Follow My Voice

Frank's POV

I bit my tongue to keep from speaking, and Gerard seemed to enjoy the absence of my voice, and the complete silence surrounding it. He had a right to be upset, but this was child's play; he could just keep it to himself or learn to forgive. Then again, it's not like I did anything wrong, Gerard had no reason to forgive me and I had no reason to ask for forgiveness. It was Michael's life after all, not his own.

"Gerard, I don't want to be your enemy, I-I want to b-be your friend," I stuttered as I dragged my pencil across my paper. Gerard looked as if I had said the Nazi salute, and hissed loudly.

"Why in hell would I want you as a friend?" he spat, eyeing me with a deadly gaze.

"I m-may not be perfect, I-I'm far from p-perfect actually. But if y-you give me a chance, I could do something right," I pleaded, the palms of my hands flat against each other, practically praying. "Just give me a chance..."

"You are a waste of a life," Gerard muttered.

That really hurt, especially coming from someone I care about. "Gerard, I really want us to get along, okay? A-and I'm sorry if I upset you in any way."

He cringed. "Upset me? No, you enrage me," he stopped and looked me straight in the eye. "You are lower than dirt Iero, and that is exactly where you belong."

"Gerard..." This was getting out of hand.

"You seem stressed, why don't you slip into something more comfortable?" He gritted his teeth. "Like a coma."

" I know that you care about Mikey a lot, and I..." I couldn't finish that sentence.

"And you used him, you little fuck."

"Gerard, I have an explanation!" I cried.

"One that no one wants to hear," he got from his seat and walked away. Before disappearing out the door, he whispered loud enough so only I could hear. " I don't want to see you ever again, you hear that?"

I nodded slightly. This was going to be a long day.

Notes

new chapter c: title from a for all those sleeping song