Bondage Mansion (Ferard)

Chapter 28: A Fire Inside

***Frank***

Frank put his shirt back on and smirked at Gerard. He looked so good right now that Frank just wanted to drag him to his bedroom and chain him up so he could use him again later too. However, this could not happen yet with the contract suspended. He walked away before he did anything else stupid. As he was walking to the kitchen door he saw something move in the bushes. He caught a glimpse of Bert fumbling with something but was too focused on Gerard to notice Frank. Frank wondered how long he was there and why he didn't say anything. Didn't matter though, just another piece of information to collect for the thought bank. Frank continued on his way. He entered the kitchen and saw it was empty, perfect. He went over to the spirit closet and took out the scotch that Gerard drank. He filled two tumblers with ice and poured the scotch over top. The aromatics of the liquor wafted up as he swirled a glass. He lifted it to his lips and savored the taste. The memory of drinking with Gerard came flooding back too. He had to remember what this brand was for future consumption.

Frank made sure that his back was to the door when Robert walked in. He schooled his face very carefully as he turned around and nodded to him. Robert nodded back and quickly made his way to the door. Frank took another sip and then dropped the bomb.

"So Bert did you enjoy the show? Learn anything new?"

Frank watched as Robert spun around with a look of shock on his face. He saw that he wasn't trying to deny it either. He walked back over to Frank and stood there. Frank pushed the other glass over to Robert and he took it with shaking hands. He downed it in one shot and Frank smiled. He poured another drink for Robert and stirred his around. Robert just stared at his glass.

"Do you remember when we use to play in the garden as kids?"

Robert looked up at Frank.

"Yeah, our treehouse was in the tree in the wildflowers. It came down years ago in a storm. I think part of it is still in the shed, I couldn't part with it."

"You had a good imagination."

"Nah Frank, yours was better. We fought pirates and jungle monsters."

"And we use to swing on ropes from the branches and scare mom."

Both men laughed at this quietly. After taking another sip, Robert looked at Frank.

"You know I asked a thousand times I think why you had to leave. One day I asked so much that my father cracked me in the face and said if I ever mentioned your name again that I would regret it. I never did, to him, but mom talked about you all the time. I asked her once why you didn't have a mom.

Frank looked up at Robert at this point.

"So what did she say?"

"She said you did and that she loved you very much, but that she could not be with you for certain reasons. She would start crying then so I stopped asking."

Both men took another sip, Frank ended up finishing his and poured another glass.

"Things could have been different you know."

"They still can you know."

"NO, it's too late now. This has to be this way, it is the way it has always been."

"How do you know this?"

"I just do."

Another wave of silence carried until the kitchen door opened and Gerard walked in with his paint smock on. He smiled at both men and moved to the icebox. He pulled out a few strawberries and placed them in a bowl. He grabbed a small towel and left the room.