For the third time that day- that long, long day- Frank reached into his jean pocket for his mobile phone.

He held the phone to his ear, pushing his way into a phone booth as the dial tone rang in his ear. He closed his eyes, please pick up the phone, please just pick up the damn phone Frank thought as he rubbed his temples impatiently. It had been almost two hours since he had walked out on Gerard and the guilt was finally getting to him. He knew he shouldn’t have left him that state, Gerard could be such as danger to himself when he hit rock bottom; Frank knew this more than anyone. The phone went to voicemail and Frank struggled not to break it in his hand. “For fuck sake Pat” He cried, thudding his head against the cold glass. He quickly moved back, wincing as a sharp pain rushed though his head.

He sighed, looking up and caught sight of his reflection; his eyes growing wide in horror.
Who is that?
One eye bruised and half closed
Who on earth is that?
Nose blackened and bloody, puffed to a grotesque size
Who on earth is that man with all the blood and the tear stained face looking like one of those helpless girls in the movies after they run frightened enough, mad enough or maybe just foolish enough to get away from the monster than terrified her.
Black hair that was a total mess of product and sweat
Frank who the fuck is that?
“Damn girl you look so fine” Frank joked, wanting his voice to come out tough and cynical. It started out that way but cracked. It wasn’t a tough voice. It was a scared voice. He knew it. Frank had been scared before and had always gotten over it. But this was different. This was much darker than anything he had ever experienced before. It would be a long time before he got over this.

Suddenly the phone began to vibrate in his hand and quickly answered it. “Hello?” He said quickly, his voice uneasy. “Frank is that you? What’s wrong I’ve got like 5 missed calls from you?” Patrick replied shakily. Frank sighed, all this effort trying to contact him and now he didn’t know what to say. “I...where are you we...I think it’s best if we talk in person?” Frank stammered, drumming his fingers against the cold class of the booth. “I’m at home, DCI Tyler said they were finished at the house” Patrick replied. He opened his mouth to speak; his mind rushing from one thought to the next but was quickly interrupted.
“Listen can we talk here, its dark out and I don’t want to be here alone” Patrick added quietly. Frank cleared his throat, forcing a smile as he agreed to meet him; quickly hanging up.

******
Patrick sat on his bed, his eyes fixed on his bedroom door as he clung onto the baseball bat. The bedroom door was locked tight and barricaded. He backed against his bed, looking down at the picture of him and Pete; tears welling in his eyes as his mind wandered back to him. Every stupid conversation, every fight, every kiss, every touch suddenly came flooding back and it hurt. He missed him. He couldn’t live with himself if anything had happened to him.

A loud knock suddenly came from the window. Patrick jumped from his bed, armed with the baseball bat and slowly walked over to the window. A thin smile crept onto his face as he saw Frank struggling to cling onto the window ledge. “Pat for Christ sake let me in!” Frank cried. Patrick dropped the bat, unlocking the window and quickly pulling Frank inside. “Oh my god what happened to you?” Patrick gasped as he saw the state of him. Frank said nothing. He lied on the floor, staring up at the ceiling as Patrick picked up the bat and nervously sat on the edge of his bed. There was a moment of silence. Frank gazed over to Patrick unsure of what to say. He had never seen him like this before; so frightened and childlike. “Thanks for coming over” Patrick said quietly, his eyes following Frank as he began to walk around the room. “It’s fine, not like I had plans” He muttered, eying the bag by the window. Patrick followed his gaze, his eyes growing wide with realisation before snapping his head back towards him. “You left him? Jesus Christ Frank I’m so sorry” Patrick cried, his face crumbling as he felt guilt rise in his chest. Frank held up his hands, smiling softly to try and offer his friend some form of comfort; god knows he needed it.

“It wasn’t your fault” He replied, hanging his head in shame. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t tell him what happened it was just... it was awful! “Is it because of... you know?” Patrick asked pointing to his face. Frank laughed, shaking his head as he sat down next to him. “No, no it’s not that, believe me if it was I would have left him years ago” Frank said flashing Patrick a lopsided grin. Patrick offered him a weak smile. He knew Gerard had been violent in the past but he thought he was over that now. God if he had known that he was still like that he would never have kissed him. “Where is he now?” he asked uncertainly. Frank stared down at the floor, overcome with guilt. “Probably passed out on the floor” He shrugged, sighing to himself as he spoke. He felt a hand on his leg. He looked up and saw Patrick staring sympathetically into his eyes. “It’ll be ok Frank, you can stay here as long as you like. Plus you’ll be doing me a favour too” Patrick giggled, making Frank smile.

They pulled each other into a hug. For the first time in a long time, the boys finally felt safe. For a moment, they didn’t fear the outside world. They didn’t worry about the woman hiding out there somewhere in the dark. In each other’s arms, they felt protected.

Frank pulled away, the smile quickly fading as he took a deep breath; it was now or never. He held Patrick in his arms and slowly began to explain what happened. Patrick sat there for a while, his grip tightening on his friend’s arms as tears began to fall from his eyes. After he had finished talking, they sat in a long and awkward silence. “Pat say something” Frank whimpered his lip trembling as Patrick wiped away the tears with his sleeve. “No, he wouldn’t do that. Frank he wouldn’t do that to us... to me. We’re his friends...” Patrick stammered in disbelief as he finally broke down. He had never felt so betrayed before, how could he do something so evil? Frank wrapped his arms around him, pulling his head into his chest as his friend sobbed loudly into his shirt. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry” He soothed.

Patrick sat there for a while, sobbing into his friend’s chest; refusing to listen as he desperately tried to comfort him. His heart was breaking. What did Pete ever do to him to deserve this? Frank cupped his face, forcing him to meet his eye. “Listen to me, listen! You have to stay strong ok. We’ll get him back. I promise you, we will get him back” Frank urged, kissing him on the forehead as he tried to calm him down.

A loud knock came from the front door. Their heads snapped towards the bedroom door, Patrick’s shaking hands gripping tightly onto Frank as fear began to course through his veins. Frank stood up and slowly walked towards the door. “Frank what are you doing?” Patrick whispered agitatedly, biting the nails on his left hand as he watched his friend move the barricade and open the door. He glanced back at Patrick, smiling one last time before heading down the corridor, closing the door behind him.

As he made his way through the house, he realised just how much of a mess it truly was. Deep scratches were engraved within the walls, replacing the broken pictures which lay in shards upon the ground. He quickly walked down the stairs and stood behind the front door. Another knock game from the door. “Who is it? He called out. “It’s DCI Tyler, I need to speak to you urgently” A voice replied. Frank looked through the eye hole in the door and found himself looking at a young blonde haired police officer. He sighed with relief and quickly opened the door.

“Officer thank god your hear” He said happily. The woman said nothing, a twisted grin growing on her face as she reached for her truncheon; cocking her head to the side. “Hello Frank” She sneered, hitting him hard around the head with the long metal rod. Frank fell to the floor, blood pouring from his head as his vision began to blur. She knelt down beside him, stroking his face. “Let’s play a game...” She said innocently before hitting him again; knocking him unconscious.

Notes

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