The Only Hope For Me Is You

The next week at school I was practically following Gerard around like a lost puppy dog. I was so afraid of what Kellin would do if he got me alone. We kept a safe distance from him but with a few close calls. Yesterday, I took a bathroom break during first period and when I walked into the bathroom he was standing there with his new boy toy Pete Wentz. He looked at me for a split second and then started to make out with Pete intensely. I went to the bathroom and walked back to first period quickly before he could say anything to me. I sat through the rest of first period thinking about Pete. I felt sorry for the kid because I knew Kellin was most likely going to do the same thing to him as he did to me. Second period came along and I was too scared to walk to class by myself that I walked with Jon. Kellin was at his locker and when we walked by he shoved Jon into me. But when I got to second period everything was okay. When I got my final schedule about three weeks ago I requested to have all of Spencer's classes and fortunately enough for me Gerard had the same schedule as Spencer so when I walked in and took my seat next to Gerard every worried emotion vanished. In English we were reading the Scarlet Letter and I had a paper due in a week so Gerard gave me a ride to the library in town. He couldn't stay with me because he and Mikey had something to do after school.

"Will you be okay?" Gerard asked me as I got out of his car.
"Yes, Gee. I'll be fine. I promise. I'll even text you every hour." I told him reassuringly.
"Okay. You better. I'll be here to pick you up at 6:30." He told me clarifying that I only had three and half hours to work on my paper.
"Alright Gee Bear."
"Be careful Frankie." He said to me before pulling out of the library parking lot.

I walked into the library and asked the man at the desk if I could use a computer. He pointed me to one in the corner and told me I could use it for as long as I needed. I took a seat at the computer and pulled my headphones out of my pocket. I started listening to the Misfits and writing my paper. Before I knew it an hour had passed. I pulled out my phone and began to type and message to Gerard,

Hey. I'm ok. See you in two hours.Within a few seconds my phone was vibrating in my hand.
K. I'll see you then. I read.

Another half hour passed and I was already almost finished with my paper so I saved it and sent it to my Email. I texted Gerard and told him I was finished early and he told me he would be there to pick me up in about twenty minutes. It was a nice day so I decided to wait for him outside. I was sitting on the bench in front of the library when I blacked out and the next thing I remember was waking up in a strange van with a severe headache and blood on my hands.

~Gerard's POV~
When I pulled up to the library Frank wasn't outside so I pulled out my phone from my pocket and texted him,

Hey. I'm outside come on. I typed, hoping not to sound like a pushy bitch. I really liked Frank and didn't want to screw shit up with him by sounding like a jerk. When he didn't text me back after five minutes I went into the library to see if he was in there. I asked the man at the front desk if he had seen him and he told me he saw Frank sitting on the bench but when he turned back around he was gone. I texted Frank again, now frantic.
Frank where the hell are you?! This isn't funny. Text me back. I told the man thank you and walked back out to my car. My phone started to ring as soon as I sat down in the car. I looked at the caller ID and it came up and it came up as a blocked number. I was hesitant but I decided to answer it.

"Hello? Who is this?" I asked the unidentified caller.
"That doesn't matter. What matters is I have your precious Frankie and you won't be seeing him anytime soon." A male voice I didn't recognize said to me.
"Listen here you little shit, you put one hand on him and you won't see the light of day again." I told him.
"Someone's getting a little butthurt. Too bad I probably already caused temporary brain damage. Not that there was anything that could have been damaged, I mean he is dating you." The voice said with a chuckle.
"You little asshole. You're fucking dead." I screamed into the phone.
"Now Gerard, let's not make promises we can't keep. Let's just say our little Frankie won't be home for a little while." Before I could respond there was a beep and the call was over.

Notes

Frankie :(
Thank you so so so much for reading. I just freaked out because of hoe many views this has. I love you guys.(: