As he tore away another pice of Franks soul as he raped him on the ancient carpet that was stained with blood he hear the slam of the cheap wooden front door being kicked down. "Shit." He thanked what ever god there was that he had invested in reinforcing the door to Frankie's room with so many locks and bolts. "Listen to me Frankie" he whispered " you are my fucking bitch and no one else's. You're my fucking slut and Mikey doesn't actually care about you he just wants a fucking beautiful ass to fuck and you're here to provide" he muttered as he pulled his jeans up and forced a pair of bloody boxers up Franks equally bloody legs.
'Liar' he thought to himself 'it's a fucking beautiful lie'
he yanked frank to his feet and shoved him against the wall with the oh so lovingly painted mural on it. He kissed him hard and rough as he heard who ever it was -he presumed Mikey- began breaking away all the cheap little locks until he gave up and began undoing the hinges with a little guitar pick he found in his pocket . eventually the door came crashing down, and Mikey finally punched Gerard in the back of the head so heard he passed out.
"Frankie" Mikey cried as he caught the broken boy in his arms as he passed out, he picked him up and ran out of the hell hole and put his body in the boot because if anyone saw him driving around in a speeding car with what could easily be mistaken as a dead body he would be arrested on the spot. He began speeding home, not knowing whether to wish for Frank to wake up or to stay under till they reached home
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