Threats Of Romance

Chapter EIGHT

Ray hopped out of the car and took Mikey's hand, walking up to the doorbell and pressing it once. He could hear shuffling and angry shouts. Meanwhile, inside Gerard was at the bottom of the stairs, watching bottles be flung and hiding underneath the bottom step, huddling in the corner. He didn't like loud noises. And he hadn't EVER liked Frank drunk. "FRANK! C'MON... DON'T DO TH-IS..." But he couldn't hear him.

Frank answered the door, swaying heavily, his eyes adjusting to the light. "O-oh...come on in guys..." He muttered, and left the door open for them. He looked rough, wearing a Motörhead t-shirt and jeans, his hair sticking about his eyes, blood running down his neck.

Of course no one could see or even hear Gerard sobbing on the stairs. Ray and Mikey walked in, Ray keeping a firm grip on his shoulders as he rubbed his back. Mikey death glaring Frank. "Hi, Frank. How are yah?" Ray asked, knowing the answer. Mikey just staying silent.

Frank shrugged, clearing up what looked like at least 12 bottles, throwing them in the trash. "Okay I suppose...coping." He said, and he glared back at Mikey once he caught him glaring. "The fuck did I do to you..?" He asked quietly, not getting why Mikey was mad.

Mikey shrugged and Ray kept a tight grip on his boyfriend. "No, Mikes..." Mikey scoffed and bit his lip, rolling his eyes. "Hmm... Let's see... Oh, maybe you stole all our alcohol and got fucked!" He remarked.

Frank dropped a bottle and it smashed to the ground. He froze up. His back to them. Frank might not be tall. But he is strong. And the look of him clicking his neck and rolling it in his shoulders. "You wanna say that again Mikey? You were being so incoherently disrespectful that I couldn't hear you..." He growled. He looked almost at gee. Almost.

Gee gasped and flinched as Frank smashed the bottle and only mouthed to Frank. "You can see me?" Don't be ridiculous, it's probably just because he's intoxicated. Ray held Mikey and hissed in his ear. "Mikey. Stop. Now." Mikey shook his head and got out of Ray's grip. "I SAID." He spoke through gritted teeth. "MAYBE it's because you STOLE all our alcohol and got absolutely FUCKED out of your MIND!" He panted.

Frank span round and dragged him to the broken glass on the floor, pushing him into it and putting a heavy boot onto his throat, putting a little pressure. "I'm gonna need you to repeat that one-.." He applied a little more pressure. "Last-..." And more. "Time." He finished and looked at gee, swaying. He smirked and looked away.

Mikey gasped and gripped Frank's ankle, gasping even more, but for breath. "F-Rank... G-et off... P-lea-" He strained, squirming underneath him and wincing at hundreds and thousands of tiny shards of glass. In all his years Gerard had NEVER seen Ray this angry. Ray lurched forward, like a dog chasing bacon. "DON'T. YOU. FUCKING. DARE." He hissed, in a quiet and whispery tone, yet gruffly growling at the same time. He gripped Frank's arm and hauled him off of his baby.

Frank lunged out of rays grip and snarled, spinning and bringing his fist across rays jaw as he did so, pushing him back into the coffee table. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO!? YOU DONT GET IT BECUASE YOU HAVE MIKEY. YOU DONT GET THAT I HAVE NO ONE RAY..." Frank began to cry in both anger and hurt, and loneliness. No one had EVER SEEN Frank cry. Not even Gerard. "Now Gerard is GONE! The only person I've actually CARED ABOUT ENOUGH TO LOVE. Yeah you heard. I FUCKING LOVED HIM..."