Get Me The Hell Out Of Here (Frerard)

They were back.
Sitting in the backseat of his car as he carried Frank to the vehicle; Gerard almost yelled at them, almost. Instead he ignored them, hoping they would go away on their own, but every time he looked into his rearview mirror, they were still there. By the time he got to the motel, he was fed up.
Gerard turned around to face Bob and Lindsey, who were standing at the end of the hallway. “Would you two get out of here!” he hissed. Fuck it if Frank heard, he wasn’t dealing with this shit anymore.
Lindsey huffed and rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she stalked away. Bob, however, remained where he was, staring at Gerard with wide pleading eyes. ”Gee, please! I’m so-” “No Bob, I don’t want to hear your fucking excuses”
Gerard cut his friend off, turning around and storming into the motel room, slamming the door behind him. He walked over to the bed closest to the door, groaned, and threw himself down upon it, burying his face into the pillow. He just wanted the day to end.
“Gee, wh-who was…” Gerard half heartedly pulled himself up and Frank stopped. “What?” Maybe if he pretended it didn’t happen Frank would let it go. The teen was silent for a moment before responding. “Um… nothing. Never mind.”
Gerard shrugged feigning innocence. His face hit the pillow again. “I need some fucking coffee” He said.
With all the things that had been happening today he hadn’t had time to stop and get himself a cup. It was driving him insane.
Suddenly as he thought about what had happened that day, he tensed, the feeling of guilt and pain washing over him. Oh my god, he killed someone today, and not just anyone but his best fucking friend. And not even twenty four hours before, his own brother. His own flesh and blood. He was like one of those crazy people on those crime shows he used to watch in middle school.
“Did you pack any cloths for me?” Frank asked. Gerard didn’t trust his voice enough to answer, so he simply pointed at the suitcase he had brought in. He heard Frank going through it for a moment. “Gonna go take a shower he announced after a moment. Gerard didn’t answer.
The pillow was becoming wet with the tears that were spilling form his eyes, so he turned onto his side, away from Frank so the teen couldn’t see how upset he was. When Gerard heard the door close and the shower start, he let out a sob that he’d been holding in.
It was as if all the pain and anguish from the past two weeks, ever since he stopped taking his pills, were crashing on top of him like a wave. He wasn’t even sure what made him stop taking the pills. Sure Lindsey and Bob’s visits had been becoming less frequent since he started taking them, but it wasn’t like he didn’t like Lindsey and Bob. Or at least that was the case two weeks ago. Now he was feeling a little differently.
Seriously though, who the fuck convinced you to murder your kin, then your best friend, all while, in Lindsey’s case, trying to get you to kill someone you hardly knew?
Gerard raised a hand, to wipe some tears from his face, even though he knew there would be more coming.
That’s when he caught sight of his arm.
Gerard wasn’t sure when he took his jacket off or if he even had it when they left his house but it wasn’t covering his arm like it normally was and that’s what caught his attention.
That’s when he noticed the scars.
They were long faded, barely there, white lines, criss-crossing across his arm. He knew without looking that they were present on his other arm as well.
It had been so long.
Not since he was admitted to the hospital.
Gerard suddenly felt the overwhelming urge to feel the pain in a different way. He didn’t like mental pain, he preferred physical pain.
Before he knew it, Gerard was pulling the pocket knife from his back pocket, pulling himself up so he was sitting against the headboard and pressing the tip if the knife into the inside his forearm until the skin broke.
The small blossom of pain from the intrusion was enough to make Gerard gasp. He had forgotten how much this act hurt. But he did remember the relief that it brought. He kept going, dragging the blade across his skin. Blood started seeping through the cut. Gerard smiled.
He repeated the action once, twice, thrice. He was going for the fifth cut when Bob stopped him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching forward to grab Gerard’s hand and prying the knife out. He set it next to him. Gerard looked up his friend.
“I’m sorry” Bob repeated. Gerard sighed as another tear slid down his cheek. “How did she threaten you?” he asked. Bob bit his lip. “She said she would give you up to Better Living.” It took a moment for this statement to sink in. When it did the first thing Gerard felt was shock, which quickly turned to anger.
How could she? Had Lindsey lost all sense in morals? That corporation was the reason her and Bob were dead. Could Gerard even trust Lindsay anymore?
“She convinced me to kill Ray” he mumbled. Bob nodded. “Wh- why is she doing this?” The tears had stopped now. Gerard wasn’t really angry now, more like hurt. “She was jealous of Mikey” Bob explains wringing his hands in his lap. Gerard suspected that Lindsey didn’t want him to know this information.
“She wants you pay more attention to her so she’s having you get rid of everyone in her way.” Gerard looked down at the motel sheets. They had a few small splatters of blood on them. “That’s why she hates Frank so much” Bob mumbled.
Gerard knew he was right. From the minute he saw Frank, Lindsey had been urging him to get rid of the teen. He remembered how he blacked out holding the handgun that he carried around to Frank’s head in desperation, how he came back and ray was dead, Gerard pointing the still smoking gun at him. All he could remember was Lindsey telling him to pull the trigger. What if that happened again and Frank was on the receiving end of the gun.
“I don’t want to hurt Frank” Gerard confessed.
He was confused. How and why was this kid he just met having this effect on him? Like it wasn’t that he didn’t want anyone else to get hurt, although that was true, but he didn’t want Frank to get hurt. Gerard was almost willing to bet that he’s hurt someone to protect Frank. It was almost like he cared for the teen. But-
“It’s because you like him Gee” Bob said out of nowhere. “What?” Gerard looked up his friend surprised. Had Bob been like reading his mind? Could Bob read his mind? Holy mother fucking shit!
“Gee, come on I know you. I can tell when you like someone,” This was true as bob had done it before. Of course that one time resulted in Gerard getting his head shoved down the table by the football captain. How were they supposed to know that Kat was dating him?
But this was Frank, a guy, and under-aged guy that he met fucking yesterday over his brother’s dead body. Sure he was going to be eighteen in a week and a half, but would they even last that long? Nothing had been going to plan up until that point. For all he knew, the news could have already gotten to Chicago and Patrick and Joe would just call the cops on him the second he showed up at their doorstep.
“Gerard, trust me on this” Bob pleaded, placing a hand on Gerard’s knee. The sudden protectiveness of the teen, the weird caring and occasional lustful thoughts about him, and okay, yeah, Frank was hot. Gerard knew that Bob was once again, correct.
Right then he heard the shower shut off. Gerard looked toward the bathroom door and began to panic. “I have to go” Bob said suddenly. “Bob wait-” Gerard looked back to see his friend was already gone.
Well fuck. Now what was he supposed to do? Frank was going to come out and see Gerard’s cuts; see how fucking unstable he was. Of course he probably wouldn’t even care considering he had kidnapped him, held a loaded gun to his head, and then shot and killed someone right in front of him. Damn, if Gerard was in Frank’s shoes, he sure as hell wouldn’t care if some weird guy who kidnapped him was close to slitting his wrists. In fact, Gerard wouldn’t be surprised if Frank actually did encourage him to do just that. He didn’t even know where his jacket was.
Fuck.
The door to the bathroom opened and Gerard jumped. Frank walked out wearing an old pair of his pajamas. They were a little to big on him and it was actually kind of adorable. The teen walked to the suitcase across from Gerard’s bed and kneeled down, opening it. He searched through it for a minute before looking back up at Gerard. “Hey, where’s the tooth-” Frank stopped, staring wide eyed at Gerard’s slashed up arm, then looking toward the edge of the bed to see the bloodied pocket knife.
“Ja- Gerard…” Frank mumbled, standing up and stepping forward and grabbing Gerard’s arm in his hands. The blood had congealed but there was still a great deal of it drying on his arms. Frank looked scared and hurt and maybe even a little green in the face.
“Frank, are you okay?” Frank looked up at him seriously. “Are you?” Gerard stared at the teen helplessly until he backed off and dropped his kidnapper’s arm, and walked to the sink. Gerard heard the sink run for a second before Frank turned around holding a damp washcloth. He walked back over to the older man and placed the cold cloth against Gerard’s skin.
Gerard winced as Frank cleaned the blood off his skin. It stung like hell and he was pretty sure on of the cuts reopened. Frank didn’t meet Gerard’s eyes once.
Finally after what seemed like ten minutes, the teen stopped. He took and placed the wash cloth in the sink. He walked over to the light switch by the door and turned the light off. ”Go to sleep” Frank said in a voice so small and quiet, Gerard almost didn’t catch it. It was pitch black but after a second he heard Frank crawling into the other bed.
Sleep, thankfully, came quickly. Honestly Gerard was fucking exhausted after everything that had happened that day. In a matter of seconds after getting under the covers, his eyes fluttered shut and he passed out.

Notes

Ayy I'm going back to Florida today... and I have school the next day. What the fuck? Can I at least get a day to like reset??? FUUUUUUUUHK.
Man this chapter sucked dick. I'm sorry, I was rushing to finish it and well yeah....
Oh I found my person to do that co-write thing with me btw
See y'all on the flip side

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