Insanity Drives Men To Do Ghastly Things. Frankies Dad....Oh How I Hate You.
i stood with bob, ray and mikey at the top of the stairs; all of us terrifyed. we could hear frankie screaming with fear and pain; each shriek broke my heart a little more.
"now it's time to end your life." i heard frankies dad say. i froze and turned to the guys. we all shared the same expression; pure horror. there was rustling from downstairs followed by the unmistakable sound of a gun being reloaded.
"we've gotta go save him...please!" i pleaded to bob, ray and mikes. they looked at me with despair and sighed in defeat.
"okay...but tread carefu---"
frank let out a high pitched scream filled with pain. we fell silent and rushed down the stairs to see frankie in a huddle on the floor, blood pooling around his body. in those few mintues my whole life had been taken from me.
"n-no." i breathed and franks dad turned to face me. franks dad was well built and tall. he had tattoos and a nasty scar running down his cheek. he looked at me a hissed. bob, ray and mikey stood next to me, like family.
"who the FUCK are you people?" he hissed. i was suddenly aware frankie had started crying softly and shaking. i felt rage boil up inside of me. it wanted to escape, like lava flowing from a volcano...and i was about to explode.
"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" i screamed and picked up a baseball bat with dried blood on. i hurled it at franks dad and it hit him in the chest. he stumbled back and yelled out in rage.
"WHAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO DO THAT?!" he growled at me. i shrunk back and felt small but i plucked up the courage to tell franks father everything he'd hate.
"i'm franks boyfriend. and these are his friends." i smirked. franks dads face flushed a violent red before turning into an expression of sheer anger. frankie started groaning on the floor and his father went over to him, smiling sycoticly.
"oh boy....i'm gonna enjoy killing you." he smiled and aimed the gun at frankies chest.
"DON'T YOU DARE HURT HIM! i'm here to make you pay for everything you've ever done to frank! the beatings and neglect...your a monster." i spat at him with disgust. franks dad looked at me, his gun still aimed at frank, and smiled.
"ha. he told you did he? i guess he didn't tell you about the rape then did he? you weren't there to save him the first time. or the second time...or even the time i made his goddamn mother watch. you were never there. franks going to die without a saviour, boy. you were too fucking late." he grinned and looked at the gun with a sort of 'lust' in his eyes. i looked at frank. he had propped himself up against the couch and was looking at me with sad and tortured eyes. i looked at him face. the burned skin and dried blood covering most of it. i felt tears prick the corners of my eyes. how could frank go through so much mental and physical abuse and not say a word. and how could franks dad do something so vile to his own son. it was disgusting. the rage inside of me wanted to speak...all i could think of was one simple sentence: some serious shit is gonna go down.
"Y-You RAPED HIM!" i screamed at the top of my lungs, letting fury and anger fly at the man opposite me. he smiled and laughed as if it was okay. he had turned insane. i felt someone tug at my arm. i turned and saw mikey, his eyes scared and doubtful.
"shsshhh...please calm down, he has a gun!" he whispered and i realised he was right. franks dad could shoot anyone at anymoment and i was determined for all of us to make it out alive. if anything happened in this house i wouldn't be able to think straight. i would most likely end up in a mental hospital or on a lame british chat show called 'jeremy kyle'. i sighed and faced franks syco of a dad once again who was looking at frank with an evil glint in his eyes.
"now...frank, you never were supposed to be on this earth in the first place so lets do the world a favour and get rid of your sorry ass." franks dad spat at his child. the meer sight of it made me feel physically sick.
"p-please. no." frank whimpered. i looked at frank and saw the terror in his eyes. his father aproached frank and hit him with the gun round the back of the head. frank fell to the floor and didn't get up. franks dad turned to me and laughed.
"relax, he's not dead....yet...you kids have seen too much. i'm gonna have to ki---" franks dad smiled before being cut off by a strange nosie in the distance.
I knew that sound. it was a police siren, and it was getting closer. i turned to face the guys and bob smiled before showing me his phone. the illumintaed screen showed a call to the police had taken place. i smiled and faced franks dad and flashed him a grin. his face showed something none of us would expect to see, fear.
"give it up mr. iero. we've won, frankies safe now." ray grinned with satisfaction. the police were getting closer now. every second they were closing in, the sirens getting louder. more hope filling us each second. franks dad looked at us and smiled.
"oh...i see it's 'game over' for me now.....wrong....* he grinned before kneeling down next to frankie and pushing the gun into his chest.
"lights out frankie boy. see ya in hell." franks dad laughed before pulling the trigger.
i looked at frank. his eyes flashed with panic before glazing over. his body went from stiff and upright to limp and sprawled out on the floor in milliseconds. i looked at him, on the floor....bleeding heavily. the one i loved, slowly dying. wilting like a rose in summer heat. i let a tear slide from my cheek. just then the police barged in, knocking the door down and yelling threats at franks dad. knowing i was now safe i ran to the one i loved and held him close. his eyes were fluttering and his body shaking slightly.
"call an ambulance! and hurry!" i yelled to bob who began fumbling around with his moblie phone. i blocked out everything else and focused on frank but no matter how hard i tried i could hear police and franks dad in the back ground followed by a 'clink' of handcuffs. i shook my head and went back to looking a frankie. he opened his eyes and smiled weakly.
"g-gee." he smiled softly before shaking more. his blood was soaking into my shirt at a rapid speed. he was losing too much blood.
"look at me frankie, don't close your eyes, it'll be okay." i smiled and tried to keep eye contact with my lover. he smiled and looked at me with pure honesty.
"t-take care of my g-guitar and the g-guys." he groaned with pain started to turn in my arms.
"no, don't talk like that baby!" i smiled encouragingly. i wasn't about to let frankie give up. he put his hand up to my cheek and smiled.
"you're strong g-gee....i'll miss you." he sighed and closed his eyes. his muscles stopped twitching and fell limp. i felt a lump in my throat.
"No Frankie, Don't Die On Me!" i cried putting emphasis on each word, hoping he would hear. i put my fingers to his neck and began to feel for a pulse. i sighed with releive, it was there...small, but there...but it was slowing down.
"Where is the wounded?!" i heard someone yell. i turned to the door and saw two paramedics standing in the doorway.
"HERE, HURRY!" i cried and turned back to frankie. the burn on his face had stopped bleeding but still looked quite gruesome. i winced and turned to medics. they wheeled in a stretcher and picked up franks limp body.
"please save him." i sobbed as they ran out of the door, frankie with them. me, ray, mikes and bob ran after him and watched frank get wheeled into the ambulance and taken down the road. i fell to my knees and cried on the harsh concrete of the open road. the ambulance lights still flashing in the distance.
"we never should have left him down there alone in the first place..." ray sighed and put his hand on my shoulder. i looked at him and nodded. i looked up the sky and hoped there was someone up there.
"somebody? anybody? please let him fucking live." i whispered and bowed my head with sorrow. i got up and walked past the police car and saw franks dad inside, in a pair of handcuffs. i turned to the policeman and looked at him with pleading eyes. i wanted this guy to get the worst possible punishment ever for what he did to frankie.
"...life sentence with no bail." the policeman muttered before entering the iero household. i looked at franks dad and grimaced.
"you got what you deserved." i hissed before turning to ray and the guys. i wiped the tear flowing down my face and frowned.
"will frankie be okay?" i asked mikey, hoping for some hope. he looked at me and sighed.
"i don't know gee...i just don't know."
okay....done :) the story continues! yay :) next chapter up soon, i promise and please R&R and i'll make sure this story has a sequel :D xoxoxoxo
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