Devil's Work (Frerard / Priest!Gerard)

Twenty

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Chapter Twenty

 When I got home I sat on the end of my bed and stared down at Dewees number on my screen. My thumb was hovering over the call button, and yet I still hadn't pressed it. I knew it was inevitable and that I had to call him, but I was afraid I would make things worse if I angered him in any way. 

I just wanted to be back with Gerard so I could forget about the whole thing all over again, but at the same time I knew I had to deal with it quickly. Nip it in the bud before it spread and caught up with me. 

I pressed call before I could debate it any more, and waited as it rang, rehearsing my words in my head with each shrill ring it gave on the other end. Finally, he picked up, and I didn't know wether to be glad or disappointed that he did. 

"Hello?" 

"Dewees? It's Frank" He paused for a moment before replying in a more serious tone. 

"How did you get my number?" 

"Oli." 

"Oh yeah" All the charisma he had had when we'd talked before was gone, replaced with a cold tone that made me wonder exactly how much shit we were now both in. "I forgot that you two were close." 

"Look I'm really grateful to you for covering for me the other day but it's really important that I talk to you properly. In person." I cut right to the chase before he could hang up on me or make up any excuses about what i'd seen. 

"I'm not sure that's such a good idea -"

"Come on Dewees" I snapped a little "Don't try and brush me off now. Was it such a good idea when you tried fucking drugs? When you came to a bloody park to pick them up? When you got involved with whoever that guy was?" I was met with silence on the other end, telling me he didn't have a response to excuse himself from this mess. "I didn't think so." 

"Frank if we meet up and those guys realise I know you then we'll both be in shit. They'll squeeze your name out of me and then they'll come after you and make sure you'll keep quiet for good" He rushed, sounding desperate. 

"I don't want to meer up with you either, but we have to. I need to talk to you face to face and I need to know that you're going to cover for me. I just.. I want to know what the hell is going on and I don't think we should discuss that over the phone. Now, when are you free?" I seemed to have got my point across, because this time he didn't object. 

"Um, can you bunk off college tomorrow? Say, 11am? That would be best for me. I mean, I'm busy in the afternoon and it's the only time that I know he'll be out of the picture." I took it I wasn't going to learn the other guys name. 

"Okay. Where?" 

"I'll text you my address" He gave a small sigh "and Frank? Just... don't go drawing attention to yourself for a bit okay? We don't need your face on the news or in local papers or anything like that. Just lie low. Don't get caught tagging and don't go back to the park." 

"Yes boss" I joked, but when he didn't laugh I just sighed and muttered a "bye then" before hanging up. At least he still seemed willing to help me. Or at least, that's how I reassured myself as I climbed into bed and buried myself under the duvet.

I woke up with my alarm the next day just so I could go and inform Ray, who was in his room, that I wouldn't be needing a lift to college. 

"Why?" He frowned "If you want to walk then you've left it a bit late..."