Sex and violence.

Frank's P.O.V


A deep feeling in my stomach told me not to bring Justin into anything, so I listened to that feeling. Getting up from Drew's couch and leaving to find Gerard.


Drew's house was pretty packed, so it was hard trying to find anybody. Everyone was either standing in doorways drinking or surrounding a hookah. Making it harder to keep my mind straight as I made my way through the crowd. The smoke just lifted my craving for my own, but I knew I couldn't. No, my friend was dying.


I still haven't seen Gerard and it's been just a few minutes. This is seriously getting ridiculous, where the fuck is he?


"Gerard!?" I just decided to scream his name, barley heard over the faded noises of the bass in the music. "Drew, where the fuck's my boyfriend?!" I screamed a second time, almost feeling my vocal cords burst as I yelled at the top of my lungs.


Still, I heard nothing. Only driving my frustration to go over the top.



"Fuck it!" I screamed, before even trying to go upstairs. Frankly, I'm scared to see what I'd find if I went up there. Either other couples having sex on his bed or Drew and Gerard.


It's not that didn't trust Gerard.


No I trusted him with all my heart, it's just Drew I can't trust. He's like twenty and his sex drive is probably higher than mine.


And I'm usually horny as fuck.


Unwanted images of Drew just doing things to Gerard flash though my head, leading my to scream again, "Justin, get the fuck over here!"


I couldn't hear a response, so I continued to make my way over by him one more.


Unlike Gerard, I found Justin right away, yelling his name once more. "Justin"


Right away, his head lifted, his chocolate eyes looking worried.


"Yeah?" He mumbled in his nervous tone, his bottom lip being hiding between his teeth.


"Bob's fucked up and we gotta help him." I shouted again, his pupils shrinking in fear.


But without rejection, he jumped up from the couch and jogged his way over by me. I didn't even give him a chance to say anything before I twisted my figure around. Heading to the door and walking out.


I just ignored to cold evening air as I made my way down to my car, Justin following me. Hopping in the front seat of my pick up truck as I took the driver's. Starting the car right away and calling Chris again.


"Chris!" I screamed in the phone, hearing a worried scratchy voice on the other end.


"Frank, were in that one alley that we were at when we threw those bottles. Just come quick!" Chris spoke in a speedy tone.


"Why didn't you call 9-11?" The thought just hit me.


"Because we were doing acid alright! Just, I don't need to go to jail again for possession. Just please hurry!" He added, a click sound following signaling that he ended the call.



"Fuck!" I yelled, slamming my fists along the steering wheel.


"Wh-what's wrong?" Justin muttered.


"Nothing, it's just fucking crazy." I sighed, calming myself for him.


"Is he gonna be okay?" He asked, I only look back at him. Right away regretting it as I find the fear lodged in his eyes.


"Ye-Yes." I lied.
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"There they are!" A shorter brown haired boy yelled, pointing his finger by Chris, who's hair is now all black. But another figure pooling at his ankles. Bob..


"Justin hurry up!" I yelled. Jumping out of the car and almost losing my balance as I stepped back onto the ground.


It wasn't long til the two of us met up with him, finding Bob laying on the ground. His eyes closed and white and blood stained liquid haning from his chin and staining his face.


"Omigod!" I screamed, covering my hand over my mouth as I began gasping at the sick sight.


"What the fuck are you doing help us!" Chis cried, looking back and forth between me and Bob. I soon catch sight of his eyes, his black pupils blown from the affect of the acid.


"How?! Justin and I- Wait, where's Justin?" I turned my head, not finding the boy anywhere.


"I don't know! Just help!" Chris screamed again, staring at Bob's still figure.


To be honest, he looked dead. He looked like he belonged dead, but he was still alive. His ches rose up and down. I just prayed that he'd stay alive.


"Get your phone!" I yelled back at him, the only thing I knew what to do was call the cops.


"Frank, no just- JUSTIN WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"


Chris's words shocked me, but I turned my head around. Only finding Justin with a sharp green shiny object held tight in his hand.


Before any of us could stop him, he drove the object in Bob's chest.


The blonde boy screaming as he held Justin's hand as it laid on his chest with the object that I could now identify that was glass.


Justin's face had gone white while my body just stopped, Bob just woke up like it was nothing.. and now has a shard of glass in his chest.


"Oh my fuck! Justin what did you do?" Chris cried even more. His face red as the tears poured from him."Oh fuck!"

Notes

THE DEATH SCENE.
DUN
DUN
DUNNNNNN


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