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

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Woah two chapters in one day 

I also just realized it's been 10 days since I've started writing this story

Hooray I guess? Lmao 

Gerard POV

I don't care if he doesn't think he's beautiful.

Because he is to me.

And that's what matters.

I quietly sketch him for the rest of breakfast, exercise hour, and then also shower break. Nobody comes to get us from the cell, so therefor I just do not care. 

"Hey, you almost done?"

He whispers quietly, his mouth spread into a grin. He looks quite adorable with a grin across his face.

"Almost, just be patient Frank."

He sighs and nods, allowing me to do my work. I want this to look good. I want it to look as amazing as Frank does. So I need time to finish. 

About ten minutes later, I hear him start to whine a bit.

"Gee lunch has started and I'm starving, can we finish later please..?"

Even though I do not want to stop, because I'm so damn close to finishing, I agree. I don't want to make him upset, so I nod and smile softly. He smiles to me in return, reaching for my hand as the both of us stand up. I take it, finally realizing what's it's like to hold the hand of the person you care about the most in the world.

It's very nice.

I like it, quite a lot. 

I open the cell door for the both of us, our hands interlocked as we make our way to the cafeteria. As Frank and I get in incredibly long line of prisoners waiting for food, my eye catches a certain someone.

Anthony. 

This means he's out of solitary now. 

It also means I have to keep Frank far away from him and his posse of friends, because I never want him to be hurt by them again. I still regret not being there for him. No, they did not ruin his face, because he's beautiful either way, but they did hurt it. 

And that's what pisses me off. 

As I'm lost in my thoughts of rage, Frank gets a sandwich for the both of us, and we take place with Bob and Ray at a table near the back of the room. Ray just smirks at the sight of us, since I'm guessing he knew all along how we felt for each other, he's weird like that. But Bob on the other hand, he glares daggers at me, which makes me quite happy. I'm glad he's jealous of what he can't have. 

Other then Bob's death glares at me, lunch is surprisingly normal, we are all just having a normal conversation, about normal things. Well, which isn't much because we are all locked up in prison, but still, it's nice. 

Until our good old pal Zeke comes by. 

God, I fucking hate him, his smug expression and greasy long brown hair. He has a strong build, better then Anthony's, I don't even know if I could stand a chance against him. I look over at Frank, who's face is white with terror as he stares up at the man. 

Zeke smirks, looking around at all of us, but his eyes landing on Frank last. 

"Hey there bud, Anthony wants you to come on over with us, so what do you say?"

I pull Frank closer to me. This won't end well. I won't let him go. 

Frank doesn't reply, looking down at the floor. 

"If you don't want your little boyfriend here to end up a bloodied mess, I suggest you come with us. Okay, pal?"

Fuck this, I'm done with his little game. Just as I'm standing up, Frank pipes up, his voice shaky and filled with fear.

"Y-Yeah sure! I'll go..!" 

I shoot Frank a glare, who just stares back at me worriedly. No, I'm not letting this happen, not again. 

Zeke takes Frank's arm and pulls him away from me, then takes his other hand an shoves me into the table, my back hitting it. I hold back a yell and string of cursing as my back is in so much pain. It feels like someone just hit me with a metal pole, well the tables are metal except for the tops, so maybe that's why. 

Ray and Bob rush over to me as Zeke is taking Frank away, leading him to their little group.

I groan in agony, as the guys help me up and sit back down. 

"Dipshits! Go help Frank!"

Bob quickly shakes his and Ray just sighs sadly.

"Gerard, you know they could probably beat us to death.."

My head feels cloudy as I watch the four men take Frank down the hall to the cells, and I'm guessing their going to their cell. Cells can be shared up to three people, though the third sleeps on a thin mat like thing on the floor. So, each person for Anthony's little group shares a cell with another person in their group. 

Fucking hell, I can see Frank struggling, but I can't get up. All I can do is watch as I see him turn the corner, and then he's out of sight.

Ray and Bob try to help me get up so I can go to the cells, eager to get Frank back. Who knows what'll happen to him, oh god, who wants to even know. 

It's been about ten minutes of me struggling, though I can feel the pain starting to decrease. 

Just as I'm getting ready to walk to the cells, even though my back is still in a bit of pain, I hear a gunshot ring out, from where all the cells are. 

Everyone is silent for a millisecond, and then it's complete chaos. Prisoners are screaming, guards are running, and I'm racing with fear. 

How did they get a fucking gun?! 

I know they probably stole it from a guard, but how? Without being caught? 

I scream at Bob and Ray to help me, as we all run, me struggling to to keep up, as we round the corner of the hallway to all the cells. 

Multiple guards are dragging the guys away from each other, all of them yelling and cursing. 

Another is crouched over something in the cell, using a walkie-talkie to radio someone. 

I slowly walk up the the cell bars, my heart dropping when I see what, or more like, who the guard is crouched over.

It's Frank.

His eyes are closed.

There's a bullet in his abdomen. 

And his blood is splattered across the wall he is slumped up against.

After seeing such a sight, I sink to my knees and do only what I could think of doing in this moment.

And that, is to simply just scream.

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oml that got dark 

yikes 

Fronkie :( 

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