Barbed Wire Love

Over the next couple of days Frank was becoming a little unnerved. No matter how hard he tried to remember, he seemed to have lost track of how long he'd been there.

Gerard had abruptly left the room as his phone began to ring, leaving Frank curled up on the sofa alone. There was a faint electronic buzzing sound from somewhere outside, making Frank jump and look over the back of the sofa. He had come to recognise the sound, knowing that someone had either entered or exited the security gates.

He heard the front door open and he sunk down the sofa a little more, so half his face was hidden and he could just about see over it.

He heard footsteps coming down the hallway, then the pale pointed face of Gerard's brother appeared.

"Gerard?" Mikey looked around, his eyes focusing in on Frank.

Frank cringed. He had the identical bright hazel eyes to his brother; but they didn't hold the same warmth as Gerard's do, or at least sometimes do.

He gave Frank a smirk. "Does Gerard know you're down here?"

Frank nodded, peering over at him uneasily.

"Where is he?"

Frank cleared his throat. "He went upstairs a while ago"

"Go and tell him to hurry up" his eyes narrowed. "And also to keep you in his room"

"Okay" Frank whispered, deciding he'd better not argue as Mikey turned on his heel and left.

Frank started up the stairs, pausing when he spotted Gerard at the top of them, pulling a pair of black fingerless gloves on.

Frank opened his mouth, but he seemed to have forgotten what to say. Gerard was dressed in exactly the same attire when he'd taken Frank.

"Was that Mikey I heard?" Gerard asked, walking down to meet Frank.

Frank nodded wordlessly.

"Cool. This'll probably take most of the day, but I'll be back for dinner-"

"Where are you going?" Frank blurted out.

Gerard looked up in surprise, in the middle of adjusting the strap on his rifle.

"I can't really say, Frank" he replied coolly.

"Are you, uh, going to kill someone?" Fan asks stupidly, thinking back to the school.

"I don't know. Maybe, it depends whether they're going to be a threat" he passed Frank, going into the living room and picking up his black combat boots.

Frank sat down beside him as he shoved his feet into them, quickly tying up the laces.

Mikey said you should lock me in your room"

"I won't do that. That would cut off your supplies to the kitchen" he grinned, straightening up and turning to Frank, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.

"See you soon" Frank sighed, a little breathtaken even by the simple action.

"Bye honey"

*

Because he hasn't been sticking to the breakfast, lunch and dinner routine timings recently, Frank just eats when his body tells him to.

So at around 3, after his stomach emitted a particularly loud rumble, he reluctantly rolled off the sofa and went in search of food in the kitchen.

He paused in the hallway, an unexpected shiver passing through him. The funny thing about Gerard's house, it was always a perfect temperature, Frank was never too hot or cold. But there was an odd little draft about the house today.

He continued down the hallway to the kitchen, something catching his attention out of the corner of his eye.

Gerard had left the front door open.

His heart began thumping away in his chest in excitement. Had Gerard purposefully left it open? No, he wouldn't do that, that would mean that Frank could escape at any time. Like now, for example.

His eyes flickered to the intercom box beside the door that Gerard uses to buzz people in through the security gates outside.

He knew the code from Gerard constantly allowing people in, but it had been no use to Frank previously, as the house door had been locked and no one actually knows where Frank is.

Franks thoughts were flying through his head at lightning pace. This could really be his chance to get away from here.

He was suddenly pulled from his thought pattern as he heard a squealing of tires and the painfully familiar buzz of the intercom, abruptly deflating all of Franks hopes in the last 15 minutes.

A large black Range Rover bulldozed it's way across the stretch of land around the house, stopping around 10 meters from the front door. Gerard stumbled out of the car and practically sprinted up the driveway, a mixture of fear and confusion.

Frank took an unsure half step backwards as realised that Gerard was not going to stop running.

Before deciding whether to jump out of the way or not Gerard slammed into him, wrapping his arms around him and nearly lifting him off his feet.

"I thought you'd be gone" Gerard whispered, his voice muffled from being buried in Frank's neck.

Taken aback by Gerard's reaction, Frank slowly wrapped his arms around Gerard's waist, interlocking his fingers.

"But I didn't"

They stood for a minute in an intimate embrace, Gerard softly scattering kisses along Franks neck.

He pulled back, looking Frank straight in the eyes. "You had a chance to escape. I thought- why didn't you leave?"

Frank smiled weakly, despite the crushing feeling of disappointment still laying heavy on him.

"I didn't really want to leave you Gee, I'd miss you" he lied softly. "I want to be here- for as long as you want me"

Gerard took a deep shaking breath, pulling Frank in for another kiss.

It was short-lived, as the driver of the Range Rover rolled his window down and beeped the horn. "Gee, are you coming?"

Gerard looked over his shoulder. "I'm staying here with Frank. Tell the others, they can finish the job without me"

He nodded and rolled the window back up, reversing out of the drive and exiting the property.

"You mean it? You didn't even try to run?"

"I mean it"

Gerard smiled. "I'm glad. Come on, I'm starving. Have you eaten yet?"

Frank shook his head. Gerard took his hand and nudged the door shut with his foot, starting towards the kitchen.

Frank glanced over his shoulder at the now closed door. His first- and possibly only- chance to escape. And he'd missed it.

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