The Fantasy

He left the graveyard that evening and quickly made his way back to the apartment. Once inside, Frank walked inside their bedroom and grabbed his suitcase down from the top of the wardrobe; frantically searching the room for clothes and stuffing them into the suitcase. Excitement slowly rose in his chest as he zipped up the bulging bag and hit it under his bed. This is it. Your finally going to be rid of him forever. He thought happily, biting his lip to suppress the smile that was forming on his lips. This is really happening. His mind continued to tell him as he glanced up at the clock, showing the time of 10:30.

In a few hours, he would be free and Gerard would be nothing but a bad memory.

He clicked off the light and stripped off his clothes, lying between the cool sheets of his and Gerard’s bed as he closed his eyes. Quietly smiling to himself as a feeling of happiness began to fill up in his chest.

The nightmare was finally coming to an end.

****
“Baby”

Gerard said softly, staggering into the bedroom. His clothes reeked of liquor and sweat as he held onto the doorframe, staring down uneasily at Frank. “Baby, you awake?” He slurred, taking off his shirt and laying down beside his boyfriend.

Frank continued to face the wall, not daring to open his eyes. He had been awake since Gerard came crashing through the front door, knocking over a vase as he drunkenly made his way to the bedroom. “Baaabyyy are you awake…. I know your” He whispered, kissing Frank on the neck. Frank opened his eyes, swallowing hard he tried to move away from Gerard, his warm breath on the nape of his neck made his skin crawl.

“I just want to know his name” He said cheerily, his voice somewhat childlike as he spoke. Frank sighed, he didn’t want to get into this again, not now. “Did you talk to him first or did he talk to you… answer me Frank I know your awake” Gerard demanded, quickly losing his patience. “He spoke to me” Frank said wearily, his eyes closing as he spoke. He was too tired to be dealing with Gerard’s constant accusations. There was a moment of silence between them. Frank held his breath, silently hoping that this would be the last of it.

But he knew Gerard better than that.

“What did he say?” Gerard asked coldly, his voice sounded dangerous to Frank’s ears, sending a chill down his spine. “Hiya” Frank mumbled, feeling Gerard’s grip on his shoulder tightened suddenly. “And what did you say?” He growled. “I said hiya back” Frank moaned, rolling his eyes.

Gerard smirked, shaking his head. “Did he touch you He started, watching venomously as Frank turned wide eyed to face him. “No, there was nothing going on” He lied. He knew he had been seen tonight, he had a feeling someone was watching him and Patrick in the graveyard. Fear began coursing through his veins as memories of violence danced through his mind; he was in trouble this time.

“Did you fuck him?”

“NO! NO!” Frank shouted.

“Is that the guy you slept with? Did you sleep with him?”

“No! I just said no I didn’t”

“DON’T LIE TO ME FRANK! Did you fuck him, yes or no” Gerard asked, hovering over Frank’s face as his grip on the covers tightened. Frank stared up at him almost stunned into silence. He didn’t know what to say, Gerard’s face was twisted into a menacing look Frank barely recognized anymore with eyes so angry and full of hatred that frightened him to the core.

But he didn’t care anymore.

“Yeah, Yeah I did. Are you happy now!” He screamed carelessly, no longer caring how it hurt Gerard anymore. In an hour he would be free and he would never have to hear or see that monster ever again.

In that moment, Gerard jumped on top of him, pinning Frank against the bed as he began to punch him repeatedly in the face. Frank screamed as Gerard mercilessly beat him to a pulp, holding up his arms as he feebily tried to defend himself. “PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS DOWN, PUT THEM THE FUCK DOWN” Gerard yelled, dragging Frank by his hair off the bed and onto the floor, bashing his head against the wall as he fell off the bed. “No stop…” He cried, screaming out in agony as he continued to be kicked and punched by the man who was supposed to love him, by the man who was supposed to care for him.

By the man who had promised to change.

“NO this is your fault, you fucked him! You fucked him!” He yelled over and over again, sending another fist into Frank’s face, cracking his jaw. “Im sorry Gee please, ah! no stop! please! Frank cried, tears streaming down his face as he took another blow to the ribs. He couldn’t do this anymore. He felt too weak to carry on like this. “I told you I’d find out! You fucking slag! You dirty…cunt!” Gerard roared, jumping on Franks chest as he kicked him in the head.

Suddenly, Gerard turned, grabbing the ironing board that was propped up next to the door. Frank watched him helplessly as he ran at him with it, stabbing him in the chest and stomach over and over again…

And then, Frank fell silent.
He stared up at the ceiling, his eyes began to grow heavy as the world around him grew dark.
Gerard voice grew fainter
He could no longer feel the punches or the kicks anymore
And then
Just like that

Everything stopped.

****
This is the end of my story. The journey has not been straightforward. It’s not about weakness or strength. It began and ended when I fell in love.

But this was not a love story.

****
Frank lay dying for two hours before an ambulance was called.

He died soon after reaching the hospital.

Gerard was convicted of murder and sentence to life in prison.

His minimum sentence was increased from 15 to 20 years on appeal because the attack was so brutal. The use of an ironing board as a weapon was a contributing factor.

Notes

This was the final chapter of the story.

Im currently writing an alternative ending as I know some of you don't like unhappy endings, but to me, I felt like there was only ever going to be one way out of this.

Thank you for all your support, I really appreciate it and thank you so much for reading. You guys rock x