Gerard's POV

But I'm not brave, at all. I'm merely a thin twig of existence, and I couldn't do anything risky. Instead of going all "hero" on the situation, I pulled up Frank's information and address from inside my computer's files before calling the police. I asked them to investigate the Iero household, and with that, I decided to go too. After the police found Frank and whatever evil was in that house, I could pick up Frank and we would have nothing to worry about.

Calling in a substitute, I rushed to my car with silvery keys, starting the engine. I watched as the exhaust exited my car in fumes, satisfied before I hit my foot hard on the pedal.

I wonder what's in that house that hurts Frank whenever he visits. I bet it's his dog or something, it couldn't be his parents. His mom was very nice and his dad...well, in Frank's papers, his father had served in the firehouse. And, evidently, his father did not return. Once I had asked about his dad, and Frank had said, "requiescat in pache" or something. Wait. I know my Latin roots.

It means rest in peace.

I never understood what it was meant to lose a family member. Probably because I was too young to experience my own losses. My ma passed from cancer, my dad got shot in a robbery when I was really young, so I wouldn't remember them. Frank would remember. This happened to Frank in his teenage years. He would remember all of this.

Without a second to spare, I parked by the police car in the home's lot. Stepping outside, I confronted an officer clueless. "H-have you seen a teenager, real short?"

"No, sir. We did find violators of the laws though. Drug addicts, illegal substances, abuse. If you see that teenager you're talking about, you tell me. Alright?"

"Will do," I replied. My phone buzzed, and I reached for it hesitantly.

"Gerard..." it spoke. It was Frank.

"Frank! Pumpkin, I'm right outside your house, a-and we'll go home and we'll sort this all out. We'll drink some coffee and anything you'd like. Anything for my favorite little guy. A-and maybe we'll watch some movies and talk and see each other and I really miss you...and, well, just tell me where you are. Then we can leave and then meet again, honey. Did I say I really miss you, cause I really do, sugar. You mean the world to me, and I just need you to tell me where you are. Then we'll get in my car, and we'll do something real nice. I promise, sweetheart," I rambled.

"But I don't want to tell you where I am."

Notes

new chapter c:

I think I've apologized before, but sorry if the initial ending is terrible. I used to have hair as long as Gee's danger days cut, but recently I've cut it off to something similar to his black parade cut (which is awesome!) But when I went to school, people asked me if I was lesbian or a guy and also called me a lesbian even though I'm not. Agh, do girls with short hairstyles generally look like lesbians? -_- agh sorry bout that.