Frank runs away to escape it all. The abuse, the screams, the beatings, hopefully even his depression. But, Frank finds out that maybe things are just better off the way they were. Gerard is a serial killer, there's no other way to put it. There's no sugarcoating it. He's a cold blooded killer. Gerard will do anything he can to stay out of jail. Even when it came to ruining the life of his ex girlfriend. "Frank shook uncontrollably having smoke withdrawals as he walked through the dark streets of New Jersey, keeping his head down. He walked until he reached a crepuscular streetlight and fumbled to grab his lighter and cigarettes with shaky hands. Frank brought the small cancer stick up to his lips and inhaled, taking a long drag. He sat on the pavement and ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily. Where would he go from here?" (This is some edgy shit I wrote last year).