Desolation Row (Frerard)

Nope. Don't do it-!

"Although we've still got miles to go
I've forgotten the places I used to know
This face gives smiles unjustified
I once was lost but I swear I'm fine
Until the ground holds me in its arms
I'm true, and I'll wait for you"

(this chapter will make you very sad.)
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"Gerard..." Frank walked over to me. I avoid his gaze, my face burning in humiliation and shame. "How could you do this to me?" He looked legitimately heartbroken, his face making me feel tears brimming at my eyes.

"And Ray..." He looks at Ray with disdain. Frank's eyes were red and I noticed the blood on his hands. "You betrayed me... you betrayed Mikey..." Ray looked up at Frank pleadingly.

"It was a mistake," Ray's voice trembled, his hands gripping the bedsheets. "Please, Mikey will be so upset..."

"Have a drink," Frank smiled and handed a Ray a plastic bottle. Ray hesitantly took it and opened the cap. "You made a mistake...I'm sure some coffee will make you be in a better mood."

I didn't trust Frank's bullshit for at all. He's gonna drug Ray- poison Ray- do something to him... I gotta tell Ray to-

But before I knew it, Ray was drinking from the bottle. I felt a sick churning at my stomach and I rush towards the curly-haired man.

"RAY!" I screamed, trying to take the bottle from him. "DON'T- ARGH-!"

Frank pulled me back and Ray dropped the bottle, his body going limp. "NO!" I screamed, struggling in Frank's grasp. I screamed and convulsed, trying to escape. Frank pinned me to the bed and I tried my hardest to fight back.

"LET ME GO!" I shrieked, kicking out in vain. Frank pulled out his handcuffs and somehow got me strapped to the bedpost. I struggled against the restraints, yelling for help.

Frank shoved a piece of fabric in my mouth and duct-taped it to my lips before I could spit it out. I screamed and wailed through the gag, but it was no use. Frank got off the bed and poked at Ray's stomach.

Ray groaned, still conscious but not mobile. He couldn't move. I screamed through the gag for help but Ray wasn't able to do anything.

Frank hummed and sat Ray on the chair, tying him to the armrests. Ray struggled weakly, his eyes half-lidded and listless. I felt tears roll down my face.

"S-stop it," Ray slurred, "Frank, this is illegal..." my husband pinched Ray's arm harshly, making him wince in discomfort.

"Cheating was illegal a long time ago," Frank hissed, "But now, it's just looked down upon."

"Frank," I saw tears rolling down Ray's face, "Mmsorry," Frank scoffed and got on the bed.

Frank pulled out a gun and pressed it against my forehead. My eyes widened and I sobbed through the gag, looking up at my husband pleadingly.

He used to make me feel safe, now I don't trust him anymore. I don't even care that he saved my life anymore; he's about to fucking shoot me. I felt my whole world crashing down at me as I felt the cold metal on my forehead. Frank, my loving husband, the man that I vowed to stay with and support for the rest of my life, is no longer the man I loved.

He is an entirely different person.

I closed my eyes and cried silently, waiting for the end to come. It took a few seconds, but I finally heard the trigger pulling.

I didn't die.

But I did hear the gunshot. My eyes snapped open and the gag muffled my pained shriek.

Ray's eyes were closed, his face pale. Ray's chest was red with blood. Mikey's lover is dead.

I convulsed through the restraints and Frank just laughed. I cried and begged throgh the gag, knowing that I, too, was gonna die as well.

That wasn't the case.

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Mega oof, man 😤👌🏼
I've been thinking about stuff, ya know?