“Frank.” Gerard’s tone was pleading now and I stared at him. He looked into my eyes, a hurt expression on his face. “There’s nobody there.”
Finally I realized that the only thing I had to look forward to was Eric visiting later today – and after yesterday’s experience, I was still trying to figure out if that was a good thing or a bad thing. I still wasn’t sure what he had meant by, “Sometimes you’ve got to hurt people, before they hurt you.” The way he had said it had sent chills up my spine – and yet I still wanted to talk to him to figure out what exactly he had meant.
I didn’t eat anything at lunch or dinner. I knew I was going to regret it later, but I was too lost in thought to even touch my food – and by the time I realized that I hadn’t taken a bite, it was time to report back to the rooms.
Gerard and I walked back in silence and I had to admit, I was almost grateful for Ray’s non-stop chatter and slightly regretful when he had to go into his room.
“I’ll see you guys later!! And I’ll be sure to let you know if I see another sign!” He added. I gave him a thumbs up and he grinned before Bob closed the door in his face.
When Gerard and I got into our rooms, I sat down on my bed and he changed the sheets on his, in silence. Finally I couldn’t help but to ask, “What did I do?” quietly.
He stared at me in confusion. “What do you mean?” He asked after a moment’s pause.
“You’re ignoring me. Or you were. All day.” I added, frowning. “I just wanna know what I did.” Normally I’d be swearing right now, calling him a dick for avoiding me for no reason – but for some reason I couldn’t yell at Gerard. The look on his face every time I did made my heart feel like it was going to break – Once again, I didn’t know why.
He shrugged. “You didn’t do anything.” He mumbled. God, he was such a bad liar.
I rolled my eyes and snorted. “I know I did something. You don’t just ignore someone for no reason.” I pointed out.
He shrugged his shoulders and started to say something when the door opened. Eric peeked in. He smiled when he saw me and took a step inside, but then took a step back when he saw Gerard. His smile turned into a sneer and he glared at me. He frowned and mouthed. “I’ll be back later.” Then closed the door – a little too loudly in my opinion.
“Frank?” Gerard asked, frowning.
“Sorry.” I apologized for Eric and turned my attention back to Gerard. “What were you saying?”
“Nothing just… I don’t know.” He shifted uncomfortably on the bed. “Frank, I don’t think… you talking to Eric is a… good thing.” He said slowly, as if he was trying to find the correct words.
That’s exactly what my parents had said. What the fuck?
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I demanded.
He shrugged his shoulders and looked even more uncomfortable. “I think you should see Ms. Hart—“
“Did you tell her that Eric was here?!” I asked in disbelief.
He paused then slowly nodded his head. That little…
“I didn’t want to, Frank. I was just freaked out!” He cried out, gripping the blanket in his hands.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I screamed at him. How fucking dare he do that? Now Hart was going to make Eric go away. Though we had already gotten into a fight when he showed up in the room yesterday – I still didn’t want him to go.
“I didn’t… I just…” He looked like he was going to cry. Fucking baby.
“She’ll probably call the cops on him or something!!” I yelled, chucking whatever I could grab at Gerard, which was just a pillow and his stupid little notepad. Both hit him on the head and he scrunched up into a ball, moving towards the back corner of the room. “You fucking idiot!”
Now he was crying. And for some reason I didn’t feel bad. “Damn it!” I grumbled. I got up out of bed. I had to go find Eric before Hart did.
“You can’t go out there! It’s past curfew!” Gerard pointed out, tears still running down his face.
“Go to sleep, freak.” I muttered before leaving the room.
I looked both ways as if I was crossing the street, before I continued down the hall. Where would he be? “Eric?” I whispered, hoping that he would be able to hear me. “Eric, where are you?”
“Frank?” Eric came out from behind one of the corners. I let out a sigh of relief. Before I could say anything. He ran up and grabbed my arm. “C’mon. We can’t talk out here – someone will see us.” He led me towards the back exit where we spent our outside time. I was about to warn him about the alarms going off, but he typed in a four digit code on the small silver keypad, and opened the door with no trouble.
I didn’t think to ask him how he knew the pass code, because I knew that Eric just… knew things. I followed him outside into the cold rain. “Eric, Gerard told Hart you’re here. She’ll call the—“
“I don’t care what Hart does.” Eric spat. “And I don’t want to fucking hear about Gerard right now. I need to talk about you.” I frowned. Me? “Yes, you.” Another thing I hated about Eric was that he seemed to know what I was thinking. “You have to get out of here, Frank.”
I scoffed. What was that supposed to mean?
“It means you just have to get out of here. You don’t belong here.” He grabbed me by the shoulders. “You’re not crazy like everyone else. You don’t belong here.”
I blinked. “I can’t just run off. There’s no way out.”
“The front door?”
I rolled my eyes. “It’s covered by guards and security and there are alarms.”
“Forget that. I’ll take care of them.”
I didn’t think to ask what he meant by that either. Then another thought hit me. “Gerard… I don’t want to leave without Ger—“
“Would you fucking forget about Gerard?!” Eric screamed and his hand came down hard on my cheek. Eric had never hit me before. He blinked. “He’s a murderer. He actually does belong here!”
I shook my head. “But he’s—“
I turned around. In a black t-shirt and his pajama bottoms, Gerard stood, soaked only a few feet away. His hair was plastered to his face.
“Gerard, what the fuck are you doing out here?”
I ran over to him, leaving Eric glaring behind me. Gerard was shaking and you could see his breath as he coughed. “Dude, you’re gonna get sick. You gotta get inside. I’ll be just a minute—“
“Frank.” Gerard’s voice cracked. He looked up at me with those big green eyes. “Frank, there’s something I have to tell you.”
“Well, it can wait. Go inside and get warm. I’ve got to talk to—“
“Frank.” Gerard’s tone was pleading now and I stared at him. He looked into my eyes, a hurt expression on his face.
“There’s nobody there.”
Author's Note- Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter guys! :) I was pretty surprised to see how many people liked it. Keep 'em coming. :) x