Barbed Wire Love

Frank awoke around 7 hours later, his body aching all over. He kept his eyes closed, trying to figure out where he was. The pain was so intense it was distracting Frank's thoughts, like he was waking up to a massive hangover.

Frank opened his eyes, the dim light stinging them. The sun appeared to be setting, darkening the room. It took him a couple if minutes, but he came around, realising all at once that he was in Gerard's living room.

He sat bolt upright, fear flooding his system. Gerard couldn't have a shot him... could he? Frank looked down to see that he was in his underwear. There was a large amount of gauze and bandage wrapped around his thigh. Oh shit. Gerard really had shot him, and he can't bare to think what kind of mood he will be in now.

Checking that Gerard was indeed not in the room, Frank slid out of bed and limped to the bathroom, scared to put weight on his injury.

When Frank came back he found the door open and Gerard stood leaning against the wall, his arms folded and the words 'if looks could kill' floated vaguely though Frank's head.

Frank backed up against the opposite wall, his legs feeling too weak to stand. Gerard leaned off the wall, unfolding his arms and walking towards Frank at an agonisingly slow pace.

"Hey Frankie, how'd you sleep?"

Frank whimpered and slid down the wall a couple of inches.

Gerard's hand snapped out and grabbed the scruff of the hoodie Frank was still wearing, pinning him against the wall.

Gerard leaned down, his face centimetres from Frank's. Gerard grabbed his jaw, forcing Frank to look him in the eyes.

"I asked you how you slept, sweetheart"

His voice was far too calm. Frank opened one eye, daring to look. He'd never seen that look on Gerard's face before. Anger wouldn't even begin to cover it; and he managed to only keep the anger in his eyes, the rest of his face was calm and placid.

"Why do you look so frightened? What is it, are you remembering that little thing you did earlier?"

Frank's bottom lip trembled. Gerard's eyes narrowed, pulling his fist full of Frank's hoodie forward and slamming it back against the wall, making Frank's head snap back and hit it with a sickening crack.

"Do you remember what you did, Frank?"

"I SAID, DO YOU REMEMBER?" Gerard raised his voice, slapping Frank hard across the face.

Frank stifled a gasp and clutched the side of his cheek.

"LOOK AT ME"

Frank felt his hand be pulled from his face and a fist collide with his jaw, making it click. Frank could taste blood in his mouth and feel tears in his eyes, but he refused to give in and look at him. He knew it, he's going to die.

"Well, if you can't recall, I'll have to tell you" Gerard shoved him roughly, making him lose his balance and fall to the ground, his shoulder jabbing painfully into the side of the glass coffee table. Frank grabbed his shoulder, his mouth opened as if he were screaming silently and curled up into a fetal position.

"Well" Gerard walked around the table, stopping in front of Frank's small figure. "Let's see. You tried to sneak out of the house, didn't you? But, giving you the benefit of the doubt, I just thought you wanted to go for a walk. We went up to the forest and what did you do? Oh yeah, you tried to RUN"

Gerard lifted his foot and brought it down on Frank's thigh, right beside the bullet wound. Frank let out a cry of pain, unable to remain silent. The pain was unbearable, almost worse than actually getting the bullet wound in the first place. Gerard pressed down harder.

"Gerard!... p-please" Frank begged weakly, who was beginning to feel faint from the pain.

Then suddenly, all at once, the pain stopped. Frank curled into a tighter ball and wept quietly.

There was a jangle and Frank forced himself to open his eyes. Gerard came back into the room, a set of handcuffs dangling loosely from his left hand.

Gerard grabbed Frank's upper arm and pulled his limp body easily to his feet. With a vice like grip, Frank was pulled downstairs into a warm, dark room.

Gerard turned the light on and illuminated the room. It was very small, with a plain concrete floor and unpainted walls. In the corner was a large boiler with a load of pipes trailing up to all parts of the house. Gerard pulled him over to the boiler, lifting the handcuffs and attaching them to one of the pipes alongside the boiler.

"Gee" Frank whispered, tears still streaming down his face.

"N-no, shut up. Don't call me that" Gerard snapped, his voice wavering a little. He grabbed Frank's wrist and clicked the other handcuff on, tightening it so it dug into him.

"Gerard" Frank called loudly, starting to panic as Gerard switched the light back off, plunging him into darkness and closing the door behind him.

"... Gerard?"

-

Frank was still there. He was exhausted, the pain made him unable to get to sleep. It was so hot that Frank had began to sweat, his hair sticking uncomfortably to his forehead. He had managed to take a seat on the concrete floor, but his wrist was still locked tight to the pipes above, bulling it upwards.

Frank wasn't sure how long it had been, but he was beginning to get hungry and the heat of the boiler was making him sweaty and very thirsty, and he was in need of the bathroom.

He gave the chain a nervous little rattle against the copper pipes. It made a satisfyingly loud echo.

"Gerard?" He called out into the darkness.

Gerard's going to be mad at this, but if he forgets about him, Frank could die anyway.

"Gerard!" Frank shouted again, louder.

Frank continued for the next few minutes, pulling on the chain and calling out desperately. There were suddenly loud footsteps and Frank cringed, instantly regretting his decision.

The door flew open and slammed against the wall, Gerard walked in and threw his hand against the light switch. He jumped a little as he saw Frank's weak form.

"What the fuck Frank? Shut. Up" he growled.

"Please Gee. I-I need the bathroom" Frank pleaded, his voice a weak whisper.

Gerard glowered at him for a moment before shaking his head. "I knew this wasn't going to bloody work"

He walked over to Frank, shoving his sweaty fringe out of his eyes and pressing a hand against his head. Frank kept his eyes closed.

"Right then" Gerard sighed. There was a familiar click and Frank felt himself be dragged to his feet.

Gerard pulled him back up the stairs and released him when they reached the end of the hall.

"Okay. That isn't going to work, but I hope you know I've locked all doors and windows. When you come back from the bathroom, you will sit in the corner quietly. Otherwise you'll be going back down to the basement and staying there until you rot. Go"

Frank whimpered and edged away, not taking his eyes from Gerard as he went to the bathroom.

As soon as he got he door closed he reached for the lock, but found it not to be there. Frank backed up and slowly sank once again to the floor, breaking down. Around 5 minutes later Gerard started banging on the door, telling him to hurry up. Frank got shakily to his feet, forgetting that he actually needed to pee.

"About time. Go sit in the corner, facing it. I don't want to fucking look at you" Gerard snapped. Frank wiped his cheeks free of tears and made his way to the furthest corner, still in his underwear.

Gerard watched him, shaking slightly. He watched Frank sit down and cross his legs, his shoulders hunched and his head bowed. It was a pathetic sight to see.

Gerard turned away, sighing. He finally exited the room, leaving the crying boy behind him. He needed Mikey.

Notes

So I'm in Berlin at the minute, it's really nice. I'm pretty sure my roommates think I'm a little weird though.