Gerard knew there was something wrong when he shut the door behind him. The house was too quiet.

His first thought was that Frank had somehow managed to get out, despite the locked doors and windows, or someone had broken in and taken him.

He ascended the stairs and burst into the bedroom to find Frank, simply staring at the wall, stood motionless by the bed. His eyes landed on the phones that lay next to each other on the bed and his heart sank.

"Tell me this isn't what it looks like Frank," Gerard said quietly, slowly moving into the room and closing the door behind him.

Frank didn't say anything, he just turned his head to look at him. His face was blank and he felt numb.

"Tell me Frank," Gerard repeated, his voice a little louder.

"You lied to me," Frank whispered, his voice hoarse and scratchy, his throat aching as he spoke. "You've been lying to me this whole time."

"I've never lied to you," Gerard snapped at him, his blood boiling. "What are you talking about?"

Frank swallowed and his eyes slipped closed. He was shaking.

"I'm talking about all the secrets you've kept from me, all the lies you've told me, all the fucking deceit and lies Gerard! How could you?!"

"When have I ever lied to you?" Gerard spat, lunging for Frank and grabbing a fistful of his hair.

Frank's knees buckled and Gerard shoved him backwards onto the bed, his face livid.

"Why are my phones in here Frank?" Gerard demanded.

"Because I rang Mikey!" Frank yelled. "I rang him on my phone! He's worried sick about you Gerard! Why would you do that to him?"

Gerard slapped Frank hard across the cheek, his hand stinging from the impact. "Don't you ever say his name in front of me!"

"What? Mikey? Your brother?!" Frank yelled back. "Your brother Mikey, who just so happens to be my best friend? What a coincedince!"

"You think you can talk to me like this?" Gerard hissed, landing a punch across Frank's jaw. "After everything I've done for you! You ungrateful piece of shit! You stupid, stupid fuck!"

"You lied to me Gerard! Your brother is my best friend and you knew all along! You used your own fucking brother to get to me! That's fucking disgusting Gerard! You didn't even know me but you just used Mikey!"

"Did you really think that mattered to me?" Gerard cried. "Did you really think anything was going to stop me from getting what I wanted?! I would have killed Mikey if it meant I could have you!"

Frank's mouth hung open and he stared at Gerard in disbelief and horror. "You don't mean that."

Gerard's contorted face full of angry and rage slowly morphed into a shocked, wide stare, his raised hand gradually falling down to his side. "But I do."

A sob escaped Frank's lips and he clamped his hand over his mouth. Gerard just stared at Frank with the same look of disbelief. Frank was horrified and scared out of his mind.

What had he fallen in love with?

"What did you tell him?" Gerard asked in a shaky voice that didn't sound like his own.

"I didn't tell him anything," Frank whispered. "But I wish I had."

A tear slipped down Gerard's face at this, and his face crumpled. He sank to his knees, burying his head in his hands. Sobs filled the room, Gerard's body wracking with his cries.

"Gerard," Frank croaked, crawling towards Gerard, reaching for him. "Gerard please. You have to listen to me."

Gerard didn't seem to hear or feel Frank.

"Gerard, fuck...you have to let me go. Let me go back to Jersey," Frank pleaded, tears streaming down his face.

"NO!!" Gerard screamed, his hands grabbing Frank in a blur. "You're all I have left Frank, you can't leave me!"

Frank struggled in his arms, sobbing. "Please Gerard, this has to end, I can't stay here!"

Frank felt sick at the way Gerard's sobs stopped immediately and his face dropped, becoming blank and expressionless, his pale cheeks streaked with tears.

"You are never going to leave me."

The voice didn't sound like Gerard but it came from his mouth. It was flat and dead and full of horrific meaning.

"You're mine Frank. You're never going to get out of here alive," Grard whispered.

"Then I'm going to die trying," Frank breathed back.

With every ounce of strength Frank had, he pushed Gerard off of him and ran.