Honeyboy.

When Frank woke up he was filled with confusion, greeted with a screaming match downstairs. It was Gerard's voice and one he didn't recognize.

Frank sat quietly, sitting up in the bed
A man appearing beside Gerard immediately after, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Gerard, he doesn't look as happy and fine as you said he did." The man said, looking at Frank's tiny wide eyed figure critically.

"Shut the fuck up Mikey. You don't know shit. I'm treating my honeyboy just fine." Gerard spat out, pushing the other man's, Mikey's, hand off of his shoulder.

"Tell him Frankie. Tell him how lovely I've been to you. Remember our dinner last night? I made you yummy soup." Gerard spoke softly, looking at Frank with pleading eyes, his voice like one of a mother trying to coax her child to stay with her after a nasty divorce.

Frank stared at him with fear quite evident on his face, nodding a little. "Y-Yes." He squeaked out pathetically, not sure what to do.

If he stayed with Gerard he'd likely be killed soon enough. But if he went with Mikey, he didn't know what would happen. There's a chance that he'd be brought back to his family, but more likely than that he'd probably be killed immediately. After all, he'd be at risk of leaking information if they let him go back to his family.

"Yes what baby? Yes I treat you good? Yes you want to stay with me?" Gerard asked, his tone frantic and worried. Frank went to speak, but his voice cracked and his eyes flooded with tears that he quickly wiped away. Mikey and Gerard's eyes both went wide, unsure of what was happening.

"Yeah. You treat me fine." The boy choked out, a tear slipping out that he wiped away with the back of his hand.
"But if you think I'd rather stay here and get killed after you're done having fun with me, then you're a fucking idiot." Frank said, Gerard going blank for a moment as Mikey looked at Gerard.

"Then why don't you go with Mikey, Frank? See all the things he has to offer you." Gerard said, keeping his voice monotone and his expression unreadable, because if he let his emotions slip out, he'd fall apart. Frank was the first thing he'd let himself get attached to in a long time, and if Frank left, he wasn't sure what he'd do.

Frank stared at them for a moment before speaking again. "If i did that, I'd be even more of an idiot." He said. "Gerard won't kill me right away. All Mikey has to offer me is a loaded gun and a shoddy burial." Frank said bitterly, a small smile cracking Gerard's blank face.

"Clever little honeyboy I have." He said, pulling Mikey out of the room by his wrist, pausing before he closed the door.
"There are clothes laid out in the bathroom for you, Frankie. I'll be up in 30 minutes. We're going to go somewhere." He said. And then the door shut and the lock clicked.

Notes

The garbage truck is back with another well waited for installment to this landfill i call a fanfic