The Fantasy

Patrick paced up and down the room, dressed smartly in his wedding suit while Mikey and Caterina watched him with worried eyes. “No, no this isn’t possible” Patrick muttered, tears stung in his eyes as he kept his gaze fixed to the ground. He couldn’t believe this had happened. Frank wouldn’t have just left him like that surely? They were getting married today, about to start a brand new life together; heck there was even talk of children. This wasn’t happening.

He couldn’t have left him for that psycho

Mikey sighed, slowly rising up from the sofa. “Pat stop” he said, placing his hands on Patrick’s shoulders, stopping him in his tracks. He looked into his eyes, a heavy guilt weighing in his chest. He knew this day would come. When it came to Gerard, it was like Frank couldn’t say no; as though he knew the right words, the right touch which would immediately send him running back. “He’s gone. I’m so sorry but… I don’t think he’s coming back this time” he said sadly. Patrick flashed him an angry expression, a tear trailing down his cheek as he tore himself away from Mikey’s grasp and left the building; ignoring the passing glances and calls of his family and friends as he headed towards the car. He had to put a stop to this, no matter what.

He loved him too much to see him get hurt.

****

Six Week’s After The Wedding

Frank gazed out of the window; his mind wandering from one thought to the next as he mindlessly stirred the food in the pot. He couldn’t help but think about Patrick, how he had just left him like that. It wasn’t the first time he had screwed someone over because of Gerard, but this time, it was different. This time, he didn’t just feel guilty; he felt something he hadn’t felt in a long time. An emotion he couldn’t quite identify.

Regret? The voice inside his head asked.

He shook his head, trying to rid himself of the voice inside his head, the one that had taunted him ever since he had arrived at Gerard’s flat. Of course he didn’t regret his decision. Everything was different now; Gerard was a changed man, he hardly ever lost his temper anymore. In that moment, a loud beep tore through Frank’s thoughts, startling him. He turned around to see Gerard’s phone on the table. Curious, he turned down the stove, making sure the food was ok before picking up the phone. As his eyes scanned over the message, he felt his eyes grow wide in shock as he lent against the counter for support. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was a message from a man named Ryan.

Hey Gee, it was great seeing you today! Probably the best sex I’ve ever had haha
call me x

He continued to look through the phone, feeling his heartbreak at every message.

Hi Honey, are you coming round today?

Hey baby sorry I couldn’t make today, really enjoyed last weekend though… we were so loud I had the neighbors knocking!

Aww, I love you too Gee-Gee

I know your not ready to move in yet, but I just thought that seeing as we’ve been together for years we should really make a go of it this time. Especially now you’re out of prison….

Frank slammed his fist against the table, struggling to hold himself together. He was cheating on him? How could he do this? Holding back the tears, Frank strode into the living room, holding the phone behind his back as he stared down at Gerard who was sat on the sofa watching TV. “Who’s Ryan?” He demanded, trying to make his voice sound tough but instead it came out wobbly and pathetic-sounding. Gerard slowly turn his head to face him, a callous look plastered upon his face.

“He’s no one sweetie” Gerard said his sweet, innocent voice sounding somewhat cold in Frank’s ears. He clenched his fists, hurling the phone and hitting Gerard square in the chest with it. “So why are you fucking him” He yelled, feeling a tear trickle down his cheek. Gerard sighed, rubbing the back of his head with his hand as he glanced down at the ground, a look of sorrow on his face as he kept his eyes fixed to the floor. “You’re sick you know that” He said irritably, looking back at Frank wearily.

Frank stared at him in disbelief. He was sick? He had to be joking. He had left his fiancé for him, abandoned his home, his life, his friends for him and yet he was the one in the wrong. “I…I’m sick” Frank whispered, wiping away the tears. Gerard shook his head. “I’m getting so tired of your shit Frank”

“NO don’t change the subject…”

“I do everything for you” Gerard continued, sounding more tired with every word.

“It’s not about that…” Frank protested.

“DO I NOT DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU” Gerard yelled, his eyes fixed dangerously on Frank. He shrank back slightly, suddenly feeling nervous around him; a feeling he had not felt in a long time. “Yeah” He whispered quietly, his lip quivering as he shamefully looked away from him. Gerard did do everything for him. Since he no longer had a job, Gerard worked for hours in the music shop trying to earn money to pay the bills, to put food on the table, to give him the things he deserved. Gerard took a deep breath, relaxing his angered face as he gestured at the sofa. “Sit down… come on baby sit down” He said softly, moving over as Frank took a seat beside him who continued at the phone in his hand.

“Do I give you money? Frankie do I give you money? Yeah, look I buy you things, I drive you around I treat you like a princess. And what do you do? You accuse me. You accuse me; this could have been anything. Anything and how do you think that makes me feel? You think that makes me feel good? Cause it doesn’t make me feel good. I don’t understand… why you keep doing this to me. I don’t understand why you keep doing it to yourself...”

Frank’s said nothing, channeling out Gerard’s voice as he stared vacantly at the picture of them on the mantle. It was an old picture back when Frank was in High School. This dark hair hung over his smiling face as Gerard wrapped his arms around his waist, kissing his cheek as he took the picture. A tear trailed down his cheek as Gerard continued to speak, his words, his soft, kind words, cutting like a knife. He couldn’t take it anymore.

“….Frank, I love you. I love you” Gerard said quietly, taking him by the hand and kissing him on the cheek. Frank’s face remained emotionless, his eyes still fixed upon the picture, that sweet picture which represented nothing but a web of lies and deceit. All he wanted to do was scream. Scream and run from this place. How could he have come back, how could he have let him get inside his head again.

But where could he go?

This time, he had no one.

“I… I’m sorry I…” Frank said, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the whole situation. Gerard cocked his head to the side, stroking Frank’s cheek. “Is this about your weight? Cause, if its making you that… that insecure, well, then you should really do something about it… yeah?” He said. Frank said nothing, staring at the man before him in disbelief. He couldn’t quite comprehend what he was saying. Maybe it was him. He hadn’t realized how much weight he had gained…. Perhaps that’s why Gerard felt the need to sleep with other men. Because he was so fat and disgusting. Gerard offered him a sympathetic smile, kissing him on the cheek before walking out of the room; leaving Frank feeling more alone and confused than ever.

Notes

Sorry this chapter is so shit :/

It's getting closer to the end, do you think there will ever be a happy ending for Frank?
Let me know what you think in the comments x

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