Pinky Promise (Frerard) ✔️

Twenty Two

The beginning of this chapter could possibly be triggering so just keep that in mind please 

"Everybody, please proceed to your locations for a lockdown. This is not a drill."

The guitar class all looked at each other.

Frank stood up. "Everyone get in the closet, now."

We all started putting down our guitars. Too slowly, I guess, because Frank ran over to the door and opened it. "Now!"

Everyone shuffled towards the closet. I was one of the first in. I could feel tears pricking my eyes.

Lindsey squeezed my arm. "Are you okay?"

Someone shushed her.

The closet door opened, and we all tensed up. Frank stepped inside. "Everybody stay calm, please. We're gonna be okay. I want you guys to take out your phones and text your parents. Tell them not to call you."

My lip trembled as I pulled out my phone. I texted my mom and put away my phone, covering my mouth to muffle the sob I let out.

Lindsey wrapped one arm around me. "Shh. Gerard, you have to be quiet."

I buried my face in her shoulder. I was going to die.

"Who's crying?" Frank whispered. He pushed through the small crowd. "Gerard, please calm down for me. I know it's scary."

I let out a small wail.

He wrapped his arms around me and pressed my head into his chest, I guess to muffle the noise.

We heard gunshots. The whole closet was a whispering, anxious mess.

"Everyone stay calm," Frank pleaded. He was stroking my hair. "The...the police are gonna find us. I promise."

I linked my pinky with his. He pulled his hand away.

I started hyperventilating. Tears poured down my cheeks. It was literally less than a week ago I was having amazing sex in lingerie with my boyfriend, and now I was going to die.

I heard the door to the classroom open. The entire closet went dead silent. You could hear a pin drop.

The closet door opened. Two police officers in bulletproof vests stood there. I could feel the anxiety rush out of everyone. "Everyone out of the closet. Hands on your heads. Run towards the main exit."

We all got out of the closet. I put my hands on the back of my head and followed the rest of the class, sprinting towards the exit.

We were almost to the exit. I heard two gunshots and looked behind me.

Big mistake.

There was a man with a gun, obviously not a police officer. He shot at me. Missed. Hit Frank.

I screamed.

"Gerard!"

My eyes flew open. I was a shaking mess of tears. Frank was leaning over me, looking concerned.

"What's wrong, dove?" he asked.

I flew up, nearly hitting him in the nose, and tackled him in a hug. He seemed surprised, but hugged me back nonetheless.

"What's the matter?" he asked softly. "You were whimpering and saying my name. And crying. It was not a wet dream."

I looked at the TV, which was displaying the news about a school shooting down in Georgia. That explained a lot.

"Gee?" He rubbed my back and kissed my forehead.

"I had a nightmare," I whispered. "There was a shooter at school. He killed you."