Gerard POV

The room was small and blue. Thankfully, there were no needled in me. It was all just rest. The floors were covered in a cream carpet and the walls had pictures of nature. One small window gave a well-lit view to the outside world.

Frank was being kept in a separate room, where they were tending to his wounds. Nothing serious. I had been to see him ten minutes ago. He was now sleeping.
The door to my room opened. I looked up from my Rolling Stone magazine.

I recognized the man at the edge of my bed to be my brother.

"H-How did YOU get in here?!" I squealed.

"I know people." My brother said, shrugging. "But what I am very interested in knowing is: when are you coming home, Gerard? The men are asking for you. They miss their favorite plaything."

I was trembling... but in anger.

"I am NOT a toy, Mikey!"

He frowned. Then, he smiled.

"Do you truly believe what that man has been saying to you?" He asked, chuckling slightly.
"You are a whore, Gerard. You were raised in sex and you will NEVER be anything else."

"That's not true-"

"You are coming home whether you want to or not. I am getting your head out of the clouds and into the sheets... where you can actually earn some money."

Mikey stepped forward and grabbed me out of the bed. He twisted my wrist into an odd angle. I gasped in pain and he took advantage of the opportunity to push a small towel into my mouth.

The door opened. Doctor Toro!

I was about to beg him for help when he walked over to Mikey and grabbed my other arm.

What... no! I screamed against the gag as he flung me over his shoulder.

"He's checked out." Dr. Toro said softly. "There's a vehicle waiting for him in the back."

Everything was happening too fast. I was being carried out of the hospital... and then stuffed into a van. Immediately, I was handcuffed to a metal railing.

"Relax, Gerard." Mikey said, getting into the back with me. "It's not like you had anything to lose back there. When that man wakes up, he'll be HAPPY you're gone. And if he wants to see you, he can always pay 150 dollars."

I struggled against the handcuffs until my wrists were bruised. Even then, I continued fighting. I couldn't stop... my Frankie.... I pulled harder... until my wrists began to bleed.

Mikey watched me quietly, frowning. Usually, I would've given in by now... but this wasn't about me anymore. This was about being there for my Frankie... my love.... Being there when he opens his beautiful, hazel eyes again.

A shudder, and the door to the van swung open. I was blindfolded at Mikey's request and carried out. I struggled as much as I could against my captor. I wouldn't go down without a fight. Now now... not any more.

"Stop it, Gerard." Mikey whispered into my ear. "You are never. EVER. going to get out of here."

I was thrown down on something soft, and then the handcuffs came off. I clawed at my captor... and that earned me a slap in the face. A loud slamming. And silence.

I took the gag out of my mouth and then the blindfold. The room I was in right now was dark and damp. I knew I was back in the house.

I rubbed my raw wrists and wrapped one in the blindfold and the other one in the gag.

"Frankie?" I whispered.

Silence. That's when I allowed myself to cry.

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Mikey POV

He was actually resisting this time. I bit my lip and watched Gerard struggle against the guard holding him down.

"Forget about him." Ray whispered into my ear. "This is just about us."

I nodded to my boyfriend and leaned against him softly.

"Thank you for helping." I whispered.

"Anything for you."

We left the room Gerard was in -- hand in hand -- and went up to my room.

The door closed and Ray pressed me on the wall. I whimpered needily.

"Let's just do it already." I whispered, biting my lip to hold in my moans at having his lips on my neck.

"Anything for you." He groaned, picking me up.

He pressed me on the bed and began to slide my pants down. I gripped his labcoat with both hands, pulling him closer to me... when the door opened.

"I thought you said you had it under control." A cold voice said from the door.

I held Ray's head on my neck as I threw my head back to see Father at the door.

"It IS under control. He's back here. Will be working by tomorrow. He's booked."

Father nodded softly and then grimaced.

"I will only allow you to slack off THIS time. You've done a good job."

He shut the door and I released Ray's head. He looked up. "Was that your father?"

"Yes." I said softly, undoing his shirt buttons.

"And what did he say? Do you have to go?"

"He said we could have sex." I whispered, putting my hand inside Ray's shirt and sliding it down into his pants.

Ray groaned something sounding like 'well then' and continued slipping my pants down my legs while kissing me furiously.

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Frank POV

I fell to my knees.
The bed was empty.
Hospital says he checked out two hours earlier.
Gerard wouldn't leave without me.... He would have at least told me.
Security footage is faulty.
Apparently, all cameras had been disabled.
A clean escape.
A planned escape.
I had called the police.
Described that little blond bastard as best as I could.
They assured they would find Gerard.
They had put a blanket on me and told me everything would be fine.
They had found the slight signs of a struggle. Slight scuff marks that hadn't been noticed by the captors, who had been careful to clean up the rest of the tracks.
More than one man.
He had been taken out completely conscious.

I can imagine Gerard fighting his kidnappers.... They had probably gagged him... bound him... treated him harshly.... Told him that...that there was no hope for him....

"Mister Iero."

My head snapped up. I was sitting across from a doctor, a therapist... and a policeman. The room was white and bare. There was only a table and chairs, in which we were sitting on.

"They are going to force him back." I whispered.

"Back to what, Mister Iero?" The young therapist asked softly. "What kind of people would
Gerard associate himself with?"

"He must be so scared...."

I stared down at the floor, trying to keep my breathing under control.

"Mister. Iero."

"His father and brother... they run a hoarhouse... and they FORCE him to do it...."

The policeman scribbled into his tiny notebook.

"Do what, Mister Iero?"

"I think you know what." I snapped. "They force him... to... sell himself... to all those men who hurt him!"

I could feel a panic attack coming on. I saw the therapist give the policeman a knowing look.

'Careful... He's unstable.'

A breathed deeply. A panic attack wouldn't help Gerard. I needed to relax.

I took another deep breath.

"N-Next question."

They all nodded simultaneously.

"Earlier." The doctor said. "Gerard was diagnosed with drug use. Is this his doing?"

"Its THEIR fault." I said softly. "They forced him into addiction... so he could... work for them...."

New tears threatened to overflow.

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