Party Poison

Frankie's POV-

I let Gerard lead me back to Party Poison, hoping that he won't do anything to me...

Frank, why do you get yourself in these situations? You could get raped again.

Again... that's right. I've been raped before!

NO STOP THINKING ABOUT IT!

He could be working for the guy that raped me.

He could be following us right now!

No, stop thinking!

I whimpered, thinking about my past, folding my arms tightly across my chest as I was walking.

Gerard heard me, and glanced behind him, ''You okay?''

I nodded, tightening my grip on my chest, suddenly feeling very aware of Gerard's every move, keeping my distance from the potential raper, ''Y-yeah, I'm just cold.''

He nodded, ''Well, we're here now.''

I followed him in.

God, I wish I hadn't agreed to this...

Wait, Gerard said that he had 'comforted me at night' when I had my usual night terror, that meant... he could have already raped me!

''Frank?''

Gerard snapped me out of my thoughts and looked up, ''Hm?''

''You can sit over there-'' He pointed to a couch, ''I'll make some more coffee.''

I nooded, awkwardly sitting on the couch, crossing my legs, making sure I was taking up as little space as possible.

I glanced around the room, a few comics stuck with blue tack to the walls, a small coffee table in the middle, and a normal sized tv, pretty nice, and homely.

Gerard returned, holding two cups of coffee and handed one to me.

Shit, he could've poisoned it! Don't drink it Frank! He could still be working for your dad despite him saying no... or he could be with that rapist...

''Frank...? Aren't you going to take the coffee...?'' He said, confused, still holding the coffee towards me.

I bit my lip, unsure of how to tell him what I was thinking, if he in fact is not working for my dad or the rapist, wouldn't it be considered rude if you ask someone if they had poisoned your drink?

''What's wrong?'' Gerard asks me.

Before I could reply, someone came barging in, making me jump.

''MIKEY! YOU SCARED THE LIVING SHIT OUT OF ME!'' Gerard exclaimed, quickly placing the cups on the table, heading over to the so called 'Mikey'.

''No, only teenagers scare the living shit out of you my sweet brother!'' Mikey replies, before seeing me and adding, ''Who's this?''

I shifted uncomfortably, but didn't say anything trying to hide behind my hair.

''Mikey, this is Frank, this is Mikey, my brother.'' Gerard, conveniently leaving out the fact that I'm homeless and he doesn't even know me.

''Hey Frank'' Mikey smiled at me, and I responded by giving him a small smile and a little wave.

''He looks kinda young for you, Gee'' Mikey joked, making me nervouse even though I knew he was joking.

''Ha ha, he's a friend.'' Gerard laughing, mockingly at Mikey.

''So, Frank what do you do for work?'' Mikey asks trying to make a convo, and I panic before coming up with: ''Ohh, I uh I'm looking for a job, I only just hit the age of being to work where I want to start off; I've never actually worked before so I figured at a gas station would be an okay place to start.''

He nodded, ''Yeah, that's a good idea, well, I'm a therapist, and Gee here runs the club that we are currently underneath''

Gerard smirked, as he continued moving the furniture around to suit him.

I nodded, really just wanting to leave.

Mikey turned to his brother, ''So, has your regular customer came here recently? Like he has a private appointment with one of my friends, and she's wondering when she'll need to go into work.''

''Which one?'' Gerard replies.

''Roger Iero.'' Mikey replies.

I shoot up hearing my dad's name.

Shit! He comes here? He could be here now! He's going to hurt me!!!

My breathing starts o hitch and quicken, as my heart beats so fast I feel like it will pump out of my chest.

Gee's POV-

Frank shoots up after Mikey says my customer's name, and he starts breathing fast, and he looks like he's going to pass out.

''He's having a panic attack, I know what to do.'' Mikey says, rushing to Frank's side, and sitting him down back on the couch.

Well, shit.

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