2 Years Later
(A/N sorry for time lapse but I really am tired of writing about Bert and being abusive and shit)

I heard footsteps coming down from the hall, the time was 6:40 and Bert would be coming soon. During the past two years, I've never felt more disgusted with myself. I never felt like a sex toy or slave than this. These have been the worst two years, I could've spent it with Frank. We could've went out to more concerts, I could've watched more concerts of his, and he could've done the same. We both would do acoustic sets with each other. We'd be in love. But no, Bert had to go psycho.

"Gerard, I made you pancakes." He entered the room.

"Go eat dick." I responded harshly and took the plate of shitty pancakes. I promised to not give in.

"Listen here Gerard-" I cut him off by giving him my infamous death glare.

"Don't fucking test me Bert. You know how I am now, you know you can't do shit."

"I can Gerard, just wait. I can."

"Go fuck one of your men. Go back to your girlfriend while you're at it too." I spat as he was walking out the door, he stopped in his tracks.

He turned around and ran towards me, he tackled me to the ground. This was my everyday morning routine, choking me. Then he slammed against the floor five times, I counted so I could keep consciousness. After about ten times of repetitive punching he got tired. My face wasn't as busted as it was the first time he did that. I grinned at him, he was weak. I wasn't. I didn't give in.

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2 years ago

I got my legs ready and then the door swung open. The two men looked at me, one of them smirking and left the serious, small one. For about five seconds, I finally got up. I kicked the man in the face and watched his body hit the ground. Surprisingly, there wasn't any sound. I ran and looked at my surroundings. I was close to my mom's place.

"Mom." I said out loud and started to run towards that direction of the house.

Then I heard tires screeching behind me, I looked behind me. I picked up my pace and started to run full speed. Then I saw a rock and then there was pain. A lot of blood, small black outs, and some attempt to keep running.

"You think you can run from me?!" He screamed into my face, my bloody face.

I smirked, "Yes." I tasted blood the moment I replied.

"Fucking bitch." He threw me to the ground and I was grabbed again. Then through me in the van.

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"You fucking psycho." I murmured to Bert as he was leaving.

"I'll be back for your punishment tonight."

"I told you to go back to your girlfriend." I smirked as he slammed the door.

My smirk faded away and I fell to the ground. My eyes began to create the salty water that comes out every night. The saltiness stings my cheeks and lip, as they have knew cuts and bruises. The amount of pain I go through for Frank, but is he even alive? What if he is and stopped looking for me? What if he's with another man? What if he broke his promise. Then I heard a small knock on the door.

"Come in." I got off the ground walked to the connected bathroom. I washed my face and watched blood go down the drain my the second.

"Remember me?" I heard a voice that sounded familiar.

"Yeah, hooker. Or was stripper?" I turned to him.

"Hooker, at the time but now I'm just working on films. Bert actually wanted to take me back and I agreed. Only because he mentioned he had you. Listen I'm going to get you out of here, Okay?"

"Okay. You better mean this."

"I do, I mean who do you think go you to the hospital?"

I smiled and then I felt more blood in my mouth. My smile turned into a frown and I turned away from the man. I spat in the faucet and there was the blood.

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Frank's POV

Two fucking years, I still haven't found him. He better be okay, I promised we'll see each other again. We promised. My stomachaches have been getting worse lately, it must be my anxiety. Gerard has got me all worked up. I smile at that and then I realize that now I needed to head out to look for him.

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2 Years Ago

"GERARD, RUN! GO!" I screamed at Gerard, trying to tell him to leave before this fuck gets him.

"Frank! Save yourself. GO! YOU RUN!" He yelled back as he was standing still, panicking. He never wanted leave in the first place.

"NO!" I turned around and ran to Gerard, "I'll hold them back." I kissed him passionately, and I felt it again. My love for him radiating all over my body and his. I could feel his love for me and I hope he could.

"GERARD! YOU CUNT! GET OUT OF THERE!" His screams were heard from the other and then I broke off the kiss.

"Go, just go. I'll see you soon babe. I promise. Just go. I love you so fucking much." I kissed Gerard every time I finished a phrase.

"I love you too babe. I love you so fucking much. Till we meet again. Huh?" Gerard's hands caressed my face.

"Yes," There was a bang on the door. He was coming, "He's going to come out of there, please just go. I can hold them back." We exchanged one last kiss and I told Gerard to leave.

Then once he left, Bert and his men broke the door. Shit. Then I saw Bert draw his gun, "You should've left him alone. You fucking bitch." He pulled the trigger. Then there was a loud bang and I was on the floor. I wasn't shot, but I made it seem like it.

I couldn't move though, I was in shock. The bullet had scraped my shirt. I most likely looked dead. They didn't bother to look at me, they hurried out the door. I couldn't do anything, nothing. Then my body went through a jump start and I got up. I ran out the door and looked for them, mainly Gerard. I knew where he was going and I hoped that Bert didn't. Then suddenly, I saw Gerard run to the train and Bert then did too. I tried to run but I was taken away by Bert's men.

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"Wherever you are Gerard, I'm coming for you." I got out of my bed and started my morning off pretty quick. Then I was suddenly on the road back to Newark, New Jersey.

Notes

Okay...so I felt like Frank's POV was much needed but this is his only POV in this story...but yeah...hope you all like it...and I'll probz update in like another few hours...we'll see

xo weenie <3