Barbed Wire Love

Frank woke up to an empty bed the next morning. Gone again, Frank thought to himself as he sat up, pressing a hand into the other side of the mattress. Cold. Gerard must have been gone a while.

He slowly traipsed down to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from the fridge and cracking it open. It was odd how comfortable he felt just taking things without permission now. His mom would've never permitted him beer, never mind at 11 in the morning. He gulped it down eagerly, feeling the ice cold drink slide down his throat and chill his insides. He shivered subconsciously, going over to the coat closet and sliding on Gerard's trench coat.

Frank heard the sound of the front door opening and leapt to his feet excitedly, hoping for it to be Gerard. Instead, he was greeted by a more stern, sharp featured version of Gerard. Frank scrambled backwards, pulling the coat around him quickly, praying Mikey hadn't seen him. He was too slow however, and Mikey's eyes snapped to the door, striding quickly into the hallway.

"Hey, you" Mikey snapped, unzipping his jacket, throwing it to the ground and starting towards Frank. "I want a word with you"

Frank set the beer can down as quietly as he could and backed towards the wall. The back of his head hit the wall first and he threw his hands out to steady himself. Mikey's eyes narrowed, trailing down Frank's small frame and taking in his brother's coat.

"Y-yes?"

"You" Mikey repeated, his eyes so cold Frank was surprised he hadn't turned to ice by now. "You've broken my brother"

"I've what?" Frank whispered.

"Broken him, you little shit. He's always going on sad little rants about you. One week he comes to me crying- literally crying- the next he's blabbering on about how precious you are. I know he thinks he's "in love" with you or some soppy fucking shit like that, but it's stupid. It's stupid and weak and... He needs to stop. You need to be stopped. It's physiological fucking torture you're pulling on him" Mikey glanced over to his jacket. "Pick that up"

Frank prized himself off the wall and scrambled over to lift Mikeys jacket. Mikey snatched it off him, sliding it back on.

"Oh, and one more thing. I know your stupid mother isn't going to pay a dime to get you back. I know Gerard's only keeping you because he thinks he's in love with you. You think you're safe as long as he keeps up his little obsession don't you?

"But Gerard isn't the only one who can make decisions who to put a bullet through. I can do that too, kid. So you better watch your back"

Mikey slid his sunglasses back on and stalked out of the kitchen, leaving Frank a trembling wreck against the wall.

He finally plucked up the courage to scrape himself off the wall and poke his head around the living room door. As suspected, Mikey was sitting on the couch with his feet on the table.

Frank gulped, retreating up the stairs. He crawled into his and Gerard's bed and pulled the duvet over him and curling into a ball, praying for Gerard to come home.

*

It must have been approaching two hours where Frank had pay staring at the ceiling. The phone rang out, and Frank flinched. Gerard had always told him not to pick up the phone. It's not like he could use it anyway, as Gerard had altered it somehow so he was unable to make calls, only receive them. It went to answer phone after a few rings before Frank could consider checking the caller ID.

"Hey Frankie, I just remembered you don't answer the phone... so thanks for listening to me I guess? Unless you're still sleeping then in that case get up you lazy bum" he chuckled easily. "Its easier that you didn't pick up anyway, because if I heard your voice I wouldn't want to hang up and I'd be here all day"

Frank paused, his hand clasped around the phone, just about to answer. He slowly put it back on it's cradle, lying back onto the bed and taking in Gerard's voice.

"Sorry I'm not there. I'll try to be back by tonight, but I'll probably be caught up. Listen, I know I never really said it... but I appreciated you listening to me last night. I needed someone to vent it to, and you... you're the only one who I can do that with so... Thank you" he cleared his throat. "Anyway, you're probably sleeping, so you'll hear this when you wake up. I need to go, I love you very-"

"-Hey Gerard, cute speech"

Frank's heart dropped as he heard Mikey's voice ring out. Gerard chuckled nervously.

"Hi Mikes, didn't know you were there. Is Frank okay?" He added, suddenly stern.

"As far as I know. He scampered upstairs as soon as I came in. Not the best hospitality, to be honest"

"Oh, okay. Don't disturb him then"

"Wouldn't dream of it"

"I'm guessing you were listening in on all that? Nosy shit. I won't be home tonight, as you've heard. You'd better leave"

"That's not very polite"

"And if you ate my piece of cheesecake I will kill you"

"I know better than that. I haven't forgotten what happened last time"

"What do you need anyway?"

"Air, food, water. Y'know, like most people"

"Right now, dickhead. Why are you in my house, did you need to talk to me or something?"

"That'll wait until you get back, your pet's probably listening in"

Frank bit his lip.

"He's sleeping, he never picked up. Aw damn, now he can't listen to the voicemail I left him"

"I'm sure I could summarise it for him" Mikey smirked.

"Don't bother. Just go quietly and leave him be, I'll come talk to you tomorrow. Bye Mikey"

"Bye Gee"

Notes

Sorry it's been so long, I've been lacking inspiration recently. Does anyone still follow this story anyway?

-killjoybyname