“Where are we going Gerard?” Frank said quietly.
“Cali,” Gerard answered. “That’s where you wanted to go, right?”
Frank stiffened. “I’m not going to California with you. Jamia and me were meant to be going to there, not us!”
Tears spilt down his face at the thought of what his life would be like if Gerard had never been in the picture. He could’ve been driving to Cali with Jamia, starting a new life. But instead, he was with a guy who’d been stalking him and clearly wasn’t going to let him go.
“How long?” Frank asked. “How long had you been watching me?”
“Nearly four years,” Gerard answered. “When you were fourteen and moved to Newark.”
Frank swallowed and attempted to stop crying. “Why?”
“Because you’re beautiful Frankie and I wanted you for myself. I wanted you to be mine.”
“Don’t fucking talk about me like I’m some sort of pet! You don’t own me!”
Gerard’s eyes darkened. “I do. You’re mine and I’m never letting you go.”
“You can’t just do this!” Frank cried.
“I am! I’m making you mine and you’re going to let me! I want you Frank so I’m going to have you! You belong to me and no one else! We’re meant to be together!”
“No we’re not!” Frank yelled. “There is no we and there never will be! I don’t want anything to do with you, you fucking tortured and murdered my girlfriend right in front of my eyes! You’re insane, how could you just do that?!”
“I did it for you, Frank, I did it for us. Don’t you see that we need each other? We were made for each other.”
“I’m not even fucking gay you idiot! I’m straight, not even curious one bit, I never have been! I don’t want to be with you like that! How could anyone ever want to be with a monster like you?!”
Gerard suddenly jerked the car in the direction of a motel, ignoring Frank.
“You’ll understand soon Frank,” Gerard sighed. “We’ll stop here for tonight. It’s late.”
Frank sat un-moving in the passenger seat whilst Gerard got out. Frank wasn’t going anywhere, he decided.
But it looked like Gerard had other plans when he yanked the door open and hauled Frank out.
*Time Lapse*
Frank watched the bathroom door warily, waiting for it to open and Gerard to step out. When he did, Frank shrank back from him, his back hitting the headboard of the bed. Gerard made his way over to Frank, studying him carefully. There were things that he’d never even noticed about him before that he was seeing now. Like that fact that his hazel orbs were flecked with chocolate colored brown around his pupil, the impossibly faint spray of freckles across his skin, the delicate, defined natural curve of his eyebrows and the streaks of darker black through his raven locks.
Gerard was still amazed at how beautiful he was.
“Are you going to kill me?” Frank asked hesitantly, more than slightly creeped out by Gerard’s obvious staring.
“What?” Gerard asked, frowning and blinking heavily, Frank’s voice snapping him out of his day dream as he stared at Frank.
Frank repeated himself and winced at Gerard’s shocked face.
“If I did that then I wouldn’t be able to have you then, would I?” Gerard asked. “Why would you ask that?”
“Because,” Frank swallowed. “You’re fucking crazy. I watched what you did to Jamia.”
His voice stopped and fresh tears sprung to his eyes as he mentioned Jamia.
“I would never kill you Frank,” Gerard said softly. “I don’t want to live without you, don’t you get that?”
“If you care about me, then why? Why did you do all of this?”
“I did this because I care. You were unhappy and I’ve fixed it. We can both be happy together now Frankie.”
Frank shook his head. “I will never be happy again. Ever.”
“You will be, once you see that we’re meant for each other.”
Frank knew that wasn’t true. How the hell could he ever be happy when he was stuck with this killer and Jamia was dead?