Cry Baby (Frerard)

After fucking Gerard again and cleaning up the hotel room of the mess Gerard made with his own feces, Frank slept alone in the bed. He made Gerard sleep on the floor with some pillows and blankets to avoid making another mess on the bed. Frank barely got an hour of sleep knowing what ensued beforehand. He laid in bed, feeling as suicidal as he’s ever been in the past. He knew he became a monster, and he fucking hated it. It’s not like him being away with Gerard would last much longer, anyway. Gerard’s mental state has been declining as much as his, and Frank was already running low on money for gas and motel fare. He laid in bed, contemplating how he could possibly off himself. What about Gerard, though? He couldn’t leave Gerard alone with his dead body. He’s already traumatized the boy enough. Maybe he could leave Gerard behind in the hotel room and drive off a cliff, he thought himself. Someone would sooner or later find Gerard alone in the room, wondering where the hell Frank went off without him, and would be returned home to his mother. He heard Gerard shift in bed and wake up. Now wasn’t a time to pull this plan off, Frank told himself. He’ll wait til Gerard’s sleeping later tonight.
“M-me wanna w-watch t-t.v, F-frankie,” Gerard mumbled, rubbing his sleepy eyes. Frank was stunned that Gerard didn’t remember what happened to him last night. Or did he?
“Sure, Gee,” Frank said, turning on the television with the remote. He was about to change it to a cartoon channel when his eyes suddenly widened at what he saw on the news--someone that looked familiar, but has never met before. He looked at the bottom left hand corner of the screen to see the person’s name--Mikey Way, younger brother of Gerard Way.
“Can you tell me a bit more about your brother? Have you talked to him before he disappeared?” a female reporter asked, holding a microphone to the young boy with brown hair and glasses. There was something unsettling about his face; it was bruised badly, and he had a black eye under one of the lenses of his glasses.
“I haven’t been able to. My dad never let me talk to him, even when I asked him to,” Mikey said. “I used to be kinda scared of talking to Gerard, knowing how he was. I realized that it was terrible of me to be afraid of him. He’s my brother,”
“Why wouldn’t your dad let you talk to Gerard, Mikey?” the reporter questioned.
“My dad said it’s because he didn’t want me talking to retards. He pretty much disowned Gerard after what happened to him. He would get drunk every night, which I guess is why he’d say such nonsense,”
“You thankfully were able to run away from your dad’s house and report him to child protective services. You’re now living with your mom in New Jersey, and you said you’re looking for Gerard, right?”
“Yes, I am. I want my brother to be home and safe, just like me. I regret being afraid of him all this time. He’s my big brother, and...I miss him,” Mikey said, his voice becoming choked back by tears. He turned his head to face Frank, his eyes red and watery. “Gerard, if you’re watching this...please come home. I...I love you,”
Frank dropped the remote and covered his agape mouth with both hands. Now he really felt worse than shit. Here is Gerard’s younger brother, who has been living in a broken home with his abusive father, looking for his older mentally handicapped brother with his distraught mother, who Frank has been hurting in so many ways. Frank knew he couldn’t turn himself in. He didn’t deserve to sit in a prison cell with free food, shelter, and medical care. He deserved much worse than that. He deserved to die. He couldn’t wait now. He had to leave Gerard behind and end his life.
“L-look, F-frankie!” Gerard exclaimed happily, pointing to the t.v screen with Mikey still on it. “M-mikey on t-t.v! M-mikey m-my b-brother!”
“I know, Gee,” Frank said somberly, getting up outta bed and dressing himself in a plaid flannel shirt over a black t-shirt, as well as a pair of jeans. He grabbed his car keys. “I gotta go somewhere, buddy. You stay here, alright?”
“N-no! M-me come w-with!” Gerard pouted. “W-we g-gotta l-leave t-together, or th-the b-boogeyman c-come get us!”
“No, Gerard. You gotta stay here. There’s no such thing as a boogeyman--”
“Yes th-there is!” Gerard screamed, making Frank flinch a bit at how infuriated Gerard quickly became. “L-lola and th-the aliens s-said th-there is!”
“Lola and the aliens are not real, and neither is the boogeyman! Now just stay there while I go--”
“N-no! Y-you a l-liar!” Gerard screamed again, reaching into Frank’s bag and pulling out the scissors he used to cut his and Gerard’s hair. He held it at Frank, threatening him. “Y-you a f-fucking liar, F-frankie!”
“Gerard, put those down!” Frank yelled, backing away from the psychotic boy.
“Y-you a l-liar, F-frankie!” Gerard ran towards Frank with the scissors. Frank dodged Gerard’s attack, running to the other corner of the room. He knew what was ensuing--not only is Gerard off his medication, but he’s also snapped after all the abuse he’s been put through. He’s gone mad, with rage in his eyes.
“Gerard...put the scissors down,” Frank said calmly. “I’ll give you some candy if you--”
“N-no! I’m g-gonna kill y-you, you m-motherfucker!” Gerard hollered, running towards Frank again. He held him back, holding his arms away from him, the scissors inches away from his face.
“Gerard, stop it! Just calm down, Gee!” Frank pleaded, struggling with the fighting boy in his grip. “You’re gonna hurt me--”
“I’m g-gonna k-kill you, F-frankie! I’m g-gonna--”
Frank threw Gerard off of him, making Gerard hit his head hard against the corner of the nightstand. Gerard collapsed to the floor, with blood leaking from the wound from his head, chunks of blood and brain matter on where Gerard hit his head on the nightstand. His body soon began to tense up, convulsing violently with his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his mouth frothing.
“Fuck! Gerard, no!” Frank screamed, bending down to Gerard’s aid. He held Gerard down to prevent hitting himself as he shook. Gerard was having a seizure, and there was nothing Frank could do. “Gerard, look at me! Please!”
Hearing no response from the shaking Gerard, Frank screamed as he continued to hold Gerard. He couldn’t call an ambulance for him, or else that would mean Frank would be arrested, caught for all he’s done. He didn’t know what to do to treat Gerard’s wounds either, or how to stop him from convulsing. He knew there were no options for him, except for one…
Frank laid down Gerard and reached for the scissors on the floor. He felt himself shake as he held them above Gerard, crying uncontrollably. He had to end Gerard’s life before he could end his. He had to end his suffering.
“I’m sorry, Gee…,” Frank said, shutting his eyes as he stabbed Gerard right in the stomach numerous times, the sound of puncturing skin and blood splattering echoing in his mind. He heard Gerard gag and cough, with blood running out of his mouth and staining his yellow shirt. Frank screamed as he opened the scissors and closed them around Gerard’s throat, cutting it open with more blood staining him and Gerard, ripping through veins and muscles. He then dropped the scissors and grabbed Gerard, cradling his shaking and bleeding body as he rocked him back and forth, with the boy still coughing, gagging, and convulsing.
“Shh, Gee. Don’t cry. Frankie’s here,” Frank whispered to him, choked back by tears. He opened up his mouth to sing to Gerard one last time. “Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you are…,”
Gerard’s body went limp in Frank’s arms, the convulsing coming to a stop. He looked down at the boy, his eyes wide and as lifeless as the rest of his body, his mouth slightly agape. Frank shut Gerard’s eyes and cried violently on him, still rocking him in his arms. Gerard Way, the man with the mind of a child, has been killed by his hands. There was one last thing Frank wanted to do to him before Frank would take his own life. He wanted to die fulfilling his desires one last time. He knew he was a monster. He might as well act like one.
“I’m sorry, Gerard...I’m so sorry!” Frank cried, kissing Gerard’s cold forehead. Frank pulled down his pants and turned around Gerard’s body onto his belly, pulling down his pants and diaper. “I...I love you, Gee…,” he said, lowering his body down to Gerard’s.

_ _ _
Frank cleaned up Gerard’s body after fucking him, then put him in his favorite Batman pajamas and tucked him under the covers of the bed, giving him his teddy bear and wrapping it under Gerard’s limp right arm. He tried to clean up all the blood from Gerard as best as he could. He figured all the blood had drained from Gerard’s body by now. It wouldn’t matter if more blood came out and stained the sheets; Frank knew he was gonna die soon anyway. He got himself dressed in some clean clothes and kissed Gerard goodnight, leaving behind his luggage. He grabbed his keys and made his way to the car, starting up the engine and driving out of the parking lot and onto the main roads, which were obviously empty at this time of night. He searched around for any cars he could get into a head-on collision with, being sure to keep his seatbelt off. After more than ten minutes, Frank was beginning to lose his patience. There just had to be another car around here somewhere, he thought to himself.
“Come on! Come the fuck on!” Frank screamed. All he wanted to do was to get into an accident and die already. If only he could find those damn scissors he misplaced after killing Gerard, then he coulda just stabbed himself in the chest and bleed to death. “Come on, come on! Come on, come on!”
Frank pulled over to the side of the road and stopped the car, putting it in park. He screamed, slamming his fists on the wheel. He was ready to give up until he found a set of headlights coming up the road. Upon closer inspection, he noticed it was a semi-truck. Frank’s eyes lit up, and he immediately put his car and drive, speeding towards it. The semi honked loudly, telling Frank to get the hell outta the way, but he didn’t stop. He shut his eyes, seeing a smiling Gerard in his mind as he crashed head on with the semi, his body propelling forward through the windshield and being mangled in the collision.

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