*Frank*


Gerard looks pretty depressed today, I don’t know why, but I kinda feel bad for him, he looks so cut up. He has been moping around the house for the majority of the day and to be honest it’s kinda depressing to see him so depressed. It’s a confusing cycle.


“Frank?” Gerard called

“Yes” I answered.

“Y-you can leave” he whispered, eyes downcast.

“WHAT!?” I grinned

“You can leave” he repeated.

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I am a sad, sad man, who fell in love with a kid, my head is fucked up, I am a fucking pervert, I brought you with me thinking we’d fall in love instantly and everything would be all buttercups and daisies, but it was a ridiculous fantasy that I blew way outta proportion. I’m sorry, you won’t have to see me again” he rambled.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” I kissed him on the cheek and ran out of the house, worrying he would change his mind.


****


I had been walking for about three hours when I finally made it home, looking awful.
I knocked on my mom’s door.

The door swung open and an almost unrecognisable woman opened the door, my mom. She looked so different, usually she would be the image of beauty and that is no exaggeration, but today she had big rings around her eyes, her face pale and her whole body considerably skinnier.

She stared at me much like a goldfish, opening and closing her mouth, obviously giving up speech, she charged at me with a hug so forceful she nearly brought me to the ground.

“Frankie! Oh my God, Frank I was so worried! I love you so much!!” she cried.

“I love you too mom!” I whispered.

We hugged and hugged, we must have been standing there about thirty minutes, when my ass started to go numb.

“Mom, its cold let’s go inside” I smiled.

“Frankie honey, I know you have just gotten back, but we need to contact the police, let them know you’re back.” She smiled. I nodded.


****


I had spoken to the police, refusing to tell them what happened, they of course thought that it was ‘too soon to speak of my tragic events’ I agreed not telling them the real reason was because I didn’t want Gerard to get in trouble, not only that but a guy as emotionally unstable as him wouldn’t last two minutes in jail.

I lay in my bed and just began thinking. Thinking about what had occurred these past months and thinking about Gerard.

I felt something when I thought of him, but that emotion confused me to no end. I felt regretful, but what had I done to regret?

Do I regret leaving?

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