After The Break Up

Frank's P.O.V I stared at Gerard as he laid on the double bed. After the policeman knocked him out, my captors argued. Then they cleaned his wound and laid him on the bed. They all left a few minutes later. Of couse they handcuffed him to the bed first. I can't believe he found me. But I wish he hadn't. Now he's in danger too. I look at his perfect face as he begins to stir. Gerard's P.O.V My head hurts. I groan as I try to move. My hands....I can't move my hands. I tilt my head so I can see what's stopping me. I open my eyes to see handcuffs. Fuck....Frank. I looked around and spotted him in a chair close by the bed I was on. He was tied to it with handcuffs. He smiled, sadly at me. "I've missed you so much, baby." He said, tears running down his cheeks. "Oh god, Frankie." I moaned. "I've missed you too. I hate not being with you." "It's okay, baby. We'll find a way out of here." I smiled. Then I closed my eyes. "I'm sorry, Frankie." "For what, honey?" He asked. Confusion in his voice. "I...err...tried to....err...kill myself." I gulped. "I know, baby." My eyes shot open and I looked at him in surprise. "What? How?" He nodded to a bunch of monitors. I looked over at them to see Bandit in my bedroom, making my bed and tidying. She looked at the picture of me and Frank, smiling. Then she grinned at something in her hand. I smiled. She got my message. Good girl. "What?" Frank asked, confused. I looked back at him. "My little girl is a genius." I laughed. "I knew she'd get it." Frank frowned. "Get what?" I shook my head, then groaned as a pain shot through it. "Fuck." I moaned as I closed my eyes. "You okay, baby?" He asked with concern. I sighed, opening my eyes and looking back at him. "Yeah. Just...my head hurts." I looked around the room. Looking for anything to help us get away. I saw a jug of water by the other side of the bed. I listened for movement upstairs. When I heard none, I angled my body and kicked the jug off. Water went everywhere. "What are you doing?" Frank asked. I nodded towards the spilt water. "Big brother's off the air." I grinned as the water hit the wires and the monitors went off. "What they can't see, they can't stop." "Smart. But that doesn't help us." I looked back at him. "Your wrong." I grinned. "Remember the skeleton in the desert? And Fake Your Death?" He nodded, frowning. "You said I was very creative. I haven't lost that quality." He smiled as he finally understood. Mikey's P.O.V I watched the cctv of Gerard following the suspects. He follows them from three cars behind. They turn into a driveway about five miles from here. Gerard parks up by the road a few houses away. He gets out, opens the boot, messes around in there, then closes it. Then he grabs a baseball bat and heads to the building the suspects went in to. The footage was fast forwarded to see the two rogue policemen enter the building a few minutes later. "I guarantee that Dad left a clue in the boot." Bandit grinned. Ten minutes later, we were sat in a unmarked police car, behind Gerards car. Hayley got out and opened the car boot with a crow bar. Another policeman took a photo. Then they came back to the car. The policeman, Sam, showed Bandit the picture. It showed unused car maintenence tools. A spanner looking thingy was pointing towards the building Gerard went in and a picture of Frank. "This was to show where they are if we didn't find the phone and check cctv." Bandit smiled. "It's a back up clue. The spanner indicates both the direction of where they are and that dad has a weapon. The photo is obvious. It's so we know that Frank is in there too." I smiled. "I am so glad you inherited your dad's strange but genius brain." Bandit laughed. Hayley called for back up. Frank's P.O.V The door swung open and the shorter of our two captors walked in. He headed towards Gerard and sat beside him on the bed. Gerard looked at him but backed as far away as he could. "Don't be like that, sweetheart." Our captor said as he smiled, sweetly at Gerard. "Get the fuck away from me." Gerard snapped. "If you lay even one finger on me, I'll snap the fucker off." Our captor laughed as he pushed him onto his back and straddled him. Gerard struggled. But our captor pulled a gun out of his waistband and aimed it at me. Gerard froze, wide eyed. "Please don't kill Frankie. Please." He begged, tears forming in his eyes. "Stay still and I won't." Our captor ordered. Gerard nodded, his eyes darting to me, briefly, in fear. "Good boy." He put the gun away and moved down Gerards legs to rest below his knees. He reached for Gerards belt and unfastened it. "Please don't do this." Gerard begged. "Please." Our captor ignored him and unbuttoned his jeans. Then unzipped them. He hummed as he run his hand over the front of Gerards boxers. Gerard began to shake as he let the tears flow. He closed his eyes and turned his head away. The door flew open and Hayley rushed in, followed by two plain clothes policemen. She poited a gun at our captor. "Freeze, Jonathan." She said. Jonathan reached for his gun. Hayley fired. But he still grabbed the gun and aimed it at Gerard. Hayley fired again. Two shots rang out. Jonathan and Gerard went still........

Notes

N Cliff hanger. Whoop. Lol. Love as always. xxx