I'm Okay. Trust Me

Frank's POV

I woke to find myself strapped to a chair in a pitch black room with only a dimly lit light bulb hanging above my head. I looked down to find Gerard laying motionless at my feet. I strained against the thick straps that held me to the chair, but it was useless.

“Gerard!” I shouted, trying to wake him.
He didn't move.
“Gerard!” I shouted again, louder this time.
He still didn't move.

I heard footsteps approaching, but couldn't see anything because the rest of the room was so dark. Panic and fear rose inside me. I strained against the straps again, but they were too strong. The footsteps grew closer.
Suddenly, a faceless monster calmly walked out of the shadows. It held a belt with a metal buckle that gleamed when the dim light hit it. The smell of alcohol grew stronger and stronger as the horrifying creature walked closer.

It wasted no time. It raised the belt above its head and whipped it down on Gerard who still lay unconscious on the floor.

I screamed.

I couldn't do anything, but scream. I watched in agony as the monster snapped the belt against Gerard's skin. I sound of the buckle hitting his body made me cringe. Soon their were gashes on Gerard's arms and face, blood dripping out of them.
I screamed. I sobbed. I struggled against the straps, but I couldn't do anything.

I. Couldn't. Do. Anything.


Gerard's POV

Frank's screaming woke me up. I jumped off the floor and ran to the side of the bed he was sleeping on.

“Frank! Frank, wake up!” his eyes shot open, staring at me in terror. He flung himself at me, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me down, causing me to fall on top of him.
I pushed myself up so I could look at him. His cheeks were stained with tears, his skin dripping with sweat, his small body shaking as he sobbed quietly. I felt like my heart was breaking.
“Frankie, look at me, it's okay. You were dreaming” I tried my best to keep my mouth steady, though my lower lip was quivering, causing my voice to sound shaky and unsure.

But I was.

I didn't know what to do. I felt so much pain seeing Frank like this. Terrified, whimpering, hurt.
This was the second time Frank had woken up me up with his cries. Being that he's only stayed the night at my house two times, I figured he suffered my nightmares regularly. But about what? Obviously something deep and dark because of the way he acted
when I asked him about his dream last time.

I looked down at Frank. He's crying had subsided a little bit and he was calming down. I slipped into bed next to time and wrapped my arm around his slender waist. His hand aggressively gripped mine like his life depended on it.

I can't let Frank go on like this. I care about him too much. I have to help him. I need to help him.

Notes

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