Gerards POV
I was sitting in a bar, waiting for a friend, if you can really call him that. The man I was waiting for, wasn't a bad man, at least that's what I tell myself. His name was Bert McCracken, and he was my drug dealer. He kept me in good supply of my addictive little drugs, sold it for a good price to. Tonight was the night of mine and Frank's anniversary, and I was very excited for it, but tonight was also the night Bert told me to meet him here. Bert said he had something special for me, and I couldn't resist the urge of temptation. I look at my watch to see the time 10:30 I should be at home with Frankie right now enjoying our anniversary, Bert needs to hurry the hell up. I tap my foot with impatience, Bert was never late, but he chose this night to be late. He probably did this on purpose. He didn't like Frank for some reason.
"Hey GeeBear." I heard a voice purr behind me
"Dont call me that, and just give me the shit so I can leave." I huffed out glaring at the taller man. Bert poured a bit before leading me to the back of the bar.
"Now Gee, this stuff is special, so I need a bit... extra pay." Bert said with a smirk.
"I don't have any extra money asshole." I say in annoyance.
"Oh no, I didn't mean money." Bert whispered his voice seductive. Suddenly he was on top of me, pinning me to the wall, his tongue down my throat. I tried to squirm away, but he was much larger than me. His mouth tasted foul, his hands were rough, I didnt like it.
"Tell me you love me more than Frank." Bert growled.
"No." I say trying to kick him. I didn't love Bert at all. He was an asshole. I loved Frank, Frank never hurt me. Frank was always there.
Bert slapped my face then kissed me again. Suddenly I heard a gasp come from behind us. I felt that warm sensation i felt every time Frank was near me. I looked up to see Frank crying behind us. I saw his lips moving but I couldn't hear him talking, all I could understand was the broken hurt look in his eyes.
"Frankie, I can explain!" I said jerking my body away from Bert, but he was gone. I punched Bert in the face, suddenly feeling adrenaline pumping through my body. I ran after Frank, but when I got outside, he was gone. I ran to the house without looking back.
When I got home, no one way there.
"Frankie?" I called into the emptiness. No answer. I went into my room and my heart stopped. He had destroyed the guitar I bought him, the pictures I had made for him, the songs I had written for him, and to top it all off there was a blood covered blade on my dresser. I felt as if I were about to cry. I had hurt him so bad, and what for? A bag of drugs. A unhealthy obsession. A inanimate object that I felt attached to. For my own selfish mind. I sat diwn down on my bed and put my face in my hands. Why had I done that? I noticed a folded piece of paper on my pillow and picked it up. As I read the words, I was reduced to a sobbing mess. Suddenly I realised what had just happened. Frank was going back to his dad's. I grabbed my car keys and ran outside, I had to save my Frank.

Notes

Here is something from Gerards POV! Enjoy!

Never change.

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