do you not know basic human fucking anatomy. He's a fucking man."

"Ah, but you just need to listen you fucking idiot," he said. "Your boyfriend is eight fucking weeks pregnant because of his Klinefelter Syndrome. Well, maybe nine now? Anyways, yeah, you're having a child, congratulations."

The man's arm stuck out into view and showed Frank the picture of the ultrasound. Frank just stared in shock, an almost look of amazement or excitement on his face.

"Really?" He asked hopefully, all anger seeming to be gone. "I'm gonna be a dad?"

"Yeah, too bad you're never gonna see your kid," the man said.

He dropped the ultrasound on the ground and gestured to one of the other guys. They started hitting him, over and over again as Frank yelled until the video ended.

I screamed softly and Mikey pulled the laptop away. He hugged me tight, running his fingers through my hair as I was shaking and sobbing.

"I wanted to be the one to tell him!" I cried. "And how do they know?! We never told anyone! And they said they wouldn't ever give Frank back to me!"