Gerard's POV.

There was something really weird going on with Frank.

Okay I knew he was worried about Jamie, as was I. No one had seen my little boy in weeks and to be honest I thought the police were going to give up soon.

I couldn't let that happen.

But something else was going on with him and I didn't know what, which was why I needed to talk to him. Now.

I jogged up the stairs and to the bathroom, pressing my ear to the door. I could hear bath water. Normally we would have bathed or showered together but we just hadn't been intimate since Jamie had disappeared. Could you blame us though?

Would you ever be in the mood for sex when someone you loved was missing?

“Frankie..” I began, stepping into the bathroom though I froze at what I saw.

There were bruised and cuts all over my Frankie's little body. What the..?

“Gee!” He squeaked, trying his best to cover himself by pulling his knees up to his chest though it didn't do much good. His legs were bruised as well.

“What the fuck has happened to you?” I whispered, kneeling beside the bath whilst reaching over and moving Frank's legs so I could see the damage.

Shit.

“Gee it's nothing, please!” Frankie whispered, pulling his legs back up again.

“This is what you call nothing?” I asked, shaking my head. “C'mon, Frank.. What happened? Who did this to you?”

“It doesn't matter.” He whispered, looking down at his knees, frowning gently. “Leave it Gee.”

“As if I'm just gonna leave it!” I laughed, though I wasn't amused. Not one little bit.

“Just leave it Gee!”

“No!”

I knew if I kept pushing him he'd blurt it all out. It always happened. “Look you're hurt, really fucking hurt and I need to know who did this.”

Frank leant his head back against the bath and sniffed, a few small tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Ray.”

My heart sunk. No.. It couldn't be Ray.. What the fuck?! “But.. I thought he was in prison? Why is he out? How did you even get into contact with him Frank?!”

Frank swallowed harshly and stayed quiet for a moment before his eyes flickered up to me. “It's him Gee.” He whispered, sniffing.

“It's him? Frankie what do you mean it's him?”

“He's got Jamie.” Frank suddenly sobbed. “H-He said he'd give him back.. if I kept seeing him.” He sniffed. “It's.. It's always just one more time..” He whimpered.

I didn't believe this. Ray had done it again. He'd hurt my Frank and he had my son.

“Fuck.” I whispered, swallowing harshly. “Okay Frank, you have to tell me where he lives.”

“No! Gee no he's horrible, you can't go there alone!”

I groaned. I wasn't in the mood, I just needed him to comply.

“Frank, tell me where he is.”

***

It took a while to convince Frank to give me the address, but I got it in the end, thankfully.

I sat in my car in front of the house I'd been told to go to and took a deep breath, before climbing out and jogging up the steps. I knocked at the door before taking a small step back.

Ray opened the door a moment later, his eyes widening when he saw me.

That had been exactly what I'd wanted to see.

“Gerard.. I uh, didn't expect to see you around. Still fucking school boys?”

Bastard.

I stepped forward and pressed my hand to his throat, pushing him back until we were inside and his back hit the wall.

“I'm only going to ask once, Ray. Where the fuck is my son?!”