Gerard's POV

I wake up to a loud crash, and notice the absent space on the bed where Frank usually occupies. I get up to find the small boy, assuming he was the reason to the cause of my rude awakening. I open the door at the top of the steps as I hear the front door slam shut. I'm taken back by the abrupt sound, and quicken my pace to see what the ruckus is about.

I head to the kitchen window, hoping to see where Frank was going, but I saw something I would have never expected.

A tall man, carrying a small Frank over his shoulder, throwing him into the back of a silver minivan.

Gerard, call the police! Now!!

My mind is screaming bloody murder at me, butI can't. I can't move. He's come for Frank, and I can't feel any part of my body. I feel myself falling, and immediately strike the floor with a painful 'thud'.

Now that, I could feel.

I'm able to move, now, and get up to grab my cell phone. I have troubles dialing the three simple digits, but when I finally succeed, I let out a sigh of relief.

"Nine one one, what's your-"

"My fiancé- Frank Iero- he's been taken away by force by his father, I need help-"

"Calm down, sir. Please tell me your name and address."

I provide all information needed, and it takes less than ten minutes for two police cruisers to arrive in front of my home. I go to open the door, and my heart stands still.

About 3 inches away from the entrance, I see drops of blood. I open the door, shaking, and greet the officers.

"Please. Do something about that."

I point to the red substance, and the cops exchange a wide eyed look.

"We need a DNA test on this, Robinson. I'll call Meyers."

The one man who was not Robinson, stepped outside to make the call to 'Meyers'. I don't need a DNA test to know for certain that it's Frank's.

Once the cop came back, I led them to the couch to discuss the situation. I barely knew what to say, when I only had one thought in my head.

Frank is in grave danger.

Notes

Oh my I hope I don't get angry rants from doing this
-Ava xx