It had now been five days since Frank had been kidnapped. Mikey stayed home from school the first few days after the incident because of his "head injury" but we couldn't keep doing that.

I sat at the kitchen table with my head in my hands when Mikey got home.

He sighed an sat next to me, rubbing my back. "Have you eaten today, Gee?" I didn't answer. "Of course not," he grumbled. He got up and made us coffee. "Drink," he ordered. "I'm making you food, too."

I started drinking the coffee while he made me a sandwich.

"Gee, you can't keep this up. You gotta eat. They'll find him. Trust me."

"You know as well as I do that they'll basically give up after a week. And there's a pretty good chance he's already dead."

"For God's sakes, Gerard," he said under his breath and left the room. He walked over and slammed one of my older sketchbooks on the table. "What do you see Gerard?"

I gave him a weird look and he just pointed to the sketchbook. "Uh... A half filled sketch book?"

"That's right. It's half full. The glass half full. You have to see the bright side of everything. Frank's step-dad probably doesn't want to go back to jail so he might not kill him. He's probably confused as to why Frank acts like a child and hasn't even hurt him. You never know. Maybe Frank even escaped and is looking for us now. You. Don't. Know."

I looked up at a glaring Mikey. "You're right. Sitting here wallowing in sadness. I'm sorry."

"That's right, you're fuckin' sorry," he murmured.

"Don't use that language with me," I joked in a "dad" voice.

"Shut the fuck up," he said, walking to put my sketchbook away.

"Well, then."

I took another sip of coffee but my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Gerard?" A harsh voice whispered. "Gerard I need help."

"Frank? Frank! Where are you? Are you okay?"

"Gee?" Mikey asked, walking in. I waved my hand around to shush him.

"I'm at my house. My old house," he whispered. "My step dad kidnapped me from the park. I still one of his lackeys cell phones. I think he's gonna kill me! Please hurry!" There was a pause. "Someone's coming," he said so quietly I barley heard him, then hung up.

"What was that?"

"Frank. He stole someone's cellphone. I have to go save him."

"By yourself? Gee, no!" He started following me as I walked to the door.

"Don't follow me, Mikey." I ran out the door and into the car. I drove and parked around the corner from Frank's old house. The neighborhood I was in looked familiar but I brushed it off and ran to the house.

I kneeled down next to the basement window and looked in. Their basement was actually pretty nice (when they'd lived here) so that's where Frank's bedroom had been. On a few occasions when Frank was sick I'd snuck in.

I peaked in and saw Frank sitting in a corner, crying.

I lightly tapped on the window and Frank's head snapped up. By the way his lips moved I could tell he said Gee. I put my finger to my lips in a shushing motion.

I got an idea and opened the window a tiny bit.

"Frank, when he leaves, come over here." He nodded his head. I snuck around to the front door and tried to fix my hair a little. I straightened out the vest I was wearing and slapped on the biggest smile I could before knocking.

(A/n no offense to anyone who is religious. It's just part of the story. I'm sorry if I get any information wrong-I am not religious)

"What?" Jeremy snapped, opening the door.

"Good afternoon, Sir. I'm a student at Queen of Peace Catholic school. I am here today to spread-"

"Wait. I know you! You're that boy! The one Linda's son was always with. What are you doing here?"

Shit. I hadn't expected him to recognize me. "Um, I'm afraid I don't know what you're-"

"Yes! You're- Gerald or Germ or whatever. What are you doing here. Franklin left a long time ago."

"I-I'm sorry s-sir. I don't know who this 'Franklin' is s-sir. I just moved here f-from Newark."

He glanced around the street before grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me in the house. He pulled a knife and held it to my neck.

"Now you listen and you listen good," he growled. "You're gonna be silent. You're gonna go in that room and sit there and if I hear you I will kill you both on the spot." He opened the door to the basement and shoved me inside. I just barley caught myself on the handle before I fell down the stairs.

"Gee!"

"Shhh. Frank. Don't speak," I whispered.

"G-Gerard," he whispered. "I-I'm scared."

"I'll get us out of here, Frank. I promise."

He grabbed my face and kissed my lips hard. Love and caring swirled in his eyes. "O-okay. I trust you," he whispered before fear flooded his eyes and his eight year old mind returned.

Frank started to scream but I covered his mouth with my hand when we heard gunshots from the floor above.

Notes

SORRY ITS BEEN SO LONG I got a laptop now so it should be a lot easier to update now