Going away- Frerard (reupload)

Chapter fourteen

Frank tried to roll over, furrowing his brow as felt his body pinned under heavy weight. He squinted his eyes open to find Quinn sleeping on one side and Bert on the other. They had their head resting on his shoulders; arms flung over his chest and their legs tangled over his. He squirmed and they opened their eyes, Bert smiling sheepishly and Quinn stretching his arms over his head and arching his back off the bed.

"Sorry, Frank. I didn't want to sleep alone and you guys were already asleep so I just curled up next to you." Bert explained, a little embarrassed.

Frank just sat up and yawned, "No biggy, I was cozy. What time is it?"

Bert rolled over to look at the clock, "Almost two."

"What?! I have to get home!" Frank said, jumping out of bed frantically and putting his shoes on, trying to ignore the throbbing pain of his hangover headache.

He said goodbye to the other two boys and left the room. Half way down the hallway another bedroom door opened and Matt and the boy from the night before stepped out. Matt stopped dead in his tracks.

"Frankie. Uh, what are you doing here? I thought you left last night." He said nervously.

"Yeah, I bet you did." He said before walking around him and down the stairs.

"Frankie wait!" Matt yelled, running after him. "I'm sorry. Please don't go. Let's get something to eat and talk or something. Come on, don't leave me."

"Fuck off, Matt. And don't call me Frankie, my name is Frank." He said without looking at the other boy.

"So what now, you're going to go back to that prick that punched me for no reason last night?" Matt yelled.

Frank stopped and turned around to face him. "He's not a prick! And he didn't punch you for no reason! He punched you because you're a dick and he cares about me!"

Matt scoffed, "Nobody cares about you Frank. The only reason anyone would want you is because you're a whore."

Before either of them could process what was happening, Frank's fist connected with Matt's already black, swollen eye.

Frank stared in shock as he rolled around on the floor crying in pain. The boy that he was with before walked up to him, "I'm Branden. I'm so sorry, I didn't know he was with you. He told me he didn't have anyone last night after he got in that fight. I really didn't know."

"It's ok. He's a manipulating piece of crap anyway." Frank replied.

Branden went over to Matt who was still rolling around on the floor.

"I can't believe you lied to me!" He yelled and kicked Matt in the crotch before storming away.

Frank watched Matt as he hollered in pain, looking like he was going to throw up, before rushing out the door.

He headed straight for the store because they were supposed to be at work. He ran inside looking down all of the isles for Gerard but didn't spot him. He hurried into Charlie's office and found it empty so he went to find the assistant manager, Margaret.

"Margaret, where's Charlie and Gerard?"

"They took the day off. Charlie called and said he had some things to attend with to get ready for the new manager of the store."

"Okay thanks." He said as he rushed out the door to his truck.

When he got home the driveway was empty. He unlocked the door and went inside, running down the hall.

"Gerard? Mikey? Are you guys here?" He hollered, banging on Gerard's door. Nobody answered so he opened it and the room was dark. And empty. Their things were gone.

"Gerard?" He yelled frantically, racing back out into the living room where he found a note on the coffee table. He walked over and picked it up:

Frank,
You weren't home when you were supposed to be last night. I don't know what you said to Gerard but he seems really upset. I'm taking them home. If you were home when you were told to be then you could have at least said goodbye but you weren't so it's your loss. I'll be home tomorrow morning. The number to their house is on the fridge in case you need to get a hold of me.

Charlie

Frank sat down on the couch, reading the words over and over again, I'm taking them home. Tears stung his eyes as reality began to set in, Gerard was gone.

He lied. He said he'd never leave me and he did. It's all my fault. He thought to himself as he sobbed into his hands.

He got up and ran into his bedroom, throwing himself onto the bed as he cried. When he slid his hands up under his pillow he felt a piece of paper and pulled it out. It was an envelope with his named scrawled neatly on the front. He opened it carefully and pulled out a letter:

Dear Frankie,
I'm sorry about the way I acted last night. I was just upset and confused. I don't understand how, if you love me, you used me and went for Matt. You never really explained that to me, so I don't know.

But I do know that this is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It doesn't feel right to be leaving, especially after I promised I would never leave you. But it hurts so much to sit back and watch you ruin yourself with scum like Matt. You're so beautiful, Frankie and he ruins that. He doesn't deserve something as wonderful as. You're out of his league.

I'm crying right now, sitting on your bed as I write this. My tears are staining this letter and your blankets but I want you to know that it isn't because I'm angry or jealous. It's because I love you. I'm crying because I'm leaving the only person I've ever fallen in love with and it feels like my heart is being put through a blender right inside my chest. But I can't be around you everyday when all I want is to be able to kiss you or hold you and I can't. Maybe I'm being selfish but so are you. Maybe that's why we'd be so good together.

I just need some time to think about things and sort my feelings out. I'll never be the same without you again. You're my other half and you have my heart now. I'll always be incomplete as long as we're apart. I just hope that I have yours too.

I'm leaving now. I love you Frankie Doodle and I'm sorry for everything.

Love Always,
Gee

Frank felt his heart break all over again and nausea swirl around in his stomach but at the same time he had never been happier.

Gerard loved him.