"Well tonight, well tonight will it ever come?
Spend the rest of your days rockin' out
Just for the dead
Well tonight, will it ever come?
I can see you awake anytime in my head"
(T.W., homophobia, bullying, very small mentions of eating disorders, sexual harassment)
***
"Faggot!" Adam exclaimed in the under the bleachers at me. He spotted me at the football game. Word got out that Frank and I were seeing each other and were harassed. Adam punched my thin stomach and I fell on the ground. I was growing weaker and weaker every day. I starved myself for a while now and he seemed to notice.
"You self-pitying fag," he spat at me. I grew out my hair and I was visibly paler. "You let that punk fuck you?"
"Adam, I-" I tried to croak something out but he just kicked me in the stomach. He got on top of me and tied my hands to a pole with a tie. I struggle while he just laughs. Before I got the chance to scream for help, he used a piece of cloth to gag me.
Adam force my legs open and I scream through the gag. "You dirty slut, you probably like that, huh?" He roughly palms my crotch. I cursed at myself involuntarily getting aroused. Even though my body was responding positively, I didn't want this.
Adam rips off my pants and briefs as I struggle in vain. I sob and he laughs at my humiliation. He pushes in me and I felt like passing out in the immense, burning pain.
But I was conscious the whole time
I wake up with a start, breathing heavily. My body felt sore. I was laying on the bed, wearing my favorite skeleton onesie and I felt myself chewing on my peachy pink pacifier.
Noises came from outside. It was Frank and. . . some other man. I got off the bed and I pressed my ear against the door to listen to the conversation.
"So you'll do it?"
"I dunno. . . seems really risky."
"I've got leverage on you. Don't want me to get upset."
"I know, I know. . . I just gotta talk to Gee about it."
"He'll have to agree."
"Got it. You want me to get his wife, too?"
"Nah, Sarah did nothing wrong."
"All right, then I'll just get Gee to take her out somewhere."
"Make sure to film it all, too."
"Why?"
"I want to see all of his pretty little expressions."
"You're a freak."
"You're a murderer."
"Whatever, man. Just let me make my cannolis."
I move away from the door, confused. Who was Frank talking to? I get back on the bed and try to go back to sleep.
***
I wake up to smell something amazing. I smile and take the pacifier out of my mouth. I leave the bedroom and into the living room to see Frank on the couch. There was a movie set up and he had a fresh-baked cannolis on the coffee table. The red candles he set up gave off a scent of roses and gave off a romantic mood.
"Frank, you did this for me?" I got on the couch, smiling at him.
"Yeah," Frank replied. "I'm really sorry for lashing out on you yesterday."
I shuddered. I didn't want to think about yesterday.
"It's okay," I smiled sympathetically at my husband. "You were just frustrated. It's a normal, human thing."
"Thanks for understanding," Frank chuckled, looking down. I grabbed a cannoli and snarfed it down. I love cannolis.
Frank and I spent the rest of the night enjoying each other's presence, ending it to some good make-up sex.
***
What do you all think will happen in the next chapter?
Because I'm thinking a lot.
Desert Song breaks my heart.
Bye~
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Desolation Row (Frerard)
Fanfiction(This is not a happy story) Gerard and Frank Iero, the famous homicidal couple. They killed 12 teenagers and 16 adults before being apprehended, but most detectives believe they murdered even more. Follow their story, for there was more to them than...
