The Fantasy

The police station was surprisingly busy this afternoon, the bustle of police officers and office clerks passed through the waiting room; some with offenders others with stacks of paper. Frank payed no attention to these sights as he sat nervously in the waiting room, his head hung low as he fiddled with the cuff of his hoody. He didn’t want to be here, police stations made him feel uneasy. Mikey had been in the interrogation room for at least an hour now and the thought of going in there terrified him. “Just be honest with them, they only want to help you” Mikey’s words echoed through his mind, as though to try and offer him some form of comfort. He knew he was right in coming to the police station. He knew that he was doing right thing in reporting what Gerard had done, but at the same time, he couldn’t bring himself to tell the police what had happened. He still loved him, perhaps more than anyone ever did.

He couldn’t just hand him over, who would he have then?

He couldn’t be without him, he was nothing with out him.

The waiting room was surprisingly warm, judging by the murky weather outside, he had expected it to be colder. “Stupid thing” a voice said quietly, which was quickly followed by a loud thud. He glanced up from the ground and saw a young brown haired man trying to open the window. He raised an eyebrow. “Need a hand?” He asked politely, watching him struggle to push the window open. He looked back at him, offering him an embarrassed smile as he silently accepted his help. Frank stood up, wrapping his hand around the black handle of the window and pushed it outwards; the cool breeze which wafted through the small opening was almost heavenly.

They sat back in their seats, the man’s cheeks flushing a hot red as he pushed his hair back with his hand. “I’m so sorry, that’s so embarrassing” he said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. Frank shook his head, smiling back at him. “Its fine, we’ve all done it” He replied, swallowing a lump in his throat as he stared up at the clock. Any minuet now, the detective would call him in and he would have to tell them everything. The man beside him shrugged in agreement, looked around the window as if he too was looking for a way out. They sat in silence for the most part, Frank occasionally eyeing the man next to him. There was no denying that he was gorgeous with mousy brown hair and piercing blue eyes as deep as the ocean itself. His skin was pale, wearing large black glasses upon his somehow familiar, face.

“So what are you in here for?” The man said suddenly, breaking the silence and the thoughts which clouded Frank’s mind. “Sorry?” He questioned, his eyes refocusing upon his glowing face. He was staring at him intently, a small grin spreading across his lips. “What did you do to end up in here?” He replied beckoning at the group of police officers huddled around the reception booth. Frank felt his cheeks burn red as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat; laughing quietly to himself. He had been so focused on his appearance that he had failed to hear a word he had just said. “Erm, I’m waiting for a friend” Frank said nervously, his eyes shooting back down to the ground as soon as the words escaped his mouth. The man sighed, running his fingers through his fringe. “Well that’s a better reason than mine. Me and my friend Chloe got caught stealing watermelons” he groaned, eyeing the clock as he spoke. Frank smirked, covering his mouth to hide the laughter that was trying to escape from him. “Watermelons? Why the fuck were you stealing watermelons?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at the man beside him. The man laughed, sitting back in his seat as he kept his eyes fixed on Frank. “Well, Chloe thought it would be a good idea to bunk off school and prank the checkout girl. So she stuffed it up her jumper and right before she left, I accidentally tripped her up and she fell flat on her face. Cut a long story short, everyone freaked out and me and Chloe were arrested for disturbing the peace” He explained.

Frank burst into hysterics. This guy is so weird he thought, feeling a lot more relaxed about the situation he was in. They sat there for a while, laughing until tears ran down their aching jaws, blissfully unaware of the staring and scornful looks from the surrounding police officers and offenders. As the laughter died down, Frank found himself unable to take his eyes off the beautiful stranger. He felt guilty for acting like this around him, of course he was in love with Gerard, he always had been, but she was intoxicating and interesting too. “What school do you go to?” Frank asked, feeling eager to know more about the man beside him. He looked familiar, maybe they went to the same school. The man snapped his fingers, as though he had come up with a genius idea. “I thought I recognised you! I go to Birchwood sixth form, your the kid who was always in the art department right?” the man exclaimed, his eyes lighting up at this revelation. Frank’s smile slowly faded, he didn’t want to think about that anymore; he just wanted it to be over with.

The man opened his mouth to speak but was quickly interrupted by a woman in a brown suit. “Patrick Stump, we’re ready for you now” The woman ordered, her face was a picture of impatience; she clearly had no time for the childish antics of students. Patrick nodded, rising up from his seat and walking away. As he left, he glanced back at Frank, smiling sweetly as him. “I’ll see you around” Patrick called out. Frank nodded, he had now stopped listening to Patrick as his mind wandered back to the nightmarish thoughts he hoped he had, for a moment at least, forgotten about. Frank glanced at the clock, 6:15. He knew he had some time to kill, but that didn’t help his nerves. He glanced around the room, suddenly craving a cigarette. As he was led away, Patrick glanced back, catching Frank’s eye and offered him a sympathetic smile; easing the worry that clouded Frank’s heart.

He sat there alone in the reception with only his thoughts for company. Tears pricked in his eyes as the memories of him and Gerard plagued through his thoughts. There were good times, he couldn’t deny that. He loved him so much and, when he was having a good day, he was the sweetest, kindest man he had ever met. Perhaps this was a mistake. Maybe I should defend Gerard. He does love me, he just needs help Frank thought timidly. But as these thought’s began to cloud his judgement, Patrick’s face began to enter his mind, making him blush. It was in that moment that something inside him snapped. That was the first time in a long time that he had been able to have a conversation without worrying what would happen if Gerard found out. That was the first time in a long time he had been able to find something funny and laugh without being told to.

That was the first time in a long time he felt normal.

Frank’s eyes widened in horror as he realised just how much of a monster Gerard was. His mother, his poor mother, was rotting in a Jail Cell because of him. He had bruises and scars all over his body because of him. He was raped because of him. What am I doing? He thought, feeling as though he had broken free of the trance Mr Gerard Way had placed him in. He rose from his seat, striding over to the receptionist who offered him a PR smile as he approached. “Can I help you Mr Iero?” She asked sweetly, the voice was false and Frank knew it. But he didn’t care for her attitude, right now, he had to do what was right. Mikey was right all along, if only he had seen it sooner. He cleared his throat, taking a deep breath before revealing the horrifying truth to the receptionist.

“Its about Gerard Way. He’s been been beating me for months, he made me lie to the police when they came round, he has kept me locked up for days without food or water, he…. he raped me and I’m scared on what will happen to me if nothing is done about him”

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