-Chapter Title Credit:My Immortal by Evanescence-
Everything hurt.
Even breathing-Especially breathing.
His fingers were bleeding from him clawing at the wall desperate for the pain to stop.
It was as if he was living in one of his deepest darkest nightmares.
How long had he been here,Handcuffed to his childhood bed,a rag tied around his mouth as a gag and sobbing continuously?
It felt like years.
"Look at me faggot,"The voice of horror hissed.
Frank,poor broken little Frankie,turned his head weakly to stare up into the eyes of his monster of a father, who was hovering next to the bed after just having ruined him even more.
"You deserve this.Your never going to leave this house alive again,I promise you that."
He disappeared out of the room,letting the words echo around Franks aching head.
Frank let his eyes slide shut.
He was so tired.
He had only slept once since being taken and it hadn't lasted long.
Everytime he shut his eyes nightmares attacked his mind....and when he opened them he realized they had come true.
This time he tried to focus on the only thing he had left to keep his heart beating:Gerard.
Where was Gerard?
How was he doing?
He must be devastated.
Frank could only pray to the god he didn't believe in that Gerard was safe under the care of Mikey and Ray.
Frank had fought hard.
After seeing the navy blue truck driving up the road towards him,Frank had ran for his life.
The chase didn't last long however,eventually his dad caught up and like he had tried to do years ago,he ran Frank over.
The hit didn't kill Frank obviously,but he was in bad shape.
His left wrist was broken and some of his ribs as well no doubt.
Even wounded,Frank kicked,punched,clawed and bit as his dad grabbed him trying to haul him into the the truck.
His screams for help were ignored by the silent Jersey night and eventually his dad gave him a blow to the head that knocked him into darkness.
When Frank woke up he was back in his old bedroom,handcuffed to the bed and a rag shoved in his mouth to keep him quiet.
He fought to get free but it never worked.
Over the two days his dad found creative ways to break him more and more until he was left a empty shell of a severely injured body.
But Frank wasn't completely empty.
He still sobbed and weakly fought back on occasion.
He still had hope that he would some how get back into Gerards arms.
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I'll Keep Believing:Frerard:~Sequel to Born To Lose~
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