Barbed Wire Love

Frank felt two large rough hands on either side of his waist lift him up and throw him over a broad shoulder as if he were a doll.

"I told you to be careful with him" Gerard snapped as Bob threw him into the back seat.

"Calm down Gerard, he'll be fine"

Gerard glared at him, then turned his attention back to Frank.

"Frank?" Gerard slowly lifted a hand, pulling Frank's balaclava over his head.

Frank blinked slowly, his eyes filling up with tears.

"You're okay. It's okay to cry"

Frank crumbled at those words, falling over Gerard's legs and crying into his lap. Gerard shh'd him gently, petting his hair and rubbing a hand up and down his arm.

"Sit up one second for me, love"

Frank sat up slowly on Gerard's knees and finally looked him in the eyes. Gerard tilted his head up slightly to check the damage the knife had done.

"Barely a scratch" Gerard promised, brushing his lips against the side of Frank's neck. "You're okay darling"

"Tell them about this and you're dead, Wormy" Gerard looked up, glaring into the rear view mirror where Worm was watching from the drivers seat with amusement.

Worm laughed and started up the car. "Whatever you say boss"

-

"Frank" Gerard said softly later that night, "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine" he insisted, bringing his knees up to his chin.

Gerard sat down onto the bed and curled an arm around his waist. "I'm sorry. I should've been right beside you. You must have been terrified"

"I'm okay now" But of course he wasn't. His throat still stung and his wrists had a dull ache from being held behind his back. This whole thing was ridiculous. Why would he have purposefully put himself in danger like that when he had no idea where he was going to? He was better sticking to the old plans to escape at Gerard's home, at least he now knew the vague area surrounding the house.

Frank shivered and focused back to Gerard. He was busy holding Frank's hand, lining their hands up and holding them in front him. Slowly he pressed his lips to the dark shadows scattered on Frank's wrists.

"Better?"

"Y-yeah"

"Are you sure? You look quite pale"

Frank looked up at him, but he couldn't see the face that matched the voice anymore. Gerard's voice sounded too sweet, too caring. Frank just saw him as a murderer now. A murderer who was laying in bed with him and fussing over him like a concerned, overprotective mother.

"You get a cut of the money, by the way"

"What money?"

"For when we sell the coke. You came with us, you should get a cut of your earnings"

Frank winced. He didn't want a cut of anything. The money would be tainted, and it would only remind him that a dozen lives had been taken in order to get it. Do things like that ever pass through Gerard's head? Has he ever realised what he had to do to earn his living?

He suddenly felt lips against the side of his neck and jumped. Gerard leaned back.

"Sorry, you just startled me" Frank sighed. He didn't want a reason for Gerard not to trust him, especially not now. Silently, he slid under the bed and hooked his fingers over the waistband of his boxers.

"Frank, don't worry about it. You're obviously still shaken, you don't have to-"

"Sh" Frank said, his voice a little muffled.

Gerard's moans and little gasps occasionally hindered Frank's thought process, but he refused to get caught up in the moment. Gerard may think he's just sucking dick, but really he's thinking about getting out of here.

-

Frank awoke later than he'd hoped; Gerard was evidently already up, seeing as he wasn't in the bed. Frank threw on all the clothes he owned and headed downstairs, giving up on his quest to find his mobile phone that Gerard had hidden since he'd arrived.

He scanned the living room to check Gerard wasn't there, then started down the hall towards the front door.

"Where are you going?"

Frank jumped and turned around. Gerard appeared around the corner from down the corridor, a tube of paint in his hand with his brow furrowed in confusion.

Frank gave him a weak smile. "I just fancied going for a walk"

"Oh! Okay, I'll come with you"

"You don't have to" Frank said quickly, "You look like you're busy"

"Nah it's okay, I should have a break from the paint fumes anyway"

Frank forced a smile, walking away from the door to try to look less suspicious "Okay, I'll wait for you"

Gerard nodded and started up the stairs. Frank sighed and put his head in his hands. This in no way was an ideal escape plan, but he has to give it a shot.

Gerard came back down stairs, shrugging on his jacket. Frank took a deep breath and extended his arm to take his hand. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little emotional; after all, Gerard has taken care of him for a few months. He'd kept him safe.

Gerard gave him a small smile and intertwined their fingers, completely unaware of what was going through Frank's head.

They walked across the courtyard together, Frank's shoes scuffing slightly on the dirty ground, his palms a little sweaty from the stress.

"It's pretty cold today" Gerard murmured, zipping his jacket up further. "Looks like it's gonna start snowing again"

Frank looked up. He loved snow, but if he's going to be walking home it'll be far too cold.

Finally they reach the spot Gerard always takes him to. They sweep the light dusting of snow away from the ground and sit down. Frank stands back up a few minutes later, slowly pacing in a small circle.

"My ass is cold" Frank mumbled. Gerard chuckled and shook his head.

He ventured a little further and glanced back at Gerard, who was looking vaguely into the distance.

Then took his chance- and he ran. He could feel his legs already tired and burning from the walk up to the forest. He heard Gerard's yell behind him and knew that Gerard had spotted him. He ignored the yells and pushed on, lactic acid starting to kick into his system.

Suddenly, Frank heard a bang and felt an intense pain in his leg. He took one second to slow down and finally glance back at Gerard. His face was contorted with a mixture of rage and betrayal, his eyes brimming with tears. His whole body seemed to be shaking with the exception of the hand that held the .357 Magnum, which was as sure and steady as a rock.

Franks eyes travelled from the handgun down to his leg. Bright red blood began blossoming from the wound in his thigh. Frank faltered, his whole body seeming to go into shock. He swayed slightly, his feet trying to drag him forward before stumbling and hitting the ground. His head smacked against the frozen ground, a fog beginning to cloud his vision. The pain was deafening, his ears ringing loudly.

The only thing Frank could feel was pain before everything went black.

Notes

Uh... sorry ;-;