The Only Hope For You Is Me

*Franks POV*
I woke up and did my morning routine. This was the seventh day of me being separated from Gerard. While waiting for the guy from the crew to allow us to go to have breakfast, I punched my pillow, trying to release the pain and anger. Tears started to stream down my face, again. At first the people in my room had offered me help when I had cried, but it had happened so often that they decided to stop.
“Breakfast time!”
I walked to the hall and sat down next to Ann. I had been sitting with her in the last few days, but we never talked much. I was really grateful for it. After breakfast I went to the chickens and in the afternoon I had to take care of the cows. After a silent dinner I went straight to bed. I tried to distract myself with my books, but even they reminded me of Gerard. I cried myself to sleep, just like every evening since fucking Polanco proved to be even a bigger asshole than expected.
The next morning something was wrong. When I emerged from the bathroom, this one kid told me to sit on my bed and keep quiet. I didn’t mind so I followed his orders.
After about ten minutes after the crew member should have told us to go to breakfast, everybody in the room was discussing what was going out. The kid from before peeked his head out of the room.
“Okay, listen up”, he told us. “There is this guy from another house, he somehow managed to do something with the crew, and we are supposed to go to the crew building right now. I’m not completely certain what is going on.”
“Who is that guy?”, somebody asked.
“I don’t know.”

Notes

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