The Fantasy

For the third time that day- that long, long day- Frank reached into his jean pocket for his mobile phone.

He held the phone to his ear, pushing his way into a phone booth as the dial tone rang in his ear. He closed his eyes, please pick up the phone, please just pick up the damn phone Frank thought as he rubbed his temples impatiently. It had been almost two hours since he had walked out on Gerard and the guilt was finally getting to him. He knew he shouldn’t have left him that state, Gerard could be such as danger to himself when he hit rock bottom; Frank knew this more than anyone. The phone went to voicemail and Frank struggled not to break it in his hand. “For fuck sake Pat” He cried, thudding his head against the cold glass. He quickly moved back, wincing as a sharp pain rushed though his head.



He sighed, looking up and caught sight of his reflection; his eyes growing wide in horror.
Who is that?
One eye bruised and half closed


Who on earth is that?

Nose blackened and bloody, puffed to a grotesque size

Who on earth is that man with all the blood and the tear stained face looking like one of those helpless girls in the movies after they run frightened enough, mad enough or maybe just foolish enough to get away from the monster than terrified her.

Black hair that was a total mess of product and sweat

Frank who the fuck is that?


“Damn girl you look so fine” Frank joked, wanting his voice to come out tough and cynical. It started out that way but cracked. It wasn’t a tough voice. It was a scared voice. He knew it. Frank had been scared before and had always gotten over it. But this was different. This was much darker than anything he had ever experienced before. It would be a long time before he got over this.



Suddenly the phone began to vibrate in his hand and quickly answered it. “Hello?” He said quickly, his voice uneasy. “Frank is that you? What’s wrong I’ve got like 5 missed calls from you?” Patrick replied shakily. Frank sighed, all this effort trying to contact him and now he didn’t know what to say. “I...where are you we...I think it’s best if we talk in person?” Frank stammered, drumming his fingers against the cold class of the booth. “I’m out at the moment” Patrick replied. He opened his mouth to speak; his mind rushing from one thought to the next but was quickly interrupted.


“Listen we don’t have to go back to mine. How’s about we meet up near the churchyard cemetary?” Patrick added quietly. Frank cleared his throat, forcing a smile as he agreed to meet him; quickly hanging up.

*****
Patrick wandered up the path, the gravel crunching underneath his converse as he shoved his hands deeper into the pocket of his jacket. The wind around him growing still as the cold air gently swayed the trees that overlooked the old, hospital graveyard. He picked up the pace; he needed to be sure that Frank was ok, that the bad thoughts circling through his head wernt true. Patrick shuddered, he really didn’t want to think about that. He pushed open a black, rusting gate which squeaked on its hinges as walked inside the cemetery. The world around him was eerily silent except for his footsteps a he quickly walked down a row of tombstones, his heart pounding as he got closer to an empty bench. He stood by the bench, glancing at his watch before looking around the graveyard. He was late.

“I’m so glad you’re here” voice said softly from behind him. Patrick quickly turned round to find Frank leaning against a large angle statue. He stared at him, eyes widening in horror as he looked upon the bloodied mess of his former lovers face. “Oh my god what happened to you?” Patrick gasped as he saw the state of him. Frank said nothing, walking past him and sat down on the bench, holding his head in his hands; sighing deeply as he silently relived the horrifying moment over and over again in his head. “Gerard happened” He said bitterly. Patrick sat down beside him, unable to take his eyes off the bruises on his skin, the blood stains on his clothes. But it was his voice, the voice that was once happy and full of life, was now a tired voice of a man who had lost all hope.

It pained him to see him like this.

He sat up, sniffing as he guiltily thought of Gerard. He felt so wrong, like he was doing something terrible against him. He shrugged, gazing up at the sky as he remembered what happened before he left the apartment; he hadn’t changed. He was still the same old abusive Gerard that still thought he could get his own way, except this time was different. This time, he was lying to him. Making secret phone calls and disappearing during the night without telling him anything. He was sick of being treated like a doormat, like he was nothing.



Perhaps he had finally out grown him.

“I can’t do this anymore Pat, he just… I cant take it anymore!” He cried, his eyes filled with sadness as Patrick tried to catch his eye. He couldn’t bear to look at him. Not with these feelings and certainly not with the guilt that accompanied them. Suddenly, he felt a gentle hand touch his leg. He looked up and found himself gazing into Patrick’s murky green eyes, unable to stop the growing smile that was forming in the corners of his mouth. “It’s ok, I promise that whatever happens I’ll be here for you” Patrick replied, his soft voice echoing through Frank’s mind as he felt the feeling tug away at him. He stared into his friends eyes, unable to look away. His heart pounding as his cheeks flushed a bright red.



Patrick closed his eyes as Frank stared longingly at his lips, the temptation was too strong. Patrick edged closer to him, his arm wrapping around his friends waist. Frank’s heart skipped a beat; he hadn’t felt this way in months. He loved Gerard, at least he thought he did... and yet, those lips were all he wanted right now. He lifted a hand to Patrick’s chin, pulling him close as he pressed his lips firmly against his; running his fingers through his blonde hair as he kissed him harder, loving every moment of this. The guilt vanishing from his mind as all memory of Gerard, for a while, ceased to exist.
Patrick quickly pulled away from him, taking him by the hands; his face quickly changing into a serious expression as he stared into his eyes. “I love you Frank. I know you did something stupid but I forgive you. Please, leave him. Just, come with me, I know it’s mad and I know you’ll probably argue it but… jesus Frank look at the state of you! Promise me something? Promise me that you’ll meet me again tonight. Get your stuff together and I’ll pick you up from around the corner at 3AM. If you want to leave him then I’ll be waiting” He explained, kissing Frank on the cheek before walking out of the cemetery.

Frank hung back a bit, feeling his heart race in his chest. This was it.

He was finally going to leave Gerard.

He rose from his seat, walking towards the gate before pushing it open and wandering aimlessly onto the main street. He was so preoccupied in his own thoughts that he failed to notice an angry looking Gerard standing on the far side of the cemetery.

Notes

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