You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison

When I wake, my wrists are sore. Very. Blackened and broken skin gives me a new tattoo, winding its way around my wrists. I look at my chest; the usual white is seeped in blood and I don't recall if it's only my own staining the shirt. Another shade of red ruins the blandness of the room. A few strands delicately outline this traitor's face. I look at his vulnerable, delicate eyes sewn together with sleep, his slightly parted lips. I could kill him. I will always kill a liar.
But now is not the time as he feels me stirring and he sits up faster than I ever can in a morning. He stretches and rubs his eyes, blocking the punch before I consciously throw it. I wince at the pressure on my wrist, and he slides his hand to hold mine, rubbing my hand between his thumb and forefinger.
"Don't you want me to explain before you attack me?"
I swallow the lump in my throat that is forming more often than not these days and nod.
"Cain-"
"That evil cunt who killed my girlfriend, do you mean?" I try and pull out of Gerard's grasp exasperatedly, and fail miserably.
"Cain was your friend growing up. You can't remember him because-" He takes a deep breath then continues, his voice steady "-because you suffered a traumatic event when you were a child, Frank. Cain hit the attacker of your...cousin. You were young, and didn't wish to remember, so you didn't, okay? Cain wasn't allowed to be around you anymore, he got very violent and dangerous." He releases me and stands.
"I wouldn't just forget a friend, or a cousin." My voice shakes with anger, with the threat of tears.
"Do you think I'm lying? Do you think I'd have the audacity to lie to a man who considers killing me and can quite easily do so?"
I look down at my crossed legs.
"I don't wanna kill you."
"No? You were exceptionally powerful yesterday, Mr. Iero, and I no longer have faith in that statement."
I look up at him, hurt. And I see it, too. I see the fear in his eyes, expertly hidden.
"Mr. Iero?"
"That's your name, and as my client, I owe you certain respects."
"I'm just a client?"
"That's all you've ever been."
Tears of a new kind fall now. They slide from my eyes without anger or hatred or illustration. They just drip and I know that he's not lying. I feel hollow. I feel like I've lost someone I love. And when he walks out the room, they come and they don't stop. My throat is raw and I just cry slow sad tears, wailing into my pillow.

Notes

Hi guys.
It's exceptionally short, considering it's been a few days since an update. To be honest, my mental health isn't great. It hasn't been for a while and it's getting the way it was 6 months ago - I'm just not in a good place at the moment and by the time I've been thinking about updating I've just been too burnt out to bother.
I really, really love the whole concept but I feel as if I've let you down; I haven't told the story half as well as it justifies and I'm just sorry for doing a crap job.
Obviously I have more ideas to finish this, but it depends if you want to read it I guess.
Please tell me what you want to happen because I will just leave it as it stands if no one wants progression.
Love always
emxo