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.


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Don’t fucking lie to me Frank!” Gerard roared, taking another swing at Frank. Frank crumpled to the floor, his face bloodied as he begged Gerard to stop. “I’m sorry Gee, please I’m so...” his cries were quickly cut off by a sharp kick in the ribs from Gerard boot. He screamed, tears streaming down his face as Gerard continued to beat him mercilessly. He grabbed him by the collar of his shirt pressing Frank’s face against his. “You pathetic little shit! Thought I wouldn’t find out? Thought I wouldn't catch you in the act? Huh? Well?” Gerard shouted, spitting in his face as spoke.

Frank said nothing, slumping to the floor as Gerard let go of his shirt, staggering off to the nearby sofa and taking a seat; not daring to take his eyes of his sniveling, bloodied boyfriend. They sat in silence for a while, Frank not daring to move from his corner; he knew what Gerard was like drunk and it terrified him. He rested his against the wall, listening to Gerard drunkenly mumble on about something he had done. He pretended not to hear, he knew what he had done was wrong but it was because of him that had pushed him into the arms of someone else. “It’s like do you have any idea how much I’ve done for you to keep you safe? I loved you man, I would have done anything to protect you” Gerard groaned.

Gerard dragged a hand down his face, his eyes narrowing as he watched Frank scoffed at him, making his hands curl into fists. “Something funny?” He growled. Frank sighed, locking eyes with Gerard. He didn’t care anymore. He had given up. “Protect me? The man who beats me up wants to protect me?” Frank laughed, rubbing the back of his head. Gerard sat there, taken aback by this. He had never reacted like this before. Frank struggled to his feet, resting against the wall as he gingerly placed a hand on his stomach to try and ease the pain; he was through being treated like a doormat. Gerard tried to stand but quickly fell back against the sofa, knocking his head against the wall as he stood. “You say want to protect me but you beat me and treat me like I’m nothing. You beat me, you manipulate me… you rape me”

Gerard remained silent, turning his head away from Frank’s pained gaze. Frank sighed, limping out of the room. He couldn’t live like this anymore. “Everything I did, I did for you” Gerard said quietly, forcing Frank to turn around. He stood there leaning against the door, watching him intently. Gerard still refused to look at him, his eyes fixed on the world outside the window, the rain thundered down outside as though mourning the tatters of this so called relationship.

Frank laughed, shaking his head as he ran a hand through his hair. “I’m so done with you. It’s over Gerard. We’re finished” He sighed. In that moment, Gerard cleared his throat, staggering to his feet as he walked unsteadily to the center of the room, a sly grin creeping onto his face. “I don’t think so” He sneered, grabbing hold of a chest of drawers to stop himself from falling. Frank began to panic, limping rapidly into the bedroom and grabbing the suitcase. He quickly grabbed his phone from his pocket, texting Patrick to meet him outside the Parsonage Lane as soon as possible before heading towards the front door.

“Where the hell do you think you’re goin?” Gerard shouted from the other room. Frank could hear him staggering through the flat, trying to stop him from going. He couldn’t stay here, not anymore. He may have made a few mistakes and going back to that monster was one of them. But this time, he was going to put it right.

This time he would leave, he could call the police and have that pyscho put back in prison.
This time, there would be no going back.

He quickly forced his way through the flat, pushing past Gerard as he tried to grab hold of him. Gerard grabbed his arm, trying to pull him back but Frank shoved him off. “NO! Ok, you can’t do that to me anymore! We’re done Gee. I’m so fucking done with you” He shouted, opening the front door and slamming it shut, leaving Gerard a drunken mess and alone. He hobbled down the stairs, not daring to look back as he pushed open the fire escape, stumbling out into the street. The rain had finally stopped and Frank looked up into the sky, a beaming smile plastered upon his bloodied face.

“Thank you” he whispered, watching a car pull up outside the shop. He limped towards it, climbing in the backseat as Patrick glanced around from the drivers seat. ‘Are you ok?” Patrick asked, his face filled with worry as he studied Frank’s beaten body. Frank smiled, cupping Patrick’s face with his hand and gently stroked his cheek. “I am now” He replied softly, pecking him on the lips.

*******
5 Years Later

Patrick paced up and down the ward, nervously biting his nails as he occasionally glanced at room 3B. Frank sighed, looking up from his paper. “Will you sit down, your making me nervous” He said, grinning at his husband who immediately stopped. “Sorry” he mumbled, taking a seat beside him as he continued to bite his nails.

Frank rolled his eyes, folding up the paper and placing it back down on the stand before taking Patrick by the hand. “Hey?’ He said happily, catching his eye. Patrick glanced over at him questioningly, his hands trembling in his lap. He couldn’t believe how scared he was. He had been fine for months and suddenly, now that the day was here, he felt terrified. “What?” he asked. Frank kissed him tenderly on the lips, resting his forehead against his as they both giggled at one another. “I love you” He replied quietly.

A nurse suddenly appeared from room 3B, smiling sweetly at the pair as they stared at her intently, awaiting the news they had been desperate to hear all morning. “Congratulations, it’s a girl. Would you like to see her now?’ She asked. The pair looked at one another, tears welling in the corners of their eyes as they rose from their seats; walking hand in hand towards the delivery room.

The men entered the room, eyes growing wide as they laid their eyes upon their beautiful baby girl. The nurse picked her up from the incubator, handing Frank his daughter as he stared down at her tiny face. “She’s beautiful” Patrick said, kissing his husband on the forehead. Frank nodded, smiling at her.

She was perfect.

“So do we have a name for her yet?” The nurse asked, watching the family with a warm expression. The men looked at one another, smiling before looking back at the nurse. “Her name is Iris” Frank said, hugging his baby tightly as Patrick wrapped his arm around him.

It had been four years since Gerard was sentenced to life imprisonment. He would write to him from time to time, begging for his forgiveness and telling him that he would come back for him one day. But that day would never come. Gerard would die in prison. And while Frank stared down at his daughter, his husband coo-ing over their beautiful family, he realized that he no longer felt afraid anymore.

He was free.

Notes

So this is the last ever chapter- let me know which ending you preferred and why :)

Also, Im writing a new story (A Frerard) so i'll let you know when its up and hopefully you'll enjoy this one too xxx