Look at us, we messed up, and now we are sharing a cell. ( Frerard/Ferard )

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oOoOoOO I'm bAcK biTcHes

Also why the hell does this have over 250 reads

I- 

*confusion* 

Frank POV 

We had stayed in our tight embrace until the guards tore him away from me. 

I was forced to go to exercise hour, while he was dragged off to what I presume to be solitary confinement. I walked to the fenced yard space we have for exercise, and slowly walk the track, keeping my eyes glued to the worn down pavement. I can't help but let my mind wonder off into a chaos of thoughts. Why had he embraced me like that? He has never done anything remotely close to that, just some stupid flirting I guess you could say, but every time he said it in a jokingly manner. But, in that moment, that warm, comforting hug, it felt like he really did mean it. And everything he had said to Anthony..it just didn't seem fake. 

Could he really-

"Frank!"

My train of thoughts is suddenly cut off as I whip my head around to see Ray and Bob bouncing down the track to catch up with me. 

"Hey guys, what's up?"

"Dude, it was insane this morning, I can't believe you weren't there!" Ray exclaims as Bob nods his head in agreement.  

I sigh and shrug, not sure what they want me to say as an answer. 

"Well, I mean I heard it.."

Bob then pipes up, moving ahead of Ray.

"Y'know, Gerard has never, ever, done that for someone. Never in the five years that he has been here. Because he just doesn't care about people."

Does that mean he cares about me?

Oh my fucking god, does he?

I doubt it. 

But still. 

I shake the thoughts from my head and walk away from the two of them for the remainder of the exercise hour. We get called to go to the showers, and I practically sprint out of there, in hopes of  being one of the first there. 

Unfortunately, I didn't even make it to the showers.

Instead, I was pulled away from the room, and helplessly dragged around the corner of the hallway, and pinned against the wall by someone quite strong. 

Once I had the courage to finally look the man in the eyes, I saw that it was Zeke, the man close to my age with the long brown hair. He is one of Anthony's friends. Well fuck. 

"You're little psychotic friend got Anthony in deep shit, and you're going to pay for it, you little bitch." 

He practically spits in my face and I try to back away, but since there's just a wall behind me, there's not really a way to move away from him. 

He shoves me against the cold wall, his hands pinned to my shoulders. He towers over me as he removes one of his hands to then only make contact with the side of my face. 

I bite my lip to refrain from screaming out. Damn, this guy can throw hard punches. Compared to him, I'm a literal twig. He's six foot something while I'm like, what, five six? 

His mouth then twists up into a sickening grin as he punches me in the jaw, then the nose. He takes his other hand, jamming it into my side where my ribs are. I can't help but cry out as tears starting leaking from my eyes. After I had made the commotion, two guards I have not seen before pry Zeke off of me. 

As they drag him away, he mouths the words 'weak bitch' to me. I could care less, as I crumple to the floor, my sobs echoing throughout the hallway. 

Time Skip

I must have passed out, because I awake in my cell on my stiff wooden bed. I feel the amounts of dried blood on my face when I put a hand to it. I know it'll bruise, it hurts like hell from the slightest touch. Same with my side as well, but I can't be bothered to even look at it. 

I guess I must've been out for a couple of hours, because as I peer out from the cell bars I notice everyone is having dinner. I fail to spot Zeke, as well as Anthony and Gerard, indicating he, if not all of them now, are in solitary confinement. 

I go to the sink next to the toilet in the back of our cell, looking at my horrid face in the cracked, dusty mirror. I virtuously scrub the blood from my face with my hands and the water from the sink. I stop as soon as most of the remaining blood is gone, because god knows how many damn germs is in the tap water here. 

After a guard spots that I have awoken from my black out, he comes and opens the cell door, leading me to the cafeteria. I scan the area with my eyes, spotting Bob and Ray, who's faces mold into a shocked expression when I sit down.

Ray puts down his food to speak the obvious.

"Dude, you look like you just got the living hell beat out of you."

"That's because I did get the living hell beat out of me, great observation Ray."

I sigh and roll my eyes, looking away from the both of them. I wonder if Gerard is okay. I hope he's okay. 

I need him to be okay.

Because I need him to embrace me again.

And tell me things are going to be alright.

Because right now, they are not o-fucking-kay.

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aggHH sorry for such a bad ending for this chapter 

But hey I'm trying here :') 

Hopefully it wasn't too awful