Gerard POV

The night was silent when I awoke in a cold sweat. The warmth that used to be besides me was gone; and all that could be heard in the dark room was my ragged breathing. Quietly, I slipped off the bed. My feet touching the floor made me shiver. Cold. As if no one had walked on it ever. As if no one would walk upon it again.

I stepped out into the living room in nothing but my boxers. I could see a dark bundle on the couch. Frankie.

I stepped closer to see that his arm had fallen from the couch, and his hand was barely grazing the floor. His lips were slightly ajar and his hair was over his face. I brushed it away softly; extracting a small whimper and a smile from him.

I then continued to make my way to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and got myself a glass of water. My hands were still shaking like mad. I drank the soothing liquid down in big gulps and tried to think of happy things.

Another Nightmare.

In this one, That Man had brought in his son again. A greasy-haired younger man with sunken eyes. His name was Bert, and he knew me every bit as well as his father did. At least, he forcefully knew my insides.

I could still feel his hands... shamelessly taking whatever dignity I had left....

I gagged and sobbed softly, nearly choking on the water.

No. Bert wasn't here. I needed to relax. He wouldn't hurt me ever again. Frank had promised.

And I trusted Frank.

I put the empty glass into the sink and stretched my body. On my way back to the room, I stopped to look at Frankie.

I couldn't go back into the other room... at all.... The shadows would scare me to death.... So instead, I nudged Frank over on the couch. He groaned slightly and rolled back. I slipped in.

As soon as I was lying down properly, I snuggled into his back. He scooted further into the couch and rolled over to face me. Then, his arms reached out to me.

I allowed him to pull me to him. My heart was beating so loudly, I was sure he could hear it.

"Couldn't sleep?" He mumbled.

"No." I whimpered.

"Ah, my angel...."

His eyes opened slightly and he smiled. I curled into his chest.

"Frankie?"

"Yes?" He asked sleepily.

"Does the offer still stand? To be yours, I mean."

"Of course." Frank said softly, his eyes opening again.

"Yes."

His lips curled into a smile.

I looked up at him and he kissed me softly.

"Sleep, love. We'll talk about it tomorrow." He whispered, stroking my cheek.

"B-But the nightmares-"

"I'll keep the nightmares away."

So I closed my eyes and curled into Frank once more. And, for the first time in a long time, I slept dreamlessly.

Notes

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