We All Go To Hell

Chapter Twelve

"Gone? What do you mean? Where is she?"

I wasn't sure if he meant she had died or that she had just disappeared. Either way it was heartbreaking.

"I dont fucking know!!"

His voice raised and his cheeks flushed, rage coursing through him.

I knew it wasnt directed at me but I couldn't help but feel a bit bad.

"Gerard..i- im sorry..."

Now he was whispering, tangling my fingers in his.

"Don't apologize,  you have a right to be angry, or sad, or depressed. .or however you're feeling. You're allowed to feel anything you want. "

He gave a smile that was clearly fake but he was trying, and that was something.

"I just...she's done this before...a-and last time it happened...i-i almost lost her...for good."

A sob formed in his throat, but he choked it back, giving my hand a squeeze.

"Its okay. Frankie, its okay, I'll help you find her."

"Thank you, gerard."

He murmured, kissing my cheek.

"I was...I was going to stay with Janet..that's what I was asking her..but she...she cant afford it and I can't blame her. Her husband's using all the money for his own addiction. And I just..I dont really..do you think that....uh..that I can stay with you?"

The fact he was asking made me gasp slightly.

"Of course you can,  you dont even have to ask. Come on.. you wanna get some stuff from your place then go over to mine?"

He nodded, smiling.

"Thank you, baby."

I smiled back, tugging him toward the main roads.

I was glad he'd opened up to me, it made me feel better now that I knew something about his home life.

His dad died, his mom was a mess, he had no one. Everyone abandoned him. So I had to be there for him. I had to hold him up. I had to help him keep running; to never let them take the light behind his eyes.

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Franks house was different than I'd imagined.

It was a small cottage like home and had dying plants in front of the house. Though, I suppose with no one to tend to them they were destined to rot away.

He led me inside, not bothering to turn any of the lights on, considering the sun was only just beginning to go down.

He led me upstairs to what I assumed was his room.

The walls were white and they were covered in posters of all kinds. Clothes scattered the floor along with notebooks and sheet music and guitar picks and even some Polaroid photos (of what, I couldnt tell)

"What should I bring?"

He asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Anything you want."

I replied with, letting my eyes wander.

I saw cigarette butts on the floor and soda cans all over the desk.

Before I knew it, he had thrown some clothes in a black duffle bag and had his guitar hanging from the strap over his shoulder.

"Okay. Im ready."

He announced,  and I nodded, stepping out of the room behind him.

Then we were walking to my house, in a slightly awkward silence.

We both wanted to say something, but it was the wrong topic and we both knew it.

We got there at around 8 and my mom was painting her fingernails at the table.

"Hi, geebear, youre home late. You didnt call about dinner so I just left some pasta in the fridge for you."

"Thanks ma, uh..do you think that Frank can stay here for a bit? Hes having home troubles."

She nodded, putting on a sympathetic face.

"Sure thing. Just call if you need anything."

We both nodded and headed for my room.

"I honestly cant thank you enough."

He said, turning to me once the door was closed and we were alone.

"You dont have to thank me."

I smiled, light-heartedly.

"Well, im going to."

A small smirk graced his lips and, before I could comprehend anything, his hand was cupping my cheek.

I swallowed, my eyes running over his face until they met his eyes.

His beautiful,  breath taking, eyes. They could pull me in and have me under a spell within seconds,  and...as much as that scared me, it was just what I needed. (As cliche and girly as it sounds, its true.)

"Frank, i-"

I couldnt even finish my sentence before his lips were pressed to mine. They were soft and smooth like id expected.

I moved my hand to the back of his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair that hung on his neck. Then he pulled back just slightly, letting our foreheads touch.

"I really like you."

He whispered.

"I-...I wasn't sure before..but I do. And it scares me actually...how much I like you."

I pecked his lips one more time, moving my hand to his cheek and running my thumb over his smooth skin.

"I like you too, Frankie."

And it was the truth. I did like him, it did scare me, I knew how he felt. It scared me that maybe one day I'd be in love with him. And I knew that I was incapable of being the one he could rely on and the one he could love.

I just knew it.

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Holy smokes!! Two updates in one day!! Its a new record! ! Im just very excited about the future in this fic okay well, yeah, ill try and get another up later woo!! Xoxo