Mr. Way - Frerard

That night, I decided I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to listen to one of my Ma’s voicemails. I took a deep breath and clicked the button on my phone. I regretted it immediately. My Ma’s voice shook, and it was clear that she was crying.

“Frankie… I don’t know why you’d do this to me. You’ve always been a sweet boy. You’re all I have, honey. The police are looking for you. You’re a missing person. I don’t know if they’re right or not, but they’ve linked your disappearance to a teacher from your school… Gerald Way, was it? I’m not sure. Please call me, Frankie, please come home.”

I put my phone down. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I was torn. My poor mother was in pieces, she needed her boy back. But I loved Gerard so much, more than I’d ever loved another human being, and more than I ever would.

I didn’t hear Gerard enter the kitchen, where I was, but suddenly he was holding me in his arms, and I was grasping onto him so tightly in the hopes that I’d never have to let him go.

“Gerard…” I sobbed.

“Shhh, it’s alright baby, it’s okay,” he whispered into my hair.

“I don’t want to lose you,” I whimpered.

“You never will, sweetheart,” he reassured me.

“But I will! The universe is against us, Gerard! They’re going to take you away from me, and I’ll never see you again!”

Gerard didn’t reply, just clutched me as hard as I was him. I felt his body start to shake with silent tears. The both of us were falling apart.

Mikey came into the kitchen. “I really don’t want to interrupt, but… our mom just called.”

Gerard gasped, pulling away from me, but still with his hands on my arms.

“I didn’t tell her you were here, but I have to. The police are involved,” he said reluctantly.

Gerard started to protest, but Mikey cut him off sharply. “What you’re doing, as much as I accept you, is against the law. You’re my brother, and I’d do anything for you, but I’m drawing a line. Not to mention the fact that Mom and Dad are in pieces.” Neither of us said anything.

“I’m sorry. I really am,” he said, and left the room. Gerard and I both knew that he was going to call someone right then. We kissed, and it was a mess of lips and tongue and salty tears, but we didn’t care.

“I’ll never see you again, Frankie,” he sobbed, “I’m so sorry.”

“Stop fucking apologising,” I cried, pressing my body against his, as if we could get so close that they’d never be able to pry us apart.

We repeated the same words to each other, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

They would take Bandit away from him, he’d never be able to get a job again. Would he go to jail? I didn’t know, but we’d never be able to be together again. My life had ended, and so had his.

Notes

I am so fucking emotional at my own fic