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g's pov

I thought I was dreaming. The lights barley filtered through my eye lids. I heard crying and mumbles. Complete hell had broken out. I didn’t want to wake up. I didn’t want to see what insanity had fallen upon us this time. I rolled over without opening my eyes.

“It’s okay, mom. I don’t think he’s going to wake up.” When I heard my angel speak like that, I knew I had to wake up. I couldn’t leave him alone in whatever mess had taken place. I never wanted to. I blinked a few times and saw a wall. I sat up. It only took a second for my eyes to widen and my heart to stop.

“Donna, what happened?” my father asked quietly. “I killed him. I…killed…killed him.”

I was lost. My mother was no murderer. My mother…

I wondered what she must of felt. She had killed someone. Something she was strongly against. “Who am I to say who lives and who dies?” A ghostly sentence that my mother had spoken one morning over orange juice and cigarettes.

Mr. Shinpoker lay face down in a pool of blood. Frank’s toes sinking in, barley over the threshold. His mother cradled him. My own mother stood with pure disgust on her face as she stared down the now dead body.

Mrs. Pricolo sobbed with shock, shame, and confusion. Her baby. He almost killed you, my baby. She was heartbroken. Her husband was dead at her feet. A fresh widow. She shook with Frank in her painful grip. It was almost over. Larry would be gone forever soon. My father picked up the phone in a calm daze. Mikey fast asleep in his bed. I was looking around at the wreckage. I had just missed a hurricane of blood.

Maybe it was better that he died. There was no threat of future violence or promised revenge. He couldn’t harm them. Divorce would take so much longer than a blow to the head. No court or any nasty work along those lines. They had a funeral to have, but then they would never see him again. So, maybe it was better that it ended with violence. “Violence is never the answer,” Mikey had said so many times in his shorter life. I guess he was wrong in this case.

I crawled over to him in silence. Shaken myself at the sudden sight at the end of me bed. I sat down on his bed and shook his shoulder quietly. “Mikey, I think it’s time to wake up,” I whispered. Mikey groaned and I thought briefly that maybe I should’ve spared him the gruesome scene. It was too late as he looked up at me. “What’s going on?” I stroked his hair and bit my lip. “I don’t know. I just don’t know.” He squinted with strict confusion. “What’s going on, g?” He was desperate for an answer. He knew it was painful. He heard the crying and his face lost all emotion. His mouth hung open slightly. He sat up swiftly and his mouth drooped the rest of the way open. His eyes shocked and slow to react. He stared. It was all he was capable of.

Later his tears wet his cheeks and I held onto him. We watched Frank and his mother. We watched the paramedics take Mr. Shinpoker away under the white blankets. His face was covered in blood from lying in it. His eyes open and white. They took him away and called it self defense. I couldn’t speak. Mikey cried and I tried not to. We were frozen in the warm room. I just held onto him until the morning.

note: happy st. patricks day all. i, as usual, am sorry for the new record breakingly late post. On top of that it's really short but I felt like it would be wrong to continue to a new scene in the same chapter. I hope you guys are still willing to keep up with this story a little longer. We're nearing 2 years of this story which is pathetically longer than I've known any fan fiction to have taken. Thanks for reading. peace xoxo Sammie Leah

...continued. chapter 45

2 more chapters....i'm ready to get this over with...

I wondered if she was telling the truth. It Hadn’t been the first time those words had swam into my ears. The first time she said that to me my eyes welled up with tears, but now it was like a medicine that didn’t work anymore. It carried less hope than when someone close to you dies and your parents whisper to you that “everything will be okay”.

I wished and prayed that she meant it. This time I stared at the table and ran sentences through my mind. Sentences like “I hope it’s not another water proof band-aid that comes off in the pool,” and “Jesus I hope this isn’t real,” or, “please let her be serious…” I couldn’t know though. My stomach swirled with anticipation and nerves. I never wanted to see Larry again. I never wanted my mother to see Larry again. I could deal with another death, but I didn’t want to…and I wasn’t sure that I could make it out with my sanity again.

I never let my guard down. Not even as Gerard rubbed my back or told me to relax. I laid in bed next to him and zoned out and left my eyes on the blank ceiling. I wasn’t there. I didn’t know why I felt so…killed. My mind didn’t go past dinner and my heart didn’t go past my skin. I knew what I was doing but I didn’t know why. I was going into war mode.

Maybe it was my ominous feeling or the stress starting to get to me. I don’t know what, but it was as bad as knowing you’re going to die soon. “All the horror movies…I’m just being a drama queen…” I whispered to myself. I sighed and rolled over and looked at the wall next to the hall door. I hated the way the red bathroom walls reflected the light red . “Red light and black shadows…in a horror movie I’d be dead when I saw that in about 2.7 minutes.”

Gerard was drooling. Mikey had the blankets wrapped around his head as if he were freezing. I was covered in a frustrated sweat that made the numbers on the clock roll even slower. I prayed for peace. I wished to sleep. Anything to get me out of the bum world of what I know knew as New York. I knew it as a dangerous filthy town. It brought stress and grief to the even the freest spirit. The clouds were gray to me even if every day blue skies floated peacefully overhead.

3 a.m. rolled around the corner and I had settled for staring out the window even though it was like staring at a black cloth. It was silent with the exception of Gerard or Mikey snorting, moaning and sighing. It had gotten to the point where my ears started picking up high pitcher buzzing like a radio signal or something and it was driving me insane.

Something slammed and I heard a yell. My mouth hung open and I scrambled toward the sound, toward the hall door. Someone was yelling. They were furious…they said so…It was Larry. “How could you….because of that little shit?!….word over mine!” were the few words he could understand. Then the words were quiet. Then he couldn’t hear them. The door clicked with when it opened and he could hear the quiet voice almost perfectly….fucking flimsy doors. No wonder how the Way’s heard Gerard and I….

“Put it down Larry,” my mom whispered. She whimpered. “Please?” she gasped. She choked a sob and let another one go. I froze. “What’s going on?! What’s happening?! What’s going on?!” I whispered with a few sporadic movements. “Please Larry,” she begged again. “Plea-” “SHHH. He commanded. “You wake anyone and I kill you!” he whispered. “Better yet, I’ll kill your faggot son. He’s just right here after all.” There were foot steps. Frank stared at the golden doorknob as it slowly turned a centimeter. His breath caught in his chest. He couldn’t move. “It’s locked” he thought, but it gave him no comfort as it slowly rotated farther. His heart skipped a few beats and then the knob stopped turning. It made a small “click” as he let go of the knob. “No-o. No,.” she sobbed. I looked through the peep hole. “Then go back to the room,” he said. He was standing right in front of the door.

I scanned the room for something to attack with. My eyes light up and I grabbed my weapon. I went to the door and took a breath. I looked through the peep hole again. He was still in position. I took two more breaths and silently took the door knob in my hand and turned it. I shoved a pillow case over his head, pulled him down to a back bend and twisted the material tight. His hand pulled at the tight material. He tried to walk forward, but I pulled him hard backwards and he fell at my feet. His nails scratched my arms and I bit my lip and held on. He jerked around and my hands were slipping off. I dug my nails in tighter. Every time he jerked it pulled my nails farther away from my finger. He threw his head back tossing me off balance back into the room. He stood up and tore the pillow case off of his head. His face was purple and red. His lips pressed so tight in fury they were white. His fists ready to beat me to death. His face went black with a clunk. He fell to my feet. My eyes followed his fall . I scrambled backwards. Blood pooled in a small dint the back of his head. I looked at the door way and Mrs. Way stood in the door way with a hotel lamp in her hands like a base ball bat. My mom scattered to her feet and scrambled behind Mrs. Way. “Frankie!” she sobbed.

Frank/Gerard

Gerard's P.O.V.

Part 43

It was impossible. I had to be dreaming. I shook my head and looked around again. The adults were happy. They made jokes and laughed. They didn’t care about the age difference between Frankie and I. They didn’t care that the rooming situations were equal to putting two sisters and a straight boy together. No one cared.

That is no one cared except Mr. Shinpoker. We didn’t know it, but as we sat and laughed and spent quality time with our family, Mr. Shinpoker was at home, boiling. He threw things and screamed as if someone had just screwed him over. He broke the window, and didn’t care that his fist was gushing blood.

“I’ll be right back. I’m just going to go check on Larry,” Mrs. Pricolo said taking her purse to the pay phones. Frank followed her with his eyes. He didn’t like the idea of Larry knowing about our relationship. I didn’t know why, because Mrs. Pricolo knew, and was happy about him being gay. What else was there to worry about?

“It’s going to be okay, angel. Your mom is fine with it. She won’t let Larry do anything. I wont let Larry do anything,” I said quietly under the roar of the lively restaurant. He smiled weakly and I kissed him softly.

My mom ruined our kiss though by saying, “Aw. Couldn’t you wait for your first kiss in front of us until Frank’s mom got back?” I pulled away, embarrassed beyond all belief and just let my head drop behind Frank’s head and onto his shoulder. “Come on, hun, can’t you see you’re embarrassing him,” my dad said. I picked my head up. “Can we just drop it? It’s awkward.” I mumbled. “Okay,” my dad said, “Don’t you guys want to know how we know about all of this?”

Mikey gave me a glance and rolled his eyes. “Not really,” I sighed. I knew he was going to tell us anyway. “Well, we’ll tell you anyway,” he said. “We heard Mikey on the phone one night with his boyfriend. And another night we heard moaning while Mikey went for a swim. A couple nights after we heard the moaning Mrs. Pricolo got s surprise when she went to the pool late one night,” my dad finished with a laugh.

I gagged. It was disgusting. “Dad! Stop! That’s gross!” Mikey commanded. “Oh, well excuse me.” “I think we’re all scared for the rest of our lives,” Mikey moaned with displeasure. He was rubbing his temples with his eyes closed.

Mrs. Pricolo looked flustered as she sat back down at the table. She set her red handbag on the table, with a bit too much care. She fitteled with it four times too many, signaling to Frank that something wasn’t right. “What’s wrong, mom?”

She glanced up at him. Her eyes were wide. For a moment, she had the perfect ‘deer in the headlights’ persona. She wiped it away though with a fake smile that curved her eyes into crescent shapes. “Nothing,” she breathed with a slight laugh, “Everything’s fine.” “Mom, what’s wrong?” Frank asked slow and strict.

Mrs. Pricolo glanced at the table, her finger tips, her cup. “Larry’s at the hospital-No! he’s fine! It’s okay. He just cut his hand on a window. When he went down to the bar, they forced him to go with the paramedics to the hospital. They said it was procedure when one of their customers was hurt to that extent. He needs a few stitches. He’ll be back with in the hour.”

“How the hell did he cut his hand that badly on a window?” Frank asked with tone and expression of “how fucking stupid can you be” . “Well,” she answered, “you know how he gets.” Frank’s face slumped. “He went off again?” he asked weekly. “Shh, Frankie.” Mrs. Pricolo reached across the table and gently stroked his cheek. “No, mom,” Frank said pushing his mother’s hand away and sitting up, “he’s a grown man. He needs to learn how to control his anger. He should already know how to!” “Frankie, don’t worry about it-” his mom started to say. “No! What if we were there? Huh?! You know what he would have done to you! You would be the one in the hospital! And if not you, it would be me.”

“No, Frankie. Larry’s not like that.” “Yes he is mom!”, Frank interrupted forcefully, “you didn’t know I knew mom, but I knew! He’s the reason you’ve been in and out of the hospital since he’s come along! Not car crashes! Not surgeries! Not any of that shit you try to feed everyone! It’s him!

“And I’ve never told you, but half of those bruises from my last school, they were from him! I couldn’t disappoint you then mom, but now he’s gone too far. He’s never hurt himself before, and if he doesn’t care if he’s hurt, he doesn’t care if we’re dead.”

Frank was standing now, glaring down at his mother. Her mouth was gaping and tears filled her eyes to the brim. “He-he hurt you?” she asked letting some pour down her face. “No,” she breathed, “no, no , no ,no!” She sprinted around the table and took Frank into her arms. “No, baby, no!” she sobbed into the top of his hair. “I’m sorry Frankie! I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

Frank held her tight. His face resting on her shoulder. “Mom, it’s okay,” he was saying. “No it’s not. I’m supposed to protect you.”

Seem familiar? It felt like a lot of people were saying that to Frank lately. Only She and I though. We’re supposed to protect him, and we both failed.

“It’s all over Frankie. You’re right. He should have never stayed in the first place.” “So-” Mrs. Pricolo nodded. “He’s gone.”

Frank/Gerard

Part42

Frank's P.O.V.

When I woke up the next morning Gerard and Mikey were sitting on Mikey’s large bed watching television. Each of them had a hand holding a Twisler up to their lips as they gnawed with loud smacking sounds. They were watching Ren & Stimpy.

The sun outlines the floral patterns on the curtains. The room looked gray and musty. I looked at the clock. It was two p. m. “Your mom came in a couple hours ago to check on you. She thought you were sick because you were sleeping so late,” Mikey said with smacks of his Twisler interrupting every couple of syllables.

I looked over at them. Mikey hadn’t even glanced at me. He stared at the television. Gerard looked over at me and smiled. I felt myself visibly jump. His smile faded. “What?” he asked with furrowed brows. “N-othing. Just, what happened to your eyes?” I asked. “What’s wrong with them?” He touched the skin right under his eye softly. “Nothing,” I answered,” they’re just bloodshot.”

He leaned over to look in the mirror on the wall next to the T.V. He furrowed his brows at his reflection. “Huh. That’s weird. It should go away in a hour I guess, ” he said. He let it go with the shrug of his shoulders. “Want some Twislers?” He asked holding a Twisler out to me. I took it with a “Thanks”.

I don’t know how I did it, but in the next few minutes I found myself on Mikey’s bed also, smacking on Twislers, completely enveloped in The Pinky & The Brain. I cocked my eyebrow at the strange unknown movement. I didn’t relies how hypnotizing cartoons could be.

Commercials came on and my muscles relaxed. “This is such a wonderful show!” I heard a scratchy voice say only a foot away. I jumped and turned towards it. There was Gerard and Mikey’s Grandma sitting on Gerard’s bed. “How’d you get in?” Mikey asked, just as confused as I. “The door was open,” she said carelessly. “Oh…Mrs. Pricolo must have left it open from when she came to check on Frank,” Mikey concluded.

“So. How is everyone today? Hmm?” Mrs. Rush asked perkily. We all nodded implying that we were all right. “And you, Mrs. Rush?” I asked trying to be polite. “Well, I’m very well, my little side kick. I got to see an old Beatles concert on a classic rock station this morning. They always put me on the right foot.”

Gerard yawned. He stood up and stretched making a diagonal line with his arms. “I’m going to go take a shower,” he said lazily before shuffling into the bathroom. “That’s s good idea, Gerard,” Mrs. Rush said loud enough so he could hear, “because all four parents want everyone to go have dinner together as a family in a couple hours.”

“Family,” I thought, “but…Larry and mom and I aren’t related to the Ways…I guess because they think we should unite or some shit like that.” The word unite triggered the Captain Planet theme song in my head, which forced me to let out a dazed laugh.

“I’m going to go so you boys can get ready in private,” Mrs. Rush said scuffing off with smiles. “Bye grandma,” Mikey called as she shut the door behind her.

I ran a hand through my hair, realizing for the first time how greasy it had gotten. I was disgusted with myself and decided to join Gerard in the shower. It couldn’t wait.

I gathered some new clothes-a red hoodie, some black jeans and my friend’s band, Narcist, t-shirt-and went to the bathroom. Gerard fortunately hadn’t locked the door. He poked his head out from behind the shower curtain out of curiosity, smiling when he saw it was me. “Hey babe,” I said before pecking him on the lips. “Joining me?” he asked with a devilish grin. “Yeah, but not for sex,” I snickered. He gave me a fake pout and I poked his nose. “Meany,” he whined as I stepped into the shower. “Sorry,” I said kissing his nose then continued with a real conversation, “Did you hear what your grandma said?” “Kinda. We’re going out to somewhere.” “Yeah dinner. As a ‘family’ or some shit like that.” Gerard rolled his eyes and we stopped talking. I just washed my hair and he rolled soap around his body.

Mikey took a shower after us. By the time he was out, everyone except Larry and Gerard was waiting in the hall. Gerard couldn’t find his leather jacket. He ‘needed’ it because, ‘don’t you know it’s always cold in restaurant’? I giggled to myself about his feminine tendencies.

Mikey, Gerard and I rode in my mom’s car. Mr. And Mrs. Way and Mrs. Rush took Mrs. Way’s car. “Where’s Larry?” I asked. I didn’t care if he went or not. I preferred he didn’t actually. “Um. He wasn’t feeling well, so he’s staying back,” my mom responded glancing back at us in the rear view mirror.

A waitress named Lily took our order. She was short with brown hair and wore bright red lipstick. She was about eighteen and looked like she could have walked right out of the 1950’s. Gerard whispered to me that she had a mustache. I didn’t see it. I guess it depended on the lighting. She served us our drinks and left us.

“To the new…beginning in our two families,” Mr. Way announced lifting his glass high. Mrs. Way, Mrs. Rush, and my mom followed suit. Gerard, Mikey and I gave each other confused glances and weakly raised our glasses as well. “May our three boys hold good relationships,” Mr. Way continued. My muscles tensed and I looked blankly at my legs. This was a weird cheer. Mr. Way finished, “Let’s hope to meet Mikey’s boyfriend soon, and send luck to Gerard and Frank on their journey together.”

My eyes bulged and my head shot up to stare at Mr. Way, just like Mikey and Gerard. The three of us dropped our glasses spilling tea and coke everywhere. The parents and Mrs. Rush laughed at us as we stood up with a jolt and cleaned the mess. “Gay boys act alike, no?” Mr. Way laughed.

“Dad!” Mikey whined scolded. I felt my cheeks get hot. I glanced at my mom. She smiled. It wasn’t a pity smile. I stopped mopping up the drinks and gazed at her letting my jaw drop a little. She was truly happy. She laughed and said “It’s okay Frank. I’m happy for you. Girls are more stress anyways, and we don’t have to worry about unplanned pregnancies, now do we?”

As cool as she was when she said that, at the time it made me uncomfortable and embarrassed. My mom had just implied that I should have sex with Gerard kind of. It was…icky is the only way to describe it.

Mrs. Way just looked at Gerard and Mikey. “So, you’re not mad?” Mikey asked. “No. Not really,” Mrs. Way said, “but I was hoping for some grandchildren.” Mikey and Gerard blinked. I looked over at Mrs. Rush. She winked and mouthed “Welcome to the family”.

Sorry for the wait. Thanks for reading! I would like to end this with 6 more parts, but I can't say anything for sure, because I write them as I go. I'll post as soon as posible, but sorry, it probably won't be too soon :/

Thanks SO much for reading.

Peace xoxo

Sammie Leah Way

Frank/Gerard

Part 41

Gerard's P.O.V.

I heard something drop to the floor right around the corner. I put the stapler in my pocket and looked around into the next hall. Frank was running back to the room in his socks. His shoes were in his hands. He had heard everything and I knew I had scared him.

I walked quickly down the hall after him. Ever couple of footsteps I would take two leaps not being able to contain myself from completely braking out into a run. Frank knocked quietly and Mikey opened the door immediately. “Where’s-” Mikey said being cut off by the door being closed quietly behind Frank.

I reached the door and waited. “Should I let on that I know,” I wondered, “or should I just act like I have no idea that he heard?” I bit my lip. Asked myself again what I should do, and decided that I wanted an open relationship with Frank. I knocked.

There was a slight hesitation. Then the door opened. Mikey was standing there in the dark light in the tiny corridor before the real room. I could see Frank sitting on the end of our bed, watching TV. I looked back at Mikey and gave him a quick smile before walking in.

I sat down next to Frank and he smiled at me. “You okay?” I asked. “He nodded. “Yeah, thanks…What happened?” I sighed. “I know you heard. I saw you running away.” His smile faded and he looked at his feet. “I just wanted to get the message across, Frank. I didn’t mean to…” I didn’t finish because I didn’t know what I didn’t mean to do. I did mean to scare Larry. I did mean to threaten him. I didn’t care if he knew if Frank and I were together anymore. What could he do? Tell our parent?

“I guess…I’m sorry, Frank.” He sat and kept staring at his shoes. “It’s okay,” he said quietly, “ I’m just afraid of what he’s going to say to my mom.” “Why?” “He lies!” Frank hissed. His expression quickly changed into anger. “ He lies so fucking much!”, he continued, “He tells her I’m on drugs and that I lie to her constantly. That I steal and he convinced her I got a girl pregnant once! Fucking pregnant! My mom just about had a heat attack!” “But why?” I asked. “I don’t know…I guess he just hates me or something. Maybe it gives him a thrill to see how much of an influence he has on my life.

Frank sat down and pulled his legs up to his chest. “I’m so afraid of what she’ll say,” he whispered into his knees. “Well, we’ll find out in a few hours I guess,” I mumbled. I heard Mikey sigh. I looked over to him. He gave me a crooked smile. I had no idea what it meant. That smile really means nothing coming from anyone, does it? Mikey just wanted to say ‘Man this sucks’ I guess.

He walked over to a small light stand in the corner. He pulled a cup out of his hoodie pocket and poured himself a glass of wine. “What happened to Irish coffee? I asked. He looked over his shoulder at me. “Wine and coffee?” he asked, “That’s disgusting!” He wore a small smile across his thin lips and just stared back at me.

I got up and went into the bathroom and retrieved two glasses. I poured Frank and I drinks. “Come one, Frank, lets have some fun. Get our minds off this,” I said holding out the glass to Frank. He looked up at me and then the glass. He took it. “To good times!” I said holding up my glass. “To good times,” Mikey mumbled knocking glasses with Frank and I. “To the fucking drunks that we are,” Frank smiled weakly.

“We’re not drunks!” Mikey protested. Frank gave him a look that read “Really now?”. “WE just know how to have a good time,” Mikey laughed in reply. “Now we know the drunk of this Way generation,” I said taking another sip. “And proud of it,” Mikey said, going along with it.

“Man we need a fucking stereo in here!” Mikey complained. “That would be nice. Pump some Misfits in here,” I agreed. “Mtv?” Frank asked holding up the remote. “Yeah, I guess,” Mikey said, disappointed. They were playing Nirvana’s Smells Like Teen Spirit. Frank sat on the bed, bobbing his head with the music, making the entire bed fly him up and then down again.

Mikey imitated the guitar part with nasal “Nah nah-nah. Duh nah nah nah-nu-nah” s. It was nice. It was a drowsy human feeling. “You know what would make this shit better?” I asked them. They both looked up at me. “No,” Mikey said waiting for my answer. “Twislers,” I replied. Frank grinned and Mikey nodded. “Im gonna go get some,” I said. “Okay. Bye g,” Mikey said. “Bye Angel! Bye Mikey!” I called behind me.

I set my drink down on the floor right by the entrance to the tiny room with vending machines. I searched the 3 machines for Twislers. There was one package and I bought it. I waked back outside and picked up my drink, sipping it as I walked back to the room.

Mikey let me back in. Frank was lighting a cigarette over by the window. “Shaaarreeee,” I sang as I wound around the clothes dropped on the floor. He gave me his and lit another. “God it’s gorgeous tonight isn’t it?” I sighed. Frank gave e a weird disbelieving look. “What?” I asked. “Beauty really is in the eye of the beholder,” He said. “You don’t think it’s gorgeous out tonight?” I said dumbly. “No. I don’t really find a highway, parking lot, and a dead field gorgeous.” “Look at the stars though.” He looked up. “What stars?” “Uh, all of them! The sky is full of them!” “What are you on, ‘cause I see nothing but black.” I looked over at him and then pointed at a splotch of stars. “Right…there.” He was right. The sky was just plain black. It was like when someone turns on the lights when you’re looking at those fake stars on the ceiling that glow in the dark and they disappear.

“I-I guess I just saw a plain or something…” “Like I said earlier ,babe, you’re just tired,” Frank said wrapping his arms around my waist. I was about to tell him I wasn’t but then I realized how heavy my body felt. I was about to fall asleep where I was standing. “Why don’t we go get some more sleep,” he said taking my cigarette. He stubbed it out and set it in a drawer, next to his, for later. He took my hand and pulled me over to the bed. I guess I feel asleep right then and there, because I don’t remember anything after that.

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Thanks for reading agian. I'm thinking 6 more chapters and its done. Hopefully it'll all work out. I just started production on a new story about Frank and Gerard called Headlines that you can read on the frankxgerard group on livejournal. My user name on LJ is ilove2beodd. If you find my profile and go to info it'll have a list of groups and friends of mine and just click frankxgerard. It'll show you all the posts on that group and somewhere in there is mine. I'll probably post it here too once this one is over. Thanks SO MUCH for reading and keeping up.

Peace xoxo

Sammie Leah Way

Frank/Gerard

Part 40

Frank's P.O.V.

“A bad dream?” I asked, “that’s what has you all worked up?” If this wasn’t the strong Gerard Way that I knew, if he wasn’t the man that had been so calm and creative during the hardest time, if he wasn’t the rock in my life for almost a year, then who was he? I had never seen him. Gerard was a guy who kept strong through denial. Took charge, took blame, took the pain and fear from everyone. He made Mikey and I feel safe and not once had let us believe that our lives were in danger. Not really.

Now he was holding me like a child who had been beaten. I was his toy that he held close to his heart so he wouldn’t loose me. He had a fear that he would loose me. That I was in danger. What was the reason though?

I never saw someone around the corner. No new notes from Josh. No sign of him anywhere and with two guards outside our door. “g, babe, something’s really wrong. What is it?” He squeezed me tighter at the sound of my voice. I squirmed dome more. He was crushing y body. Pulling me into him. “Nothing I promise. Just a dream. I promise.” “I don’t believe you,” I said pushing myself out of his grasp. I got on my knees and pushed myself between his legs to rap my arms loosely around his waist. “Please tell me what’s really going on,” I said. He sighed and looked away for a second. “I-I think I…I saw some-someone in Mikey’s bed.” I wanted to say ‘Yeah, goofy, it was Mikey.’ but I didn’t. Instead I gave him a confused expression. “I mean whoever it was wasn’t him. He was in the shower, and I saw someone else’s hand reflecting in the window, but when I pulled his covers down,” he paused for a moment. “Go one,” I encouraged. “No one was there…I must be crazy.” I just snickered. His eyes shot to mine. “What? What’s so funny?” he asked. He was so paranoid. It wiped the smile off my face. “You’re not crazy. You’re just stressed, and tiered and worried. You’re perfect. I promise.” He smiled lightly. I could tell he didn’t really believe me so I repeated myself, “You’re not crazy. I promise.” He nodded and that was the end of it. I kissed him to seal the deal.

Mikey walked out of the bathroom and said, “see this is why I wanted grandma here. I know you wouldn’t do that in front of her.” He just stood there in a towel and a smirk. His towel was rapped around his waist and he held it with one hand. It alarmed me, honestly. I had never seen Mikey in anything less than jeans and a t shirt and that was it! If he wasn’t wearing that, he was wearing jeans a t shirt and two jackets! In hot August Jersey. I felt like I had a brother rub his dick in my face. I wasn’t liking it. “Shut up and go put some clothes on!” I said throwing a random t shirt at him.

“Who wants to steal some Irish coffee from the kitchen?” Mikey asked putting the shirt on. “ Screw the coffee, Give me the straight liquor.” Gerard sighed running his fingers through his hair. “Gerard maybe you…” I was about to say shouldn’t but I didn’t want to upset him again. He looked hurt anyways. He knew what I was going to say. “I just meant ‘cause you have already had one today.”

That was true. He took one from his mom. She thought he was old enough to have just one beer. Then he snuck another, but he had been working on them the rest of the night. “Lets go.” I said brightly trying to catch the light mood again. “Kay,” Mikey said walking towards the door. He turned to one of the guards and said, “we’re going for a swim we’ll be back soon.” Mikey slid on a huge hoodie and waltzed down the hall. “Where are we really going?” I whispered. “The kitchen,” Gerard whispered.

We walked down the hall way without a word. Mikey had a huge smile across his face. I was going to ask what was so amusing when I found something funny myself. Just picture this: one tall skinny skinny guy in a humungous black hoodie. Another one with long black greasy hair and about 6 inches shorter than the skinny guy. Then one more guy who looks really young and who’s really short with one visible tattoo and gages. The three of them walking silently down the hallway in a perfectly straight line. Shoulder to shoulder. At 5 a.m. in the morning. The tall skinny boy and the short young guy are smiling like idiots that just got laid and the man with the greasy hair is wobbling a little. Their mission: to get drunk.

We looked in the square window. “This is it,” Mikey whispered looking inside. “How do you know? It’s pitch black in there.” I whispered back. “When we going to meet grandma we passed it and I saw someone cleaning. The lights were on so I could see inside,” he answered. “Now how do we get in?” Gerard asked. “Uhhhhh. There should be a dining room around the corner. They should be basic house locks on the door knob. Really easy to brake in with a paperclip,” Mikey explained waving a paperclip under our noses. “Come on,” he said turning around a corner. Gerard and I followed.

It took a couple tries to find the dining room, but we found it, and Mikey was right. Just basic house locks in the door knob. He played around with the lock for a couple minutes and the whispered “Got it! Lets go.” He walked straight and I tried to follow him with ought bumping into a chair, but the farther we got from the hall, the farther we got from the light. Gerard bumped into me a couple times. Then I heard a door swing open. Mikey had found the kitchen. “To the fridge!” I said quietly holding out a pointer finger. I ran towards a large steal door, but then ran right into a large table that hit me right on the hip bones. Mikey laughed. Gerard giggled and helped me of the floor after I scrunched up into a ball.

Mikey and Gerard opened the fridge and searched it top to bottom. “Only wine.” Gerard frowned. “That stuff is gross…okay lets go,” I said walking away. Mikey slipped it under his large hoodie and we walked out.

Gerard held the bottle next to Mikey’s side under the hoodie while Mikey locked the door again. Five minutes later and we all said ‘fuck it’ and left it open. We giggled like school girls all the way back to the room, but when we got back our nerves set in. My mom and Larry were in the hall talking. Right outside our room. “What the fuck are the doing there?” Gerard whispered. “I don’t know.” I answered. “There you are! Where’d you go?!” My mom squeaked. “Uh, to the pool. We told them,” I said motioning to the guards. “Oh,” my mom blinked. “Why aren’t you wet?” Larry asked. “We only stuck our feet in. It was really cold,” Gerard said. Larry glared at us.

He always did that when he thought I was lying. “Well I forgot to give you your medicine. I wanted you to have it just incase,” my mom said. She handed it to me and kissed my forehead. “Thanks mom. Night.” “Good night. Good night Gerard. Night Mikey,” she cooed. Larry just stood there staring at us. “I’ll be in in a second Joan,” Larry said to my mom. She walked into their room. “Boys, I’d like to talk to Frank alone.” Gerard hesitated but turned when Mikey called him.

“Lets go for a quick walk, Frank.” I knew something bad was going to happen. We turned one corner and he slammed me up against a wall. He held me by the collar. “What the fuck were you really doing? Huh, Frank?” he spit. “I told you we went to the pool!” I said struggling to get away. He tugged my collar higher up the wall, dragging me with it. I tried to slid put but I couldn’t he was holding me in. My feet dangled inches above the floor. “What Frank? You went where? To the parking lot. Maybe Joan should be aware of this.” “Of what that you’re a fucking liar?” “Put him down,” a voice interrupted.

I looked behind Larry and there was Gerard. He shoved a stapler to the back of Larry’s head. “Put the gun down, son. It’s not worth it,” Larry said. “Frank is worth it…Put him down and let him go or I blow your brains out….Do it!” Larry slowly lowered me down and held his open hands in the air. “Go on, Frank. I’ll be back in a second,” Gerard said. I wanted to know what was going to happen though. I wanted to be there if Gerard got in trouble.

I turned the corner and stopped walking. “I know you want to protect him,” Larry said. “Fuck, yes I do, and I am and I will. And if I ever see you touch him again I’ll beat you to a pulp. You’ll regret every second you’re alive because it will hurt so bad. I will fucking make you beg for me to let you die, but I wont. I wont let you off that easy. Fucking rot in hell.”

note: it fianlly let me post part 24. sorry for the HUGE wait. thanks for reading. peace xoxo sam

Before writing note: Someone PLEASE tell me what I wrote as Frank’s step dad’s name?! I HAVE LOOKED FOR IT A THOUSAND TIMES! That’s not good that I forgot his name HAHAHA but I can’t find it. Grrrrrrrrrrr…I swear I’ll find it. 30 minutes later : it’s Larry. Hah. I thought it was Bob. I could have sworn I named him Bob after my friend’s psycho hick step dad…

Frank/Gerard

Part 38

Frankie's P.O.V.

My mom was the first to run into the room with her arms outstretched. ”Oh, my baby!” she wailed. She shoved my head under hers. I snickered to myself. I just found it funny how my mom exaggerated the situation and released her love.

Mrs. Way was the next one to run in with a bag. Mr. Way followed quickly with two more bags. Five minutes later Larry walked in. He threw a cigarette on the ground and stopped on it. He had two bags and glared at me as he approached. “Dirty Fuck decided to come,” I thought.

Mr. Way listened intently as Gerard gave them the run down on what happened. I told my mom to listen to him. What was the use of waiting my air when the same things were being said right next to us?

“So we’ll be in another hotel?” Larry groaned. “Mom?” Mikey asked somewhat frightened. He was looking around the room frantically. “Where’s grandma?” “Yeah I thought I told you to go pick her up,” Gerard said realizing Mrs. Rush was nowhere to be seen. “We didn’t want to wake her, darling,” Mrs. Way said. “Mom! Fuck that! Josh could get her! Didn’t you just hear the part about Mikey Mouse? WE gotta go get her!” Gerard exclaimed. “Gerard keep your voice down, and don’t you dare use foul language when talking to your mother! I don’t care if you are 18!” Mr. Way growled. “Well where is she?” Mikey asked. He was too nervous to process the fact that they had left her, I guess. “We gotta go get her!” Mikey said. “Don’t worry…I’ll go get her,” Mr. Way sighed. “No Donald. It might not be safe. We’ll send a police officer. Sir?” Mrs. Way said walking away towards a policeman.

XXX

The police sent an officer to go get Mrs. Rush, Mrs. Way’s mother, and bring her back to the hotel. Once he lefty we were introduced to our guards for the graveyard shift. They were both tall. They both wore police uniforms. “Easy targets,” I thought. One was a couple inches taller than the other. They had two guns in their holsters and appeared to be strong. They were supposed to guard the three rooms. Mikey, Gerard’s and mine, Mrs. Rush, Mrs. & Mr. Way’s, and Mom and Larry’s. Our room was fortunately across the hall from there’s. We didn’t have to worry about cussing now. They wouldn’t hear us.

It was bliss…or it should have been. We were all nervous about Mrs. Rush. We had seen first hand how crazy Josh was. Mikey Gerard and I waited in the lobby for a hour. We were all exhausted. Mrs. Rush didn’t show up until 4:30 a.m.. Mikey bounded to her. Gerard took her bag from the police man who walked her in, and thanked him. Gerard hugged her. She teased Gerard that Mikey was taller than his older brother. I just smiled brightly at the remark trying not to laugh. If I did, I wouldn’t stop. “And there’s Frankie!” she said with a smile on her face. “My third grandchild! Come here and give me a hug!”

Mrs. Rush was so cool. The first time I met her she said “ We should be sidekicks. We could save the world!” When I asked her why she told me that we could prove that short people are amazing too. Most of the time I wouldn’t like being referred to as short, but she was just so bright and happy. You could instantly tell that she had love in every word.

“Now who am I bunking with? My sidekick?” She laughed. “Nah, sorry grandma. Your sidekick is my bunk mate,” Gerard said. “Oh, of course,” she said winking at me. At first I was alarmed that that wink meant that she knew about Gerard and I but then she had so much love, even in the wink. I knew she wouldn’t breath a word if she did know. “I tried to let you bunk with me but my parents wouldn’t have it,” Mikey said. “Drats! I’m stuck with the adults again!” Man, she was cool!

We wanted to talk to her for days, but we were so tired. She saw it in our eyes, “Not your hearts, as always. You need your rest. Now go to bed. I’ll see you when you wake,” she said.

It was an invitation to sleep. How could we pass that up?

Note: I’m not sure if Mr. Way’s name is Donald or not. I thought it was, but even if it’s not this is fictional and he is named after my grandfather ( not real. Only in the story). Sorry its so short. Sorry for grammar issues. I hope this chapter doesn’t disappoint.

Frank/Gerard

Part 37

Gerard's P.O.V.

What the hell was I supposed to do?! Could they book me for dating Frank? That rule was always unclear to me. “Are you not supposed to have a relationship with someone under eighteen, or have sex with someone under eighteen?” I thought, “Either way I‘m screwed. If only I hadn‘t told them about the ‘brother fucking his boyfriend‘ part.” “Um…,” I squeaked and look over to Frank. “Oh, Jesus fuck” was all that filled my head, “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!” “Well, that’s an interesting question, uh, I um.” My head was spinning. I hoped that maybe I would pass out from lack of sleep, stress, and nerves. Minutes passed slower than the sweat running down my neck. I filled the silence with ‘uh’s and ‘um’s. What could I say?

“Is there something else you need to tell us?” Soliker asked. I squeaked again. “Um, my b-boyfriend is, um…” Mikey put a hand on my shoulder and whispered, “Gerard, don’t do it. You could go to jail.” He was worried too. Frank shook his head and mouthed the word ‘no’. The officers looked at the three of us. Their interest in what was going on was completely visible. They leaned in a little. Their eyebrows were furrowed and they looked at each of us, one at a time. “I guess I’m going to be beaten and raped up the but,” I mumbled, “My boy-” “I don’t think that who is boyfriend is has to do with our safety,” Frank said sitting next to me. “I agree,” Mikey said strongly. “Okay,” Beligel nodded, “ How present was it that you were dating?” “The only people who knew about their relationship was Gerard, Frank and myself,” Mikey stated. He stepped behind Frank and I and I could see him stand up straight from the corner of my eye. His fingers entwined with his other fingers, resting below his belt buckle, as a lawyer might stand in a court room. “None of the people at school, or in our families know about their relationship. Only strangers. They only time they ever were…involved-flirting and whatnot was in the privacy of their rooms at home, on dates to concerts, in the park, and in their rooms at Anniherst. Other than those few times, one would have guessed they were only friends.”

“So Josh would have had to of followed you on every outing ?” Soliker asked. “That’s correct,” Mikey said. Soliker shook her head and sighed, “Psycho.” “Do you know any reason why he would break into your room tonight? Other than harming you,” Beligel said. “No. WE can’t think of any reason. We only have school papers. Magazine articles, comic books, and school books as far as things to look through. No records or important documents of any kind,” Mikey affirmed. “What about drugs?” “No none of us are, or ever have had drugs in our possession.” I couldn’t help but smirk at that. Cocaine a couple times. Lsd three times. Pot: countless times.

“That’s strange. He must’ve been looking for something,” Beligel pushed. “No. Nothing we can think of,” Mikey assured. Would you mind us searching through your dorm rooms for any clues? “No. We have nothing to hide. In the mean time, where should ourselves and our families go for safety?” “Where did you go last time?” Beligel asked. “The police department of New Jersey set our parents and us up in three hotel rooms.” “Well then, the police department of New York will set you up with rooms for your family at a hotel in New York. The farther the better, right? We’ll give you two guards. If you come down to the station with us now, you can call your family and we can arrange for some patrol cars to drive them here tonight and we can have you in a hotel before morning,” Beligel said standing. Frank grabbed the socks out of a drawer and we went to go turn in the keys and drove away.

“Hi mom…Yeah I’m fine, but, uh, Josh tried again. No…I’ll explain when you get here. The police are going to pick you up….Yeah him too,” Frank yawned into the phone, “Mom! Can’t I just tell you tomorrow?…Thank you…Love you too…okay..okay…bye…….mom, okay, Bye. Bye. Bye mom!” Mikey laughed. Frank stuck his tongue out at him. Mikey gave him the finger. Frank blew a raspberry blow. “Okay you two, break it up,” I laughed, “I have to call my mom now.” The phone rang and I counted out loud, “One…Two…Three…Four…Five…Six…Seven. Hi mom! Did I wake you?” I asked brightly to get on her nerves. “Gerard, it’s three in the morning can’t this wait?” “Nope. The police are coming for you.” “WHAT?!” “Yeah. They are putting us back in a hotel. You need to go pick up grandma too once they get you. Oh! And pack! WE might be here for awhile. Could you pick some clothes up for Mikey and me too?” “Yeah. Why are the police coming?” “It’s a long story.” “Oh well, tell me while I pack.” “Okay. Well to make it short, Josh broke in, we hid in the closet. He left. We caught a train to New York. Frank called the police from our motel room. We talked to them. Now we’re at the station and the police are coming to pick you, dad, the Ieros, and if you tell them, which you need to, grandma.” “A-Are you okay?!” she asked shakily realizing that we could have died. “ yeah. A little shaken up, but we still have our heads…and limbs,” I chirped into the phone. Frank and Mikey were giggling. I winked at my angel. “Okay well bye mom.” “Wait! I have more questions!” “No time. They wanna talk to us some more. Love you bye!” Before she could respond I hung up. Mikey and Frank were rolling with laughter.

Five minutes later they were laughing even harder. “It wasn’t that funny……………You guys must be high or something,” I said. “N-no. Ju-u-us-t tir-ir-ir-d,” Frank laughed. Mikey nodded. They were both blood red. “My abs hu-u-rt!” Mikey practically yelled between laughs. He was scrunched up in his seat. Frank glanced over at him and lurched forward onto the floor, and grabbed his stomach. “Come on now, before you hurt yourself,” I said pulling Frank up and setting him back in his seat.

Mikey bit his lip with watery eyes and starred up at me, trying not to laugh. Busts of air were barging through one at a time. Frank was sitting with his knees to his chest sideways in his chair. Both his lips were rolled up in his mouth like when someone does an impression of an old person. His eyes watery as well. A women who we had heard, from eves dropping, that was there because of too many unpaid traffic tickets said “Stupid fuckin’ crack heads.” She meant us. Mikey and Frank burst out laughing when the words left her lips. She rolled her eyes and I smiled over at her.

“Why don’t we play a game?” I suggested. “I Spy!” Mikey shrieked. “Okay, I Sp-” “NO! It’s my turn!” Mikey scolded. “Okay. You go.” “Okay. Ummmm. I Spy someeethinggggggg….brown and blonde,” he said with his eyes crossed staring at a chunk of hair laying between his eyes. Frank laughed harder at how goofy my sibling looked. “Your hair,” I said. “How’d you know?!” he smiled with shock. I just rolled my eyes. “My turn!” Frank said. “I see something red and pink.” “Ummmm….” Mikey said rolling his head in different directions searching for it. I thought I knew what it was but it was more fun watching Mikey look. If it was what I thought, he would never find it.

“Give a clue!” Mikey whined after three minutes of not finding anything. “Wellllllllll, James made it,” Frank smirked adorably. He was proud that Mikey couldn’t figure it out. “Huh? That doesn’t make since…Give another clue!” Mikey pouted. “Okay,” Frank said standing up and walk over to me. He grabbed me by my hair and shoved me into his lips. My eyes bulged out of my head. This is what we didn’t want the police to know about. I Pulled away. “What are you doing?!” I whispered. “Shhhh,” he hissed seductively. He pulled me close to him. He sucked my bottom lip into his mouth. He kissed my jaw and then the side of my neck. He sucked on it hard. I tried so hard not to get hot, but Frank was just so sexy. It felt so god damned good. I could feel a moan forming in my throat. Frank ground his hips into mine. He released me and looked back at Mikey. He pouted when he saw that Mikey had his eyes covered. “Is it over yet?” Mikey asked. “You dumb ass! That was your clue!” Frank scolded. “What kind of clue was that?!” Mikey shrieked. Frank pulled my hair back to show Mikey his new creation. Mikey blushed and covered the hickey on his own neck. “Oh. That.”

Frank/Gerard

Part 36

Frankie’s P.O.V.

Gerard slipped into a silent sleep. He was so adorable. Can I use that describing my elder?…Oh well. He’s my boyfriend. Anyways, It was just Mikey and I so we decided to play go fish. “Have any Jacks?” I asked staring at my Jack of hearts. “Hello? Any-Right. Solitaire works too, I guess,” I said to myself, nodding. “I mean do I have another choice? Fucker feel asleep on me?” I grumbled Picking up all the cards and putting them into one stack. Before I began to play I decided that maybe I should get all the make-up off of us. I washed their faces and my own with a wet rag and threw the wigs in a drawer. Too bad we didn’t have different clothes. Mikey and Gerard had fallen asleep with their “boobs” still on. I took them out for them, of course.

I returned to playing cards. I played about seven games. I didn’t win once. Someone knocked on the door. My first reaction was to go open it, but the second my butt left the bed I sat back down. What if it was Josh? “Police!” I walked up and put my hand on the doorknob. I stopped again and looked through the peep hole. They looked legitimate. “H-how do I know you’re the police?” “We got a call from a Frank Iero about a predator. We have records about the attacks, sir.” I guessed they were real, and not some weird trick of Josh’s, and opened the door.

“I’m Frank.” “I’m Officer Soliker. This is Officer Beligel.” Officer Soliker had short black hair. She was short and kind of pudgy. For some reason she gave me a safe feeling. Like what Gerard did. Officer Beligel was taller. Maybe six two. He had brown hair and green eyes. He seemed all business and no heart, but, hey, I had only seen the guy for five seconds. He could be the nicest person on earth…Right?

I stepped back and told them to sit anywhere. I locked the door behind them. They gave me a weird look. “Just to be safe, ya know?” I said shakily while wringing my hands. Now that the police were here, the situation had completely set in. There was no way this was a dream. No way. We could really be killed, and there’s no saying if the police could keep us, and our families, safe.

I took one big step to the right and shook Gerard’s shoulder lightly. “Gerard the police are here.” He moaned slightly and blinked a couple times. He rubbed his eyes and sat up. I shook Mikey’s leg. “Wake up,” I said quietly. He didn’t even move. I shook him again. “Mikey, wake up. The police are here.” He didn’t wake up. Gerard through a shoe at him. It hit him in the jaw. Mikey’s eyes cracked open and he took a deep breath. “What?” he asked as if nothing had happened. “The police are here,” Gerard said.

“Sorry about that,” Gerard said, turning back to them, “It’s been a long night. Can I get you some water?” The officers shook their heads. “Well, down to business,” Officer Beligel said. I smirked to myself, knowing that I was, somewhat, right about him. Gerard and Mikey nodded. “We need to know exactly went on. When was it?” “Tonight,” Gerard answered. “Yes! Gerard will take care of it,” I thought to myself. “Frank and I got in a fight and we both got notes the same night. Mine was thrown into my room at my home through an open window. His was slid under the door when he was home alone. My brother got one too. I thought mine was from Frank and Frank thought his was mine. We didn’t know Mikey got a note until we were tonight before we went to bed. Frank spent the night in our dorm-” “Who’s our referring to?” Beligel asked, “Frank and you or…Mikey, is it?” “Yes, Mikey. Mikey and I share a room at the school. Frank stays next door with another boy,” Gerard said. “I’m sorry, but I know you are Mikey,” Beligel nodded towards Mikey, “but there is no references to Mikey in the records. How are you involved in this other than being Gerard’s roommate, assuming you are Gerard.” “Yeah. I guess we never introduced ourselves. I’m Gerard. That’s Mikey, my little brother and roommate, and this is Frank, our friend, who is basically a roommate.” “Okay. Continue.”

“Uh…Well Frank spent the night in our dorm, Mikey’s and mine, and I woke up at midnight. I heard the doorknob jiggling. I knew it must’ve been Josh, our stalker or whatever, trying to get in. We had pushed one of the beds against the only window and the other bed against the door leading to the hall, just to be safe, and the door was locked. We had been sleeping on the floor. I carried Mikey and Frank into our closet and jammed us in with a chair and some items staked on top of it. We heard Josh open the door and push one bed into the other. That’s when Mikey woke up. We could hear him searching through our things. After a long time we heard what we can only imagine was the window open. We waited about forty minutes and after hearing nothing, I went outside, and he was gone. The window was left open. We needed to get out of there so…” His eyes widened. I reached up to touch his lips. “What?” Soliker asked. “Nothing,” Gerard answered and looked over to me and Mikey. He actually thought I would let us sit there in drag and talk to the police. “Um… so we caught a train. No one knows we left…Or at least we don’t know of anyone who knows.”

“You said you got notes. What was that about?” “We don’t know. Last night I was going to bed and a nerf ball flew in through my window. There was a slice in the football. It said “READ IT” under the slice. There was a paper in it that said ‘Whore, don’t blame me when you die in your sleep. It’s all over now’. I thought it was Frank just getting revenge or something.

“The next day we were both at our own homes. I had called his mom asking if it was okay is I ‘kidnapped’ Frank back to school as a joke. It was going to be my revenge on him, just to scare him a little. When we got to my dorm, he mentioned that my note was misleading. I asked him what note, and apparently he thought that I had sent him the note, meaning that I was sorry or something, but it wasn’t from me or Mikey. He said that his said ‘ Remember? You will soon’.” “And your brother got a note as well?” Soliker asked. “Yeah. When’d you get it Mikey?” “It was taped to the door while you went to go pick up Frankie. I thought it was some of those jackasses from school or something, so I didn’t worry too much.” “What did it say?”

The three of us looked to each other. I was worried. Gerard bit his lip. Mikey shrugged. I didn’t want them judging Gerard because he was gay. I didn’t want them judging any of us. That wasn’t there job, but releasing that information could make them turn and say “I couldn’t care less for you fagots” and leave us to get murdered.

“What if the school hears?” I whispered to Gerard. “Hears what?” Beligel asked intrigued. “Nothing.” “Does it have anything to do with the case?” “No,” Gerard answered. “Then it’s none of our business. What did the note say?” Beligel asked again. I gained some respect for him. He might be all business, but that might just work for us in this situation.

“It said,” Gerard answered, “ ‘Don’t worry about you and me. I’ll make it easy as can be. I’ll just steal you with out a sound, when you sit outside on the ground. When your brother is fucking his boyfriend inside the house, I’ll get you little Mikey Mouse’. Our grandma’s nick name for Mikey was Mikey Mouse. No one else called us that except her, and never around anyone else. Just the three of us. There shouldn’t be one way that he knows about that name.” “How did he know about your boyfriend?” Soliker asked. He couldn’t look at her. “Don’t worry son, we aren’t going to say anything to your parents or to the public or judge you. That’s not our place,” Beligel said. Now I had tons of respect for this guy! “We just want to know how close he was watching you. Did you make it obvious? Does he know your boyfriend?” Soliker asked.

Now another crisis was currently on our hands. We didn’t make it obvious, no problem sharing that. It was the fact that he did know Gerard’s boyfriend. They would, without doubt, ask who it was and how they knew each other. How was he supposed to answer that? I was fourteen. He was eighteen.

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Frankie/Gerard

Part 35

Gerard's P.O.V.

I went straight to business. No time to mess around. If we did, the result could be our lives. Mikey answered, “It said ‘Don’t worry about you and me. I’ll make it easy as can be. I’ll just steal you with out a sound, when you sit outside on the ground. When your brother is fucking his boyfriend inside the house, I’ll get you little Mikey Mouse’.” “Mikey Mouse?” Frank questioned with a smirk. Mikey was clearly upset. “Grandma calls me that. When Gerard and I were little, she’d watch Mighty Mouse with us, and I liked it so much, she calls me Mikey Mouse.” His voice was cracking and he twitched with nerves. “It’s okay Mikey,” I said rustling his hair, “he’s not going to get you or anyone else.”

Frank sat on a bed yawning. He reminded me just how tired I was. I had woken up at midnight when I heard someone jiggling the knob. I picked Frank up and put him in the closet. I grabbed Mikey and sat him down in there too. I grabbed my knife and closed us in. I grabbed a chair and propped it up against the door, like they do in the movies and, just to be extra safe, I pilled as much stuff as possible. Mikey woke up when the bed by the door, mine and Frank’s bed, was shoved and crashed into Mikey’s bed by the window. I covered his mouth and whispered to him that Josh had just broken in and to stay silent. He obeyed.

He marveled at the door blindly. Josh turned a light on and I could hear him rummaging through doors and the papers that already rest on the ground. Mikey went to sleep awhile later. I stayed up. I didn’t want Josh finding us asleep. That would be way too easy of a target.

“So what’s the plan?” Mikey yawned. I shook my head, “I don’t know…I guess we have to wait for him and take him ourselves or get the police.” “I say ‘get the police on his ass’!” Frank cheered. “I second that!” Mikey chimed. “Yeah, that’d be nice.”

“Honestly, what are we supposed to do? Not get killed, but catch the guy, without making it completely obvious to him, like walking up to his house,” I thought. “I think I’m on to something.” “Gotta sent, boy?” Mikey joked with a southern accent. He always made fun of our mom’s brother in law. He was from…somewhere in the south and he went hunting with dogs. He always used to take the dogs with him when they stayed at our place for a visit. He would walk them on the lawn and the second they would but their noses to the grass he’d always say, “Gotta scent, boy?” We think he’s a child molester ‘cause he looks at the younger kids in our family weird. He’s a strange guy.

“Maybe, Uncle Tim!” I replied, “What if-we…We went up to his house or something…Snuck up on him some how. Do you think he’s stupid enough to go back to the same place?” “Mmmm….probably not. You said he was in disguise the first time he attempted it. If he’s smart enough to do that, I doubt he’d go back to the scene,” Mikey mumbled. “I say we get the police to sneak in. If he is there, they can get killed since we know they wont bother to be secretive about it and if he’s not, we know not to go looking out there,” Frankie smirked. “The police never said they’d keep an eye on the house. Maybe I could go back and hide for the day. If he comes in, I knock him out and get the police. If he’s not we at least have a start.” “No. Nu-uh. What if you get killed Gee?” Frank said seriously. “I won’t angel. I promise.” “Don’t Gee. Please?” “Yeah Gerard. Don’t do that. There are smarter ways to get him,” Mikey nodded.

Boarding school in Newark New Jersey. Yeah. We’re aaaat…Um…The Motel on West ninth street. Yeah. Room 117. Thank you.” Frank hung up the phone, “The po-po are on their way.” He smirked. “You are so stubborn Frankie,” Mikey sighed falling back onto the bed across form him.

“I really don’t feel like dealing with the police tonight,” I whined. “Well, they kicked us out of the hotel because they thought it was all clear. Now they can take us right back and put us in a nice hotel with our families and catch Josh and none of us die,” Frank said proudly. “Yeah I guess.” He snuggled up next to me. “You’ve been awake all night haven’t you babe?” he whispered to me. “Mm-hm” I nodded with my eyes closed. “Sleep. I’ll wake you up when the police get here. I’ll stay up until then, okay?” I didn’t want to leave them on their own. I didn’t know how fast, or slow, the police would get there, but I was asleep before I could refuse.

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Sorry for any grammer mistakes. Hope you like it! Thanks SO much for reading.

Peace xoxo

Sammie Shame

Frank/Gerard

Part 34

Frank's P.O.V.

The light was dim. Extremely dim. There was only a tiny amount of light coming up from three small rectangles. It was one slit of light No. It was one rectangle. An extremely thin one, broken up by the chair legs. It was a door the chair propped up against it. What door? I was lying on clothes. Clothes hung on hangers above my head. What?! Then I realized Mikey was sitting next to me. My feet were in his lap. His legs stretched out behind mine, against a wall. His glasses were on and his head was tilted back against the wall. He must be asleep. Bored games sat on the chair. On top of them books and our back packs. Comic books on top of those.

Something caught the light! It was silver. It turned slightly and the light had disappeared from it. What the hell was that?! I gazed in the same spot. It was a knife. My eyes grew as I sat up slowly. It rested in a hand. My eyes traveled along the hand’s arm, up to the shoulder. Gerard? It was. His eyes floated up from the knife up to me. He put a finger to his lips and shhsed me in silence. No talking. “What’s going on? Where are we?” I slowly mouthed. He squinted at my lips. “What?” He mouthed back. I repeated. He studied my lips harder. “Oh,” he mouthed, “he looked down then back up to me, “nothing…Um”.

I heard something beyond the door. “ We’re in Gerard’s closet!” I thought. A scraping. I heard papers rustle and possibly… wind? “Oh my God! Josh is fucking out side! He moved the bed! Oh my God! Does he know we’re here?! What’s he going to do to us?!” I thought. Someone opened a window. I remained silent and listened intently. Paper rustled. Rustled. Rustled. More scraping against wood. Something being pulled across our carpet. “What the fuck is that?!” The door clicked shut.

Forty minutes of rustling papers. Gerard silently removed the chair that jammed the door. He gripped the knife tightly. He breath and pushed the door. Open. I couldn’t see anything from where I was pressed as far back to the right of the door as possible. No sound, only rustling. I could see Gerard’s shadow pressed against the blank wall. It walked away out of the closet. Another scratch and the rustling died.

He walked back into the closet. “I think it’s safe,” he whispered to me. He picked up Mikey, wedding style and carried him out. I remained on the floor. “Did that really just happen?” thought. Gerard walked back in. He crouched down next to me. “You okay?” he asked brushing my check. “Yeah…” “Come on. We have to go.” HE stood up and took my hand pulling me up and out. He sat me on the bed. “Go where?” “I don’t know, but we can’t go home, and we can’t stay here. We can’t contact anyone and we can’t let Josh see us.” He was walking around picking up cases and setting them on the bed. He grabbed 3 pairs of Mikey’s jeans. “Put these on,” he said throwing a pair to me and a pair next to Mikey on Mikey’s bed. He put the third pair on himself.

He searched through the closet as I put the jeans on. They were a little too long. He came back with bunched of shirts. “Come here,” he said dropping the shirts on the ground. I stood up and walked over to him. He pulled my shirt off of me. I didn’t complain. I was still thinking what just happened. He pulled another tight shirt over my head. It was bright blue. He balled up some boxers and shoved it down my shirt. That I had to question. “What are you doing?!” “Sorry, Frankie, but tonight-” Tonight. I looked at the window. It was pitch black. I looked at the clock. Only one seventeen a.m. “-we’re going to be girls…” Oh.

He shoved a balled up pair of socks down the right side of my shirt. He looked at my ‘boobs’ and shook his head. He removed my boxers boob. He searched the room for new socks while I played around with my one ‘boob’ . He returned to me and balled up two more socks and shoved them down my shirt. “Perfect,” he breathed. “Not exactly, but whatever” I smiled. “Wow. Comedy out of this dramatic moment,” I thought. He opened one of the cases. Make up. “Where did you get all that?!” “I knew a girl who gave up on being a makeup artist and she gave all this shit to me,” he said dragging a brush through some weird powder, “I figured I’d keep it incase she ever wanted it back.” He covered my face in the powder. He pulled out a kind of brown color, but it was really light. He smeared my cheeks slightly with it. Then he went to work on my eyes. I knew what this stuff was, but not the kind I like. He spread brown eyeliner under my eyelashes. “Doesn’t she have any black in there?” “Don’t move! How many girls at our school wear black eyeliner, angel?” “Ugh!” He making me on of them. I sighed and stayed still. He spread different shades of brown around my eyes. He began to cover my tattoos with skin colored powder. “The arms too?!” I squeaked. “He probably knows your tattoos, angel.” He covered them completely. “what about hair?” I asked. “I have wigs.” I gave him a weird look. “I helped backstage on plays with make up and stuff with a place downtown in the tenth grade,” he explained. “Right.”

“There! Done! What do you think?” he said handing my a small mirror and walking over to Mikey. I looked pretty damn great! “I refuse to ever grow my hair long and blond.” I mumbled. The wig really made me look like a girl. “Mikey? Mikey, we have to leave and get away from Josh.” “Huh?” Mikey asked groggily. “Come on, Mikey. We have to get out of here. We have to dress up like girls.” “What?!” “Do you remember what happened?” Mikey thought for a moment. “Oh. Yeah…What time is it?” “One thirty a.m.” I answered. Mikey looked over at me. He stared for awhile. “Frank?!” “Yup.” “Whoa, that’s weird.”

Gerard gave Mikey boobs under his white shirt. Mikey wore bright blue jeans. He received a brunette wig that went down to his lower back. Gerard gave him bright blue eye shadow and natural pink looking cheeks. “Gerard, I must admit you rock at the whole, make dudes look like pretty hot chicks thing,” Mikey said in wonder. Gerard gave himself light light brown eyes shadow and a slight tan with some darker powder. He wore tight black jeans ‘because he’s the widest’. He wore a green shirt over his boxer boobs and a long brown wig with blonde highlights.

“Gerard, if I were straight and you were a girl, I’d wanna fuck you like no tomorrow,” I said astonished how gorgeous he looked. He and Mikey cocked their eyebrows at me.

“Time to go. Walk girly, and remember to only talk in girly voices,” Gerard coached us. I glanced around the room. School papers and old magazines covered splotches of the floor. The beds shoved into random spaces in the room. Desk drawers open. If anyone came in, they’d think a robbery happened, and it might have, but we didn’t have time to search for missing items.

No one was in the hall. Not a sound. Everyone was asleep or out partying. The doors weren’t locked. We waltzed out with ease. “Got your metro cards?” Mikey asked. I almost lost my composer. It was hilarious hearing Mikey talk in his high pitched ‘girl’ voice. Gerard nodded with a smile and I squeaked a ‘Yup’ through my lips.

We got a couple stars as we walked to and through the metro. I thought maybe we still looked like guys. I heard someone whistle. “Hello ladies!” they called after us. We walked faster.

Gerard stared at a map while Mikey and I silently sat on a bench observing the early morning life. Gerard returned after awhile and told us we were going to New York. Neither of us doubted him. WE figured he knew what we were doing.

A few drunks were in the car with us. Some horny guys kept staring at us and whispering. A man with a suit case sat in a corner nervously twitching. I fell asleep. When I woke up Gerard was telling Mikey and I quietly that we were here.

We stepped out of the car. We glanced around. No sign of Josh. It has been smooth sailing. Maybe it was all over. I honestly couldn’t wait to get that wig off my head. It was so itchy. An hour later and we were in a motel room. Gerard had grabbed some money that he had saved up out of the closet. We didn’t have much money to keep us there for long. I guess Gerard knew it was time to get serious. He was thinking intently.

“Mikey, what did your note say?”

Frank/Gee

Part 33

Gerard's P.O.V.

Oops. I forgot Mikey had even been in the room. I mean really. Do you think I would have let Frank jerk me off if I knew Mikey was going to see? I mean, I know Mikey and I are open with each other, but we aren’t that open…Well, as sick as it may seem, there have been a couple drunken parties where are lips seemed to meet but that’s as far as our openness goes.

Frank. That kid…I don’t even know. I was hoping he still liked me as we lied there in the silence, ‘cause if he didn’t the kid would be a whore. He can keep a hard on through anything. He didn’t care how many times we would get walked in on, afterwards I could still see or feel his hard on, and this time was no exception.

My thoughts wondered into fucking Frank, but only as a dream. Then they progressed into really wanting to shove Mikey out the thin door and actually fucking Frank. I think he could tell. He kissed my neck and slid a hand up my shirt. I brought his lips to mine. The kiss started out gentle but the second I slid my tongue into his mouth we both got carried away.

“GUYS! QUIT IT! THAT’S ENOUGH FOR ONE DAY!” Mikey yelled. Frank groaned and rolled off me and curled into Mikey’s pillow. “ Sorry guys. I know I ruin your party but I have no where else to go considering this is our room not your room. Just like at the hotel. Just like at our house. Get your own sound proof room and you wont hear another complaint out of me. I know you love each other and all but…” Mikey trailed off feeling no need to repeat himself.

I forgot about Josh and every worry about Frank and I in that second. That second was all I needed to make my decision. “Yeah, we do,” I said looking down at Frank and stroking his back. He slowly turned his head. His eyes were bright with excitement but at the same time clouded with worry. Some yellow swam into his irises and didn’t bother to mix with his hazel. He squinted at me. “Are we…Are you…Does this mean…we’re back?” he squeaked not knowing the right phrase. I put my hand on his check and rubbed it with my thumb. “Yeah.” He leaped into my arms. I was happy to hold him again. My lover.

Everything was erased. Every sadness and worry my brain and heart could possibly even acknowledge. My boy was back. I felt like beams of sun filtered from us through the room . There was no room anymore. Only a wave of pure pleasure held us. Why did I ever try to break this? That was the biggest mistake of my life. This boy owned my heart, and that’s the way I like it.

A storm poked me. No. I wouldn’t it let it take away the sun. It poked again. My sun faded a tad. The storm slid it’s icy hand between the sun and ripped us apart slowly with pain. The light wasn’t fading anymore. It was being torn away by the twister, then I opened my eyes and looked down. Wait. There was the sun. Right there. Still glowing. It was being preserved in an angel’s eyes. The angel had his arms wrapped tightly around the middle of my back. His head rested on my chest as his smile covered all of his face except his eyes. Because of this angel the sun would never fade. How could it in an angel’s eyes?

I brushed my hand through my angel’s hair and bent down to kiss his forehead. “My angel, my Frankie.” The storm punched my arm this time. I glared at it. Why did my mother have to give me this skinny little twister? Sure, I loved my sidekick, but he was in the way of my sun right now.

“Mikey, we’re trying to have a moment here!” I rolled my eyes. I collapsed back onto Mikey’s bed, but not without pulling my angel and his eyes with me. I pulled him as close to me as physically possible with both arms tightly wrapped around him. His smile didn’t stumble once.

“You have enough of those anyways,” Mikey mumbled returning to his seat on my bed. “First of all you don’t know the whole story about us right now. Second of all the moment was orgasmic. Third nothing is more important than us right now. Fourth shut up and let me have my angel!” I whined.

From that moment on that was my pet name for him. He called me babe, and only me. Not anyone else. That always made me feel kind of bad that all I could call him was dear, babe or hon. I had used those names for any of my old friends when I was in middle school and sometimes Mikey. It wasn’t Frank’s signature name that I had made for him. I wanted something naturally special to come though instead of something stupid that I would just settle for. Frankie was better than a name you just settle for.

Angel. It had finally arrived.

“What do you mean I don’t know your whole story? I’ve been here the entire time, except the little you threw me outside for, which I am ,overall, thankful for.” Mikey was always a nosey one. It must run in the family. “Nothing. It’s nothing,” I sighed before kissing Frankie sweetly. “Telllll mmeeeeee!” Mikey whined. “No,” now I refused to tell him just to spite him. “Tell me or I tell mom and dad what you were really doing taking so long in the shower rooms at the indoor theme park a couple months ago.” “Okay, I bite, I bite. I just wasn’t thinking anywhere near right and broke it off with Frank for awhile,” I said quickly. “Ohhhh so that’s why you were staying in the shower so long. I thought it was because you found out about me dating your old friend, James.” Mikey’s eyes bugged out of his head at his last sentence. That apparently was his mistake.

“You WHAT?!” “Well-I just-I-I ran into him at that concert and-uh-well,” he blushed. “You whore, you blew him didn’t you?” Frank said astonished. “How’d you guess?” Mikey asked shocked. Frank‘s jaw dropped and he laughed making his whole body shake in my arms. “I was just kidding!” he laughed. “He’s such a jerk though!” I whined “Why him?!” “I don’t know… He’s nicer now. He likes Anthrax. He and I hung out. He held doors open for me and he drove us over to a café where we just talked for a long time. We just kinda clicked, like none of the stuff you two said to me when we were younger ever happened. He was a gentleman. He drove me home and asked me out, and I sad ‘yes’”

Mikey was clearly happy with the guy. I could let the stuff he had done to us slide if it was all in the past. I wouldn’t hate this kid as much if Mikey liked him as much as he clearly did. I could push my childish grudge away-a little.

“You never told me you were gay,” I said. “You didn’t guess?!”, he said shocked and then corrected himself quickly, “Well, bi actually, but still…You are my brother after all. You and grandma raised me and you didn’t guess that between you being openly gay with me, and grandma always talking about how sexy guys were, that none of it had rubbed off?” “I’m defiantly not surprised….You have made out with me before and I am a man,” I said. Frank shrieked with laughter and begged to hear the story. “Nothing, just drunk and bored, and truth or dare games,” was my response. He still hasn’t forgotten to remind Mikey and I of that even now. Where do you think Waycest came from?

We talked boy talk all night…it sounded like girl talk honestly, though, considering it was all about guys. Night creped up on us and I decided between yawns that Josh would have to wait until the morning. I locked the door. Just to be safe I pushed the headboard of my bed against the door and Mikey and Frank did the same thing with Mikey’s bed to the window.

“I really don’t feel like sleeping on the floor,” Frank yawned. “No worries. We have everything in our closet,” Mikey said walking over to it. “Yeah, but I doubt you can find more beds in there.” “No, but what about two blow up mattresses, more pillows, four sleeping bags, oh! and a heater!” he announced tossing each one out of the closet as he said it. “What’s the heater for?” I asked him. “It’s March. I have another month of coldness,” Mikey answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “We’re gonna burn tonight,” I sighed.

A hour later, some sweat, and the three of us are sleeping on the one giant and comfortable bed we had made. It might have been more comfortable than our regular beds. Mikey laid practically in the closet. I lay on the outside and my angel lay snuggled up against me.

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So I’m thinking a couple more chapters and its done…I don’t know how many, but yeah, the end should be coming, hopefully, before June. Thanks for reading. Comments are the shit! Peace Xoxo

Sammie Leah Way

Frankie/Gee

Part 32

Frank's P.O.V.

“What?” I shook. “Josh. It had to be…What did you’re note say?!” Gerard commanded, pointing at me. He almost made me feel like I was in one of those black and white cop movies. The ones where they shine one bright light o their suspect. Like cartoons. “Umm…It said ‘Remember? You will soon’ ….Can one of you fucking untie me?” Gerard was pacing and biting his lip. “Mikey, get to it.” He stared intensely at the floor. Mikey looked shocked and stayed quiet. He let his mouth hang open just a tad. He was nervous, and so were we.

“What did you’re note say, Gee?” I asked, beginning to stare. He was so cute while he thought deeply. When he was drawing or looking at the ocean, you could see him leave his body to live in his mind. His eyes would cloud up and he would completely not see anything even though his eyes were open. He couldn’t be taken out of his own spell unless someone touched him. At that he would jump, not excepting the contact. He had forgotten anyone was there. He had forgotten he was there. It was cute.

I left him to think. “Hey Gerard?” Mikey breathed sitting next to me. “Gerard?” he asked again. I threw my shoe at him. He glared down at me. “What Mikey?” “I-I got a note…” Gerard visibly trembled. His expression changed. He looked down again. His posture sunk and pouted. “I’m sorry, Mikey. I didn’t mean to get you wrapped up in this too,” Gerard whispered, ashamed. It made my heart melt. I just wanted to kiss him and nuzzle up against him.

The feeling reminded me of when I first met Gerard. The way I longed for him, but this time I hated him too. He had left me. He had given up and given in this time. I hated him so much, and it was his fault I couldn’t comfort him physically. I wanted to hug him so bad. I loved him.

“How many times do we have to explain to you it’s not your fault? I’m tired of fitting this war. Mikey and I have made it perfectly clear that we don’t blame you, but you still blame yourself. There are ways we could have gotten ourselves out, and left you on your own, but we made the decision. You didn’t make it for us.” “I don’t care. You guys are my responsibility. I love you and I don’t anyone hurting either of you.” He slunked down onto Mikey’s bed across from us.

I had to do it. Even if it meant nothing to him, I had to do something to get his mind off of being guilty. I couldn’t stand how upset he was. I just couldn’t. Not when I could make him laugh or something. I slowly switched from sitting next to Mikey to sitting next to Gerard. He didn’t move as I hugged him with one arm. I kissed his neck and then rested my head in the crook of his neck. A felt his tear fall onto my face. I grabbed his head and shoved it to my chest and squeezed hard. “Don’t cry!” I complained loudly with a silly high pitched voice. . He jerked away. His movement proved to me just how upset he was. He never used to jerk away. Ever.

This time when I grabbed his head, I smooched my lips against his. He moved his hand to my thigh. I raised my self up