Eternally Yours - Frerard -

22.

Gerard's POV

I felt my heart drop into my fucking stomach.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. Was he fucking serious?? Was this some sick joke?? Because it wasn't fucking funny.

"Are you fucking for real right now?" Pete asks, him being the first one to speak.

I was in shock, and I think Mikey was too. His jaw was hanging open, and I think he had to keep reminding himself to breathe.

"How'd he get out??" I ask, and Frank wipes away some stray tears.

"T-they were transporting him, t-to a different prison, a-and someone drove straight into the drivers side of the car they were transporting him in. The driver was killed, a-and when the police arrived on the scene Bert was gone. Or at least, that's what the cop told me."

"This is bullshit!" Pete says. "How could they fucking let him escape like that??"

"I-I don't know, but we should calm down-" Mikey says, but Pete cuts him off.

"Calm down?! The man who kidnapped Frank and wanted to take Gerard just busted out of prison, and the cops aren't doing a damn thing about it." Pete says, clearly angry.

"I'm sure they're doing all they can, but if Bert was broken out, then he's with his gang. They're in hiding, and they're not gonna be easy to track." I inform him.

"Don't you know where he would always hang out?? Can't  you tell the police where his gang meets?" Frank asks.

"The only place he ever took me to was that abandoned building, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to hold his gang meetings there." I sigh.

"Oh my god." Frank says suddenly, his face going pale.

"What?" I ask, and he looks over at Mikey, then back at me.

"Look, I know we agreed that Kellin and Vic weren't evil, but, what if they broke Bert out. Maybe that's the reason they had to leave Brendon's, because they were afraid that the cops were there for them." Frank suggests.

"Oh my god, not this again. Why are you guys so hung up on the idea of them being out to get you?? Maybe they did some petty crimes in their High School years or something like that, why do you guys assume the worst?" Mikey asks.

"They just give me weird vibes okay? I can't explain it." Frank says as he crosses his arms over his chest.

"This is not the time to be talking about this." Pete says suddenly, seeming aggravated.  "We need to focus on ways to keep Frank and Gerard safe. They are both in immediate danger, and we need to figure out ways to keep them safe."

"He's right." Mikey says. "We need to focus on that."

"Well, can we focus on that in the morning?" Frank asks. "I'm tired, and I need a clear head if we're gonna talk about this."

"Fine, but we're not leaving. We're staying in this apartment and making sure you guys are safe." Pete says.

"Yeah." Mikey agrees. "We'll be sleeping on your couch."

"Fine." Frank agrees. "I just need some sleep."

-

When Frank and I wake up the next morning we both call into work saying we're sick, allowing both of us to have the day off and talk about the whole situation.

"We need to call Kellin and Vic. We have to have a chat about what the fuck happened last night."

"Yeah, okay. Let's eat breakfast first though." I agree.

We both get up and make our way to the kitchen, seeing Mikey and Pete groggily follow us in.

"Did you guys sleep at all last night?" I ask, and they just look at each other.

"We both took turns sleeping so the other could watch the door and make sure nobody tried to break in." Mikey says honestly.

"Oh come on, you guys didn't have to do that." Frank says.

"Yeah, and I mean, Bert probably doesn't even know where we are. We've both moved since the whole situation, so maybe he doesn't know where we are." I add on.

"But we can't take that chance. Because if he does know where you are and we think he doesn't, we're letting our guard down. And we can't afford that." Pete says.

"Yeah yeah, okay." I say with a sigh as I sit down at the kitchen table.

We all talk for a little bit before Frank and I excuse ourselves, telling Mikey and Pete that we have to make a quick call.

Frank and I close the door to our bedroom before we sit down on the bed across from each other.

"Are you sure we should do this? I mean, what if they give us an answer we don't want to hear?" I ask, and Frank just looks at me.

"They won't tell us what we don't want to hear. They'll either tell us the truth, or they'll lie." He says.

"And how are we supposed to know if they're lying?" I ask.

Frank looks down at the bedsheets for a second before he looks back up at me.

"I guess we just have to trust our gut."

I scroll down to Kellin's contact and I press call, practically holding my breath as I wait for him to answer the phone.

It rings a couple of times before I finally hear a voice.

Hello?

"Hey Kel. I was just wondering if we could maybe uhm, talk about what happened last night?"

Oh, yeah. That.

"Yeah. That."

Look, there's not much to it if I'm being honest. We just really don't like police, I mean, acab right?

"Come on Kellin, we're not stupid." Frank cuts in. "Tell us what the fuck is going on."

Look, if I could, I would. Trust me. It's just, complicated. And I can't tell you.

"Oh that's bullshit." Frank says. "Just tell us what the fuck is going on, because right now, you sound super fucking suspicious and I honestly don't know if I can trust you anymore."

Frank, please, just trust me. Vic and I want nothing more than to protect you guys, either of us would risk our lives for it.

"Then why can't you just tell us? If you really care about us, then tell us the truth. That's all we're asking for, Kellin. As long as you're not trying to kill us, it won't change our opinion of you guys. We just need you to tell us the truth."

I hear Kellin sigh on the other line as he makes his decision.

"I have to tell you in person."