Take Me Away (Frerard)

I pull the Volvo into the street of my house, Gerard looking idly out of the window humming some tune I
don't know.

"Where are we going?" he asks suddenly.

"I have to go pick up a few things at my house." I explain and he nods.

I pull up in front of my house and stop the engine.

"I want you to wait here Gee, alright?" I ask him.

"Deal!" he agrees and smiles at me in the cutest way.

"Goddamn, stop it!" I laugh and pull him into a quick kiss.

"Just go Frankie, I wanna get out of here!" Gerard laughs back and I step out of the car.

I walk up the small walkway towards the front door. I then pull the spare key out from under the doormat
and unlock the front door.

"Fucking idiots." I curse under my breath as I hear the door unlock.

I saunter inside, not bothering to close the door behind me. I'd be out of here soon enough. My father is
sleeping, or more likely passed out, on the couch and my mother is nowhere to be seen. I sneak upstairs
to my room and close the door behind me. Walking over to my dresser, I open my sock draw and reach in
the back until I find a wad of cash folded up. Counting it in my head, I reach the concluded number of
$679. That should be enough for Gerard and I...at least for now. Before exiting my room I eye my
cellphone placed carefully on my bed. I grab it and hear a crash downstairs.

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?" my father screams and my mind suddenly races to Gerard.

I stumble down the stairs to see that I was, in fact, correct. Gerard is struggling against my father's firm
grip.

"F-Frankie! Help me!" he shouts and my father whips around until he faces me.

"Oh look who we have here! If it isn't my little slut of a son, walking around with this fag!" he sneers and
Gerard winces at the words.

"We're not fags!" Gerard protests and then my father slaps him.

"Shut the fuck up, you're probably a walking bag of STDs." he scoffs and I feel my face boil in rage.

"DON'T YOU EVER TALK TO MY BOYFRIEND LIKE THAT YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT!" I screech at
him and then lunge for his face.

He shoves me back, dropping his grasp on Gerard and punches me in the stomach.
"What did you call me you filthy fucking whore?" he screams, "I outa teach you a lesson boy!" and then he
sends a kick into my stomach.

I cower at the feet of my father as he sends blow after blow to my body. It's not until I hear a bang echo
through the house that I look up to see Gerard....holding a gun.

"What the fuck man? Where did you even find that?!?" I shout at him and he starts to shake.

"It...it was in the knife draw of the kitchen. I just thought...I didn't want..." he sobs.

"Gerard...Gerard, come here." I stand up and open my arms to him for a hug.

He cries into my shoulder and I rub his back comfortingly.

"Gee, we really need to go. My mom is gonna come home soon, and it's not going to be a pretty site." I
say and all he can do is nod.

I push away from Gerard and quickly run out of the house to the Volvo. I unlock the car and take my seat,
starting the engine. Gerard gets into the car and onto his seat.

"Where to now?" he asks and I shrug.

"Not sure." I sigh.

"Did you mean it?" he suddenly asks.

"Mean what?"

"Back there, you called me your boyfriend. Did you mean it?" he rephrases.

"Of course I did Gee. Only if you want me to though." I add and he nods.

"Of course I do!"

"Great!" I smile in spite of what just happened.

I sit silently in my seat thinking of all the possibilities of what I should do now.

"Let's go see your cousin." I finally say and Gerard just laughs.

*

Mikey opens the door slowly, eyeing both of us with caution.

"What do you want?" he questions.

"Let us in, quick!" I whisper frantically and he complies, stepping aside for us.

I stand in his house, making my way to the living room and sitting down on the couch. I pat the spot next
to me for Gerard and he follows me lead.

"Sure Frank, just make yourself at home!" Mikey says sarcastically, and I prop my feet up midair
pretending like there's a table there.

"I think I will! Thanks Mikes!" I laugh and he only rolls his eyes.

"I thought you guys were leaving town?" he raises an eyebrow.

"We were...but there was a bit of an issue." I sigh.

"What happened?"

"I shot someone." Gerard interjects and Mikey's eyes widen.

"What!" he exclaims, "No! Frank, we have to take him back! He's a danger! He's a hazard to us all!"

"It's not my fault!" Gerard scoffs, "Some man was trying to hurt my Frankie, so I had to step in."

"Fucking logic." I add in agreement and Mikey starts to panic.

"You're going to be all over the news! My life will be over! I'll go to jail if they find out that I helped you!" he
dry heaves.

"You won't go to jail! We just need a passage out of here." I say soothingly and Mikey calms down a bit.

"Just take the fucking car like I told you to an-"

"No, I mean that we need a plan of action. Where should we go?" I ask.

"Are we leaving the state?" Gerard butts in and I shake my head.

"I don't have enough money for that, at least not yet." I state.

"Get out of here and drive straight to Newark. It's far enough from Belleville that you should be safe for a
few days. Maybe earn some cash quickly and then get the hell out of here." Mikey offers as an idea.

"Sounds like a plan, Mikey." I agree and Gerard stays silent.

"Do you need anything before you go?" Mikey asks.

"Nope, Gerard?"

"I need to pee." he says flatly, "I was gonna go at Frank's but then...that all happened."

"Bathrooms upstairs, you can't miss it. Seriously." Mikey laughs and Gerard walks away.

"Do you love him?" Mikey asks quietly when Gerard walks away.

"I don't 'love' people Mikey. I just end up hurt, remember?" I retort.

"I wouldn't hurt you." Mikey mumbles.

"Not back to this again, please?"

"I know, but Gerard could really hurt you. He shot your father for god sakes."

"I know," I groan, "but I swear, he's really a good guy."

"Are you really going to run away with him?" he asks.

"Why not?"

"Dude, you're 17!" Mikey argues.

"So? He's only 20. It's not like a big deal or anything." I roll my eyes but Mikey doesn't seem convinced.

"Practically 21." he mutters.

"What?" I ask.

"His birthday is-"

"Mikey?" Gerard's voice comes drifting from upstairs.

"What?" Mikey calls back and Gerard comes into view.

"Why'd you lie?" he asks.

"Lie?" Mikey repeats.

"My baby brother Mikey. I knew I recognized you." Gerard says barely audible.

"G-Gerard, I just..." Mikey stutters in a panicking tone.

"Mikey. Mike-Mike, why didn't you tell me?" Gerard confronts.

"G-Get out of here." Mikey says forcefully.

"Mikey, he only wants to talk to yo-"

"Get the fuck out of my house!" he shouts and I scramble off the couch.

"Gerard, let's go." I say firmly.

Gerard's face drops and he begins to follow me outside.

"You never visited me like you promised Mikey." he whispers and Mikey stays silent.

"Gerard, let's go." I say again.

"Don't feel bad baby brother...Mom and Dad broke their promises too." Gerard says and then exits the
house, running to the car and slamming his door shut.

I walk slowly to the car, only to hear Mikey's sobs erupt from somewhere inside. I once again start the
engine, and drone out the muffled sobs as I drive away from my once safe haven.

"See, Mikey? I told you that falling in love will only hurt you in the end." I whisper to myself, "I warned
you."

The boy who had loved me was now, for once, alone.

Notes

HEY KILLJOYS!!! I'm so happy I finished this chapter in time to update it for you guys! The comments are amazing, and I love you all for them! *hugs and kisses*. So, please, keep commenting, subscribing, and voting! Let's get this rating back up to a 10.0! Stay beautiful, keep it ugly! <3

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