*Gerard*

We both sat in silence as if afraid to speak.

“This is illegal. I’m a minor, wait. H-how old are y-you?” Frank muttered

“I’m twenty-seven” I announced.

“Jesus Christ! Twenty-seven, he’s twenty-seven. T-this is wrong, this is s-sick” he whispered to himself more than anyone.

“Yo-you are sick!” He said accusingly. I felt my bottom lip quiver, I’m not sick, I’m just in love. Why can’t he see that?

“Frankie, please, don’t say that p-please!” I pleaded desperately.
I reached out to touch him but he whimpered and cowered away from me, he doesn’t understand I’m too weak to hurt him.

Maybe I need to be stronger, just until I gain his trust; I can’t let him walk all over me.
“Well, I will show you to your room, for now it is a separate one from my own.” I said, in a firmer tone.

He ran to the door screaming and clawing as if it would break down if he begged enough. I picked him up dodging the punches and kicks aimed at me until I had reached his room; I placed him on his bed, bolted the door and went into my own room.

Why doesn’t he like me? I was only being kind; I want to make him happy. I done all of this for us. Why is he oblivious to that? Why is he so blind to the fact that I love him? Doesn’t he know I would never want him to suffer?

Can’t he just accept that I want us to be together? Maybe he just needs time.

I laid there in silence for a while, wincing every time I heard a muffled sob through the wall. Okay, so tomorrow, I will go and collect the rest of my things and bring them here.

Maybe I can stop off at the pet shop and get Frank his dog? Although it may be too soon. Will he ever love me?

Only time will tell.

Notes

I apologise,
this chapter is very short,
it is a filler and I will be updating again today :)


Miss MCR