GERARD'S P.O.V

He was going to say something...

FUCK!

Well, this is going to kill me

Along with the fact that he's going to be basically raped by Drew tonight and fuck knows what the hell else...

Maybe Denis can help.

I though to myself as I walk back into the bar to see the only bright light on is the one in the staff room. I run back and see Denis sitting on the same stool, one leg over the other as he tires his Converse sneakers.

"Denis, I need to talk to you." I pant, jumping right in front of him.

"Go on then.' he replies, not even looking up at me.

"Okay, so Frank is stripping because it's the only way drew will give me a raise so I can take care of myself. well When I told you about Frankie and I earlier, Drew over heard me talking and he wasn't happy at all. So he took Frank into his office and I they locked the door and I couldn't get in so I punched a hole in the wall and got in that way because drew was hurting frank but it turned out he was fucking him right then and there. Then I almost got fired because I kinda hit Drew a little so he would let Frank go but they only way I'd be able to keep my job was if I let Frank go with Drew and now I'm fucking terrified about what he's going to do to him....he said something about hurting him or something...FUCK I'm scared, Denis!" I finished. I was pacing back and forth by now. My breathing was heavy and I my palms and everything else was getting sweaty and I was about to start crying when Denis stood up and wrapped his arms around me.

"C'mon, Gerard. Frank's gonna be okay. He's a tough guy and if Drew tried to give him any shit then he'll give it right back to him."

I nodded into the mans chest, but I still wasn't even close to calm.

"he was trying to say something to me before Drew drove off and It's killing me to know what it is." I muttered, pulling away from the embrace.

"You'll find out soon enough, kid." Denis chuckled, patting my right shoulder before he picked up his bag from the floor. "Well, I gotta get home. I'll see ya tomorrow, Gerard." he half smiled before walking out the back door.

I watched the door close behind him before I walked back to Drew's office. I looked around and saw that Pansy was still leaning up against the wall near the door. I grabbed the case by the handle and looked around on last time before turning around and going out the door myself.

My nerves were still eating at me as I stood outside in the middle of a snowfall, lighting a cigarette. I watched the smoke billow up through the snowflakes in an attempt to calm myself. It worked to an extent...until I drew in the last breath-full of toxins.

With a sigh I picked Pansy up and started walking back to my apartment.

What if Drew really is going to hurt him?

What if Frankie can't fight back?

What if this continues past tonight?

What if Frank starts liking Drew over me?

Every dreadful thought was racing though my head as I stepped out of the elevator on my floor. I walked to the end of the hall and to my door in a daze.

I stepped in and set Pansy by the door, intending to grab tomorrow at take it to work with me to give back to Frankie.

Out of curiosity, and in a poorly executed attempt to get my mind on something else, I opened the guitar case to be met with frank's beloved guitar, and clothing.

I pulled everything out piece by piece until I assembled the same exact outfit frank had been wearing across the floor.

he must have had an extra set of everything for just in case reasons.

That's when an idea popped into my head.

I grabbed the corset, panties, fishnets, and heels and went back to my bedroom.

Closing the door and locking for no reason other than paranoia, I stripped out of my current clothes and stood in front of my mirror completely naked.

Smirking to myself I slowly started rolling the fishnets up my legs, letting them hang off my hips before I did the same with the panties, resting in the same position.

Then I took the corset and slipped it around my torso, tightening it myself with surprising ease before sitting down in my desk chair and slipping the shoes onto my feet.

Now, I was convincing myself I was doing this just to get my mind off of Frank. And in reality that was part of the truth. But the majority of the truth was that I really just wanted to try the costume on.

To finish it off I went over to my closet and grabbed the hot pink boa from last Halloween and draped it around my neck before going to my dresser and grabbing my eyeliner and tracing my waterline and top lash line with the black makeup.

Taking run-way like struts I made my way back over to the mirror and took my reflection in.

I'm not hot...I'm mother fucking hot baby! I thought to myself before I started trying to act sexy and strike poises in heels that were too small for my feet.

After I nearly feel trying to do that, I kicked the shoes off and flopped down into my chair, squaring up to my desk. I opened my sketchbook and started leafing through all the pictures until I came across the first one I drew of Frank...

Frank

I wanna know what that bastard is doing to him.

Wait...why am I so worried about him in the first place...We barley know each other and we basically had a one night stand and called ourselves a 'couple.'

Like, what the fuck is wrong with me? I don't even know the guy and I like him...

No...

I love him...

Notes

HAPPY MCR DAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I figured since I haven't updated and my next on probably won't be until Saturday...I'll update now...and also because it's MCR day...
And I'm tried...really tired so I'm sorry if this chapter seem rushed and shitty..
who am I kidding?
this chapter IS rushed and shitty.