Desolation Row

Patrick quickly pulled away from him, his mouth gaping open in horror as he realised what he had done. “Oh my god... Frank I can’t I’m sorry I...” Patrick stammered, quickly standing up. Guilt washed over him as began to freak out; how could he do this to Pete! What was he thinking? He ran his hands down his face, pacing up and down as he struggled to pull himself together. “How could we be so stupid” He cried, angry at himself for what he had done.

Frank remained sat upon the bench, his head was spinning. The feeling had taken over him. It was new and exciting and he couldn’t help but want more of it. He slowly stood up, placing his steady hands on Patrick’s arms. “Patrick calm down” He instructed, his soothing voice instantly silencing Patrick as he stood trembling in Frank’s arms. “Doesn’t this feel right to you? I mean I haven’t felt like this before” Frank said, locking eyes with him. Patrick shook him off; a pain expression filled his face as he struggled to understand what Frank was saying. He and Gerard had been together for years, what was he playing at? “No! Frank this was a mistake! I love Pete I... I need to go” He cried, turning his back on Frank and quickly walked away, slapping his forehead as the guilt began to eat away at him. If he hadn’t already lost Pete, then he had sure lost him now.

He stood there for a while, watching as his friend left him alone in the cemetery. His face crumpled as he realised the terrible mistake he had made. How was he going to explain all this to Gerard? He couldn’t lie to him, especially with his temper. He rubbed the back of his head, fear coursing through his veins as he slowly walked out of the cemetery, his mind rushing from one thought to the next. He loved Gerard; he had done since they were teenagers. Maybe it was fact that Patrick actually showed that he cared for him and listened to him, or maybe it was because Patrick didn’t grab him by the throat every time he opened his mouth. His cheeks flushed red, not with a sweet emotion but with embarrassment. How could he have been so stupid? He took advantage of him and now he had to suffer the consequences.

Frank pushed open the gate and wandered aimlessly onto the main street. He was so preoccupied in his own thoughts that he failed to notice an angry looking Gerard standing on the far side of the cemetery.

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“Don’t fucking lie to me Frank!” Gerard roared, taking another swing at Frank. Frank crumpled to the floor, his face bloodied as he begged Gerard to stop. “I’m sorry Gee, please I’m so...” his cries were quickly cut off by a sharp kick in the ribs from Gerard boot. He screamed, tears streaming down his face as Gerard continued to beat him mercilessly. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt pressing Frank’s face against his. “You pathetic little shit! Thought I wouldn’t find out? Thought I wouldn't catch you in the act? Huh? Well?” Gerard shouted, spitting in his face as spoke.

He threw Frank on the floor, leaving him there as he walked into the kitchen to pour himself a stiff drink. Frank crawled into the corner of the living room, pulling his knees up to his chest as he sobbed quietly. He tried to tell him. He tried to make him see that it was all a mistake and that he loved him, he had always loved him. But he didn’t listen. He refused to listen. He raised his head and saw Gerard staggering back into the living room, a bottle of Jack Daniels in one hand and a glass in the other. “Looks like I won’t be needing this” He joked nomously, hurling the glass at Frank as he took a large swig from the bottle. It hit the wall, sending shards of glass also him, cutting into his bruised skin. “You know, you really are an ungrateful shit you know that?” Gerard slurred, collapsing onto the sofa as he took another swig from the bottle, the taste burning his throat but he didn’t care. He was hurting too much to care about a stupid drink.

”I thought you’d stopped drinking” Frank replied timidly, trying not to catch his eye. Gerard hesitated for a moment, smirking at him before taking another drink; his head was swimming. “Just the effect you have on me baby” He hissed. They sat in silence for a while, Frank not daring to move from his corner; he knew what Gerard was like drunk and it terrified him. He rested his against the wall, listening to Gerard drunkenly mumble on about something he had done. He pretended not to hear, he knew what he had done was wrong but it was because of him that had pushed him into the arms of someone else. “It’s like do you have any idea how much I’ve done for you to keep you safe? I loved you man, I would have done anything to protect you” Gerard groaned, Frank looked up and saw that he was actually crying.
Gerard dragged a hand down his face, tossing the empty bottle onto the floor as his head turned to face Frank. He stared at the man he loved, battered and bruised, curled up in the corner. He didn’t want to do this to him, but how could he do that to him? He thought he loved him, he said that he loved him! He watched as Frank scoffed at him, making his hands curl into fists. “Something funny?” He growled. Frank sighed, locking eyes with Gerard. He didn’t care anymore. He had given up. “Protect me? The man who beats me up wants to protect me?” Frank laughed, rubbing the back of his head. Gerard sat there, taken aback by this. He had never reacted like this before. Frank struggled to his feet, laughing as he dusted off the shards of glass. He rested against the wall as he gingerly placed a hand on his stomach to try and ease the pain; he was through being treated like a doormat. Gerard tried to stand but quickly fell back against the sofa, knocking his head against the wall as he stood. “What have you done to yourself? You want to protect me but you beat me and treat me like I’m nothing. You disappear in the middle of the night and make secretive phone calls... what’s going on with you?” He asked, wincing in pain as he spoke.

Gerard remained silent, turning his head away from Frank’s questioning gaze; guilt pained in his eyes. Frank sighed, limping out of the room. He couldn’t live like this anymore. “Everything I did, I did for you” Gerard said quietly, forcing Frank to turn around. He stood there leaning against the door, watching him intently. Gerard still refused to look at him, his eyes fixed on the world outside the glass doors leading to the balcony. “What’s that suppose to mean?” Frank questioned his voice harsh as he tried to get answers from him. He couldn’t leave without knowing what was going on; it would drive him insane otherwise. Gerard sniffed, shrugging as he curled up on the sofa. He couldn’t tell him what happened. If things weren’t already ruined between them then this would certainly kill them. Frank rubbed his temples impatiently; he didn’t have the patience for his shit anymore. Gerard sighed, closing his eyes as the world around him began to spin. “All I wanted to do was keep us safe. That’s all I wanted” He moaned, his lips trembling as he turned his head back towards Frank, his eyes bloodshot from the tears.

Frank’s eyes narrowed, something didn’t feel quite right. “What did you do Gee?” He asked coldly. Gerard cleared his throat, staggering to his feet as he walked unsteadily to the centre of the room, a sly grin creeping onto his face. “I made a deal with the devil” He sneered, grabbing hold of a chest of drawers to stop himself from falling. Frank stood there for a moment, unsure of what he was talking about... until it suddenly dawned on him. His eyes widened with horror as he realised what Gerard had done.

“It was you. You killed Pete” He cried, covering his mouth, feeling his heart beginning to break. Gerard laughed shaking his head. “I wanted to keep us safe Frank. I called up Jane after Patrick left and she agreed to leave us if I gave her Pete... I did this for you” He replied, his voice growing more and more threatening as he spoke. Frank backed away from the room; he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How could he do something like that! “You bastard! Pete was our friend you sick cunt” Frank screamed at him, rapidly walking into their bedroom. He pulled down a suitcase from the top of the wardrobe, shoving bundles of clothes into it as he prepared himself to leave.

“Where the hell are you goin? I did this for us Frank; I had to keep us safe!” He shouted from the other room. Frank could hear him staggering through the flat, trying to stop him from going. He couldn’t stay here, not anymore. He may have made a few mistakes and kissing Patrick was certainly one of them, but he would never sell off his friend to a fucking serial killer! He quickly zipped up the bag and forced his way through the flat, pushing past Gerard as he tried to grab hold of him. Gerard grabbed him arm, trying to pull him back but Frank shoved him off. “NO! Ok, you can’t do that to me anymore! We’re done Gee. I’m so fucking done with you” He shouted, opening the front door and slamming it shut, leaving Gerard a drunken mess and alone.

Notes

Is this truly the end of Frerard or will Frank find it in his heart to forgive him? Is there more to Gerard's behaviour than meets the eye? Find out next time! x

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