The Madness of Mania (Frerard AU)

Chapter 6

[Gerard's P.O.V]

I couldn't understand why Frank still looked so scared, or perhaps uneasy was the right word. We were going on a road trip, and the location of said road trip was a surprise! He should be happy, or most importantly, excited.

I unlocked the handcuffs from the headboard of the bed Frank was lying on, unlocking them from his wrists as well. Mikey didn't understand why handcuffs were necessary - but I thought it was quite obvious. Frank could have escaped for goodness sake! My brother really doesn't make sense to me sometimes.

Frank immediately grabbed his wrist - perhaps the handcuffs were tighter than I originally thought. I felt a pang of sympathy - an emotion foreign to me.

"Let's go." I smiled gently at him, but he showed me no emotion in return. I took his hand, leading him through the kitchen to say goodbye to Mikey and Pete.

"Bye Mikey! Bye Pete!" I waved, grinning. "We may not see you for a while." I added, looking at Frank with a grin as I spoke.

Mikey looked torn, I suppose he felt bad for Frank, but there was no need for him to do so. "Bye Gerard..." he sighed, not making eye contact as he leant against the counter.

"Don't be rude Frankie, say goodbye." I pouted.

He waved half-heartedly with his free hand at Mikey and Pete, in which Pete returned the gesture with just as much liveliness.

Mikey and Pete exchanged glances with a shaky breath as I led Frank through the front door. It had seemed that I had long forgotten about the still healing hole in my leg - the excitement of our road trip consuming the majority of my thoughts.

I opened the car door of Mikey's car, instructing Frank to get in (Mikey did not know I was taking his car). As I got in the drivers seat of the car, I buckled my seatbelt, noticing Frank had not already done so.

"It's not safe to drive without a seat belt on." I frowned.

"It's not safe to be with you."

A blank expression loomed on his face.

That hurt. I was going to take care of Frank, yet he couldn't see that. His hazel irises stared vacantly towards the house. Not a single emotion was present on his face, not even a twitch of anything. I almost felt like crying. I wanted him to be happy, with me. I wanted to be happy together.

I locked the car doors.

"I'm sorry Frankie, but I can't have you knowing where we're going." I frowned slightly once again, not looking forward to what was going to happen next.

"Wha-"

Both of my hands had a firm grip on his throat, just below his jawline. A sleeper hold if I were to use the correct terminology. He begun grabbing at my hands trying desperately to pull them away, but to no avail he continued to choke. It was evident he was slipping into unconsciousness as his efforts to remove my hands from his throat came to a stop. I released my grip as his body became limp. To any passers by, it would seem as though he was simply sleeping - which of course he was.

I needed to get as far away from this town as possible before he woke up - I couldn't have him memorising the route now could I? I pulled out of the driveway in a much more smoother motion than my previous attempt the other day.

[Frank's P.O.V]

My heavy eyelids blinked open slowly, greeted by the many trees that lined the road we were driving on - we were driving through a forest.

My throat felt bruised and tender - shit - I realised how I came about my slumber.

I turned my head quickly to look at Gerard who was still concentrating on the road, then stared forwards again - panic raging throughout my body, my palms became sweaty and my heartbeat sped up tremendously.

"You're awake! Did you have a nice sleep?" Gerard held a smile, briefly looking towards my direction while still keeping most of his attention on the road.

"Wha- what the fuck, w-why would you do that?" I stuttered out, trying to sound more angry than scared - not that it worked.

I was terrified. Nothing he said would have stopped that.

He paused momentarily. "It was for your own good."

I turned to face him once again, a mixture of shock and fear pulsing through my body. "For my own good?!" I shouted. "Are you fucking serious?"

He hit the brake pedal incredibly hard, almost giving us whiplash in the process.

"Do not use that tone with me!" He spat as the car sat motionless in the middle of the road, yet within a split second he was grinning again, "I'm always serious Frankie."

I didn't know how to react, I was hysterical - I wanted to run, scream, cry and oddly laugh all at the same time.

"Normal people don't strangle other people, Gerard." I managed to say, my voice still feeling slightly hoarse.

"I never said I was normal." He smirked, staring contently towards me.

That was it. I didn't know how to get out of this mess. I couldn't escape. That was what pushed me over the edge, what made me snap.

Tears fell down my cheeks as I began to sob. I felt hopeless. My tears were the only thing that gave me comfort in that moment.

"Awh, Frankie, it'll be okay. Please don't be sad." He said in a caring manner as he caressed my cheek with his thumb. I could have pulled away or pushed his arm away from me - I had every intention to, but I just...didn't.

He turned my head to face him when I didn't answer, looking directly into my eyes. He may have been a psychopathic serial killer, but he sure as hell was beautiful. His vibrant wide eyes showed that he cared, and his perfect furrowed eyebrows held a sense of worry. His black hair framed his face in a flawless manner, and even in my state, I couldn't help but smile just a little bit.

"I won't hurt you again." His voice felt so sincere until he added, "within reason." I lowered my gaze, realising for a second time that I'll never be safe with him. "I promise."

His words meant nothing to me until he kissed my cheek. His hands slipped from cupping my cheeks to resting on my shoulders.

For the clarification he felt he needed to make, he continued, "I wont hurt you unless you give me a really good reason to, okay?" His tone was soft, yet the meaning behind his words felt slightly threatening.

"Okay." I replied shakily.

He smiled, satisfied with my response.

Once again, he placed both hands on the steering wheel and continued to drive to wherever the hell this mysterious destination was.

A/N

Oof. This story is getting a lil sad  :(  What's Frank gonna do?

Find out next time in "The Madness of Mania - Chapter 7" YEE