Threats Of Romance

Chapter NINE

It was impossible not to feel sorry for Frank.

Mikey, Ray  Gerard all gasped. Mikey, for starters lay there, trying to gasp for his own breath. Gerard's eyes filled with tears and he spoke soft but shakily, knowing that for some reason in this state, Frank could hear him. "You loved me?" It was short and simple, but to him it meant so much. He felt so bad for Frank. If he was able to he would've rushed forward and wrapped his arms tight around Frank and held him close. But he couldn't. Ray panted and spoke softly. "Frank... You should've talked to us... It's been-" Mikey cut him off.  "So hard.." He got up and slowly walked up to him, pulling a shard of glass out of his chest, blood soon trickling out. "A-An' I miss him... We all do..." He placed a shaky hand on Frank's shoulder.

Frank was shaking, and he looked at Gerard. He looked at him hard. The others probably thought it was just cuz he was drunk. "Yeah...I loved you. And you had to go and fuck off didn't you..." He cried, and broke down. He couldn't look at either of them. He started to sway. He was so exhausted and drunk.

Gerard shook his head and pleaded with him, his big hazel eyes looking right into Frank's. "I-I.. Didn't mean-..." His wife and child had been killed, murdered brutally, including himself. He could make an excuse, but Gerard wasn't like that. "I-I can't imagine what you must've felt... I am so sorry.."

Frank looked away. "You had Lynzy ...you'd never want me, huh?" He said. He grabbed a beer bottle and through it at the wall Gerard was standing near. "GET OUT MY HEAD!" He screamed and He felt Ray tug him backwards. He really was out of it.

Gerard's eyes widened but he stayed where he was sitting, expecting it to just pass through him. But no, it hit him. Square in the face, the glass piercing through his left eye, blood trickling out. He let out a blood curdling scream and fell back, passing out. He lay, limp on the floor. Ray calm but sternly pulled him back, grabbing his shoulders and leading him upstairs, into Gee's old room. "Frank, get some rest. We'll be back whenever you want. I'll talk to Mikey. Love you man..." And, with that, he traipsed back down to Mikey, unaware that Frank had actually hit him. "Baby... I.. You have to be more careful. What if I lost you?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around him and lifted him up, bringing him out to the car. "Let's get you home, angel..."

Mikey was still picking glass out of himself, blood trickling. "I know...I shouldn't have pushed him.." He muttered softly, gritting his teeth.

Ray sighed softly and this time, got into the driver's seat. "I'll drive.." He said and they both drove home.

Frank got up almost straight after Ray and Mikey left, stepping on glass without much a care, looking around. "You were in my head weren't you...you had to be..you're dead..." He muttered, and then walked back to the bed, passing out as soon as he hit the soft pillows.

Gerard sat up slowly, his thoughts spinning around in his head. "He.. Hit me.. He actually hit me... But it HIT me..." He muttered, spluttering and struggling to open his left eye. He flitted into the bathroom of the house and tried picking up toilet paper. It WORKED. It actually WORKED. He then lifted his hand to his eye, wincing and gently attempting to wipe the blood away, but it wouldn't cease. He was left with a bloody eye trickling down his face. He was so perplexed. "WHAT THE FUCK?!" He cried. He was so done with this. With everything. If only he hadn't died in the first place.