Stockholm Syndrome (Frerard)

Please Forgive Me

After Frank's sudden outburst, Gerard was frozen in place out of fear. He was an idiot for trying to talk to Frank about how the whole situation was wrong. Kidnappers don't just change their minds and let people go, you know.

Gerard took a deep breath trying to keep calm. If he panicked, things could go terribly wrong. Taking a look at Frank, he couldn't quite tell what he was thinking, but he certainly looked enraged.

"Gerard, go back up to your room," Frank calmly commanded, staring at the floor. Gerard looked at him with confusion. Was Frank really bossing him around? He was an adult. He didn't have to listen. Although, arguing with Frank didn't seem like the best option...

"Frank, I'm sorry-"

"Go to your room!" Frank shouted, making Gerard practically have a heart attack.

Slowly, without removing his eyes from Frank, Gerard began walking towards the stairs, retreating to the room he had been in earlier, assuming it was his. Frank simply turned around and began rummaging through his bags again.

When Gerard managed to find the room he had woken up in, he quickly and quietly closed the door behind him. He didn't like the idea of letting Frank control him, but he didn't really have a choice. Especially if there was a possibility of Frank having other weapons on him.

However, Gerard didn't completely hate the idea of getting to be by himself for a while. His whole day had been stressful, and having some more time to think to himself couldn't hurt.

So, Gerard spent a while lying in bed, hoping that everything that had happened during the day was all just some horrible dream. Closing his eyes, he pictured himself boarding his plane and flying to Europe, attending the art school of his dreams, and living happily on the other side of the world without Frank.

...

Suddenly, waking up from his accidental nap in the same deteriorating room he had been in before, Gerard began to remember the events that had taken place earlier. Sadly, it wasn't all just a dream.

And that fact was further proven when he looked to his side and noticed a plate of food and a note from no other than Frank.

"You missed breakfast and lunch, sleepyhead. You can come out from your room once you finish with this though".

Although Gerard didn't completely trust the food Frank had left him, he couldn't resist not eating it. He was too hungry from not eating for who knows how long. And honestly, he wasn't sure that Frank actually wanted to purposely hurt him. Maybe the whole knife scene from earlier had merely just been a plan to scare Gerard and to show him who was in charge.

After he had quickly finished eating, Gerard brought his plate downstairs to the kitchen, but saw no sign of Frank. It was possible he had left again, but Gerard was in no mood to go searching around again to see if Frank had accidentally left a door unlocked.

Instead, he went back to look through the bags Frank had brought home. None of them were on the table anymore though; Frank must've really not have wanted Gerard to see what was in them. Fortunately, his art supplies had been left out.

To his own surprise, Gerard flipped open to an empty page in his sketchbook and picked up a pencil. He wasted no time in beginning to draw something.

The minutes ticked by as he continued to sketch in details and shade his work. He lost track of time, even though he never really had a sense of it in the first place. His surroundings seemed to go unnoticed, and that was definitely proven when Frank tiptoed into the room and watched him contently from a distance.