All I Want is Nothing (Frerard)

They Gave us Two Shots to the Back of the Head

All I Want Is Nothing - Chapter Two

~Still Gerard's POV~

"Ahem," Gerard's mother cleared her throat as she watched him set down his coffee with her stern eyes and opened her mouth to speak again, "are we forgetting something?"

Gerard looked around, but could not see or remember anything that he had forgotten, so he shrugged and continued to sip at his coffee. He jumped and spilled some coffee on himself as his mother boomed out another lecture and reminded him what he was missing.

"YOUR JOB INTERVI-"

That was all Gerard had to hear before he leaped out of the wooden chair he had been sitting in and ran for the door, reaching it before the nimble woman could hit him over the head with the frying pan she was carrying. Thankfully, the taxi was waiting outside for him and he quickly got in, giving the driver directions before slumping into the seat comfortably. Gerard moved his hair out of his eyes with his callused fingers and couldn't help but giggle silently as he remembered the remark Mikey had made about them.

"Your fingers look like fucking fish sticks, Gee" Mikey groaned as he inspected his brother's hands, flipping them over again and again to inspect the so called "fish sticks".

Gerard's train of thought and giggles were interrupted by the driver's sharp turn, jolting Gerard back into reality. He realized that they were in an unfamiliar area, and definitely not in the part of New Jersey he'd ever been in. His breath caught in his throat as he read the road sign. They were in Newark.

"Um, I'm pretty sure this isn't where I need to go." Gerard said, matter-of-factly, even though he was scared shitless.

He was so caught up in his own thoughts the entire ride he hadn't even realized the so called "taxi driver" had put on a ski mask and was holding a pistol in his free hand. Gerard didn't know what to be worried more about; the fact that the driver was going 50 mph higher than the speed limit or the fact that he was holding a lethal weapon.

"Shut up," the man said sternly, clutching the gun harder. "I should tie you up or some shit, cover your mouth with a gag. I bet you'd love that, you naughty bitch."

Gerard's mouth was open in awe, how dare he talk to him like that?! After all, he barely knew anything about him, including if he liked bondage or not. He did watch some rather painful porn with some gags and machinery, which he enjoyed quite a bit, but having those things happen to himself? He couldn't bring even his fucked up mind to think of it. Wait, what the hell was he thinking? There was a kidnapper who was posing as a taxi driver in the same vehicle as him! Surely he could think of more useful things than if a butt plug felt good up his ass.

"W-where are you taking me?"

"To my house, and didn't I tell you to shut up?"

"Well it's not like I'm willingly letting you kidnap me!"

"It's not kidnapping the way I see it."

"What the hell is the way you see it, then?!"

"I see it as setting you free, taking you away from your troubles. Isn't that what you want, huh Gee?"

"Wha-"

"Shut up."

Gerard obliged hesitantly and his heart was pounding fast as the stranger pulled into a driveway he hadn't even noticed was there, and got out of the car. Gerard tried to open the door to get out as well, but it was locked. He looked up to see the man in the mask wave at him as he opened the gates to his home- or whatever was behind those trees compacted tightly together to conceal what was inside. Gerard did what he had forgotten how to do when the stranger had been driving him away, to possibly his demise. He screamed.

"HELP ME! PLEASE SOMEBODY HELP! HELP!" he cried, but he knew it was no use. He was stuck in the middle of nowhere with his abductor, in some crappy car with the windows tinted so dark that even the driver and passenger(s) could barely see out, let alone anyone see in. Gerard sighed as he repositioned himself to a more comfortable point, and began to cry. Gerard hadn't cried for a long time, or at least he thought so. 'Three months was a long time, right?' he questioned himself over and over, weeping continuously. He could see his mother over him, screaming that he was a pussy and it was no big deal. He almost smiled through the tears as he thought about how she would react to her eldest son being kidnapped by some phony taxi driver. 'She probably wouldn't care' he thought, bringing more tears to his eyes. He jumped up and fixed his posture so he wasn't so slouched over in the chair when someone tapped on the window, a habit that his mother forced upon him, for she hated when he slouched.

"Get the fuck out of my car, slut." the man's voice echoed throughout the car, despite him being outside.

~A/N~ Hello frendos! The second chapter has been written as you can see -ghehehe- due to me being bored as shit and I personally couldn't wait to write more. This was not reread because I didn't have time, so please indicate any errors if you're bothered by them and I'll change it right away!

Br. Gabby if you're reading this... I hate you

(jk)

Next chapter will be up on 11/7 or whenever I have free time! Thanks for reading if you did, and comments and favorites are always appreciated (even though I haven't gotten any yet bwaha) but dude 9 READS. Man I wish I could give you all a big hug.

Just kidding, I hate hugs.

Next chapter will hopefully contain smut, depending on what I'm feeling

Im going to be inserting a 'fuck' in every chapter so its always readable for everyone so fuck ~