"If you ever even think about trying to escape again, I will break every single bone in that beautiful little body of yours. Do you understand me, sugar?"
And guess what! I'm fucking sick in the middle of the summer!
In the middle of the summmmer all was golden in the skyyyyy all was golden when the daaayyy met the niiiight
Alrighty. Also, I arranged two MCR medleys on piano and may be posting them on YouTube. I might. I don't know.
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Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own MCR. .___. But I do own my ideas, so if you steal them, I will track you down and feed you to my overweight cat.
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Forever and Ever and Ever...
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Frank was floating, swimming through the dark crevices of his mind. He didn't remember what happened, but he did know that he was unconscious.
His memories blurred past him like a bad television reception; memories of his friends, of school, of Jamia, of his family. But one memory really caught him by surprise.
A memory of his father.
His father hadn't crossed his mind since he passed away four years ago- probably because Frank wanted nothing more than to forget about him. You see, his father wasn't exactly a good father. After a day of hard work and one too many beers, he would come home to his wife and Frank, who at the time was only ten.
His father would find fault in everything that Frank did, resulting in him beating the ten year old to the brink of death. Frank's mother would always run downstairs and scream at her husband to stop, but he never would. Giving Frank one last kick to the head, he would then turn to his wife and do the same to her. This went on for two more years until he was killed in a drunk driving accident. It's safe to say that he was the one who was drinking.
When Frank received the news that his father had died upon impact, he didn't even shed a tear. Instead, he smiled. He smiled and he laughed. No more beating, no more insults. Frank was safe. He actually believed that at the time, too, but if only he knew the situation he was in now would be about a thousand times worse than the wrath of his father.
The memories began to fade and the darkness peeled itself away from Frank's vision. He groaned and shifted, slowly cracking his eyes open, which was a lot easier said than done since they currently felt as if they were superglued shut. Eventually, he got them open, only to wish he didn't.
Frank didn't exactly know where he was, but it was dark. It wasn't dark enough not to be able to see, but dark enough to make Frank's stomach twist in knots.
He was laying on a twin sized bed, the mattress hard and uncomfortable. He quickly sat up, a pain shooting through his neck from laying in one position for too long. He looked around the room, taking note that there were in fact windows, but they were covered by thick curtains. The walls were bare and looked to be covered in floral wallpaper, one section incredibly peeling and droopy. Finally, Frank found what he was looking for- a door.
He slowly stood up, the bed groaning loudly behind him. He cringed but kept going. He sleepily made his way to the door, tiptoeing across the faded carpeting. He was just about to reach for the doorknob when a voice he knew only too well sounded from one of the dark corners of the room.
"Well, well. Sleeping Beauty's finally awake. Nice of you to join the land of the living, Frankie."
Frank looked over to the corner of the room to see Gerard sitting in a desk chair, hands folded and smirking.
"I was afraid I'd given you too much and you'd died."
"Fuck you," Frank moaned, a horrible pain erupting in his head. "How long was I asleep?"
The older man ignored the insult and looked up as if in deep thought before replying, "A week."
If Frank had been drinking anything at that moment, he would've choked on it. "A WEEK?!"
Gerard smiled sweetly at him. "Well if I didn't knock you out, how else would I have gotten you here?"
Frank began to feel nauseated. He started fumbling for the doorknob behind him, finally finding it and throwing the door open. He stumbled through the doorway and began dizzily feeling his way down the much brighter hallway. With the gravity of his situation finally sinking in, Frank broke into a shaky sprint, stopping at the stairs and looking behind him.
Gerard was about ten feet behind Frank, so he had to act now. Gathering up all of his strength and courage, he jumped down the entire flight of stairs, crashing to the ground and rolling when he hit the landing. His arm now hurting like an absolute bitch, he pushed himself to keep going.
He tore through what looked to be the living room and bounded through the kitchen, at last making it to the door. He pulled it open with every ounce of strength he had left and gawked.
Outside the door was a porch, but beyond the porch were fields upon fields of corn. 'This has to be a joke', Frank thought. He looked around only to be met with more corn.
Frank felt a strong arm wrap itself around his stomach, pulling him into the broad chest behind him.
"You can't run away if the only escape route's a maze," the raven haired man taunted.
He slammed the door shut and locked it, wrapping his other arm around Frank's stomach, hoisting him into the air.
"Alright, let's get you some breakfast," Gerard said, glancing at the clock on the stove. "Or lunch, considering it's two in the afternoon."
Frank didn't even notice that his stomach was growling, but now that he thought about it, he hadn't eaten in a week.
Gerard set him down on one of the wooden chairs at the small kitchen table, giving him a stern "Don't even think about moving from that spot."
Frank just watched Gerard with wide, frightened eyes as he moved around the kitchen, putting ingredients together to make a sandwich. When he was done, he placed the plate down in front of Frank, along with a glass of soda, and slipped into the chair next to Frank.
Frank stared at the sandwich, noting the fact that it had bacon on it.
"It's vegan bacon," Gerard started. "Y'know, since you're a vegetarian and all."
Unnerved that Gerard knew that about him, he began picking at the sandwich, taking small nibbles here and there. He also noticed Gerard's hand lingering awfully close to his cup, but took nothing of it.
After about ten minutes, Frank finally finished his sandwich. Gerard shoved the soda at Frank. "Don't forget your drink."
Frank gulped it down, automatically starting to feel a little weird. His hazel eyes widened and he shot off towards the bathroom he saw before, slamming the door shut behind him. He barely even made it to the toilet before he began heaving his guts up, coughing and sputtering. After the minuscule amount of food in his stomach was gone, he continued to dry heave for a minute or two before finally collapsing against the bathtub.
Gerard opened the door to the bathroom when he heard Frank was finished and knelt down next to him. He reached up and flushed the toilet, the loud whooshing noise of the water filling the silent room. The taller man reached down and brushed Frank's sweaty hair away from his face, the strands sticking to his forehead. Frank tried to move away from the offending touch, but all of his energy was gone.
Gerard moved to stroke Frank's cheek before backhanding him harshly across the face.
"That was for trying to run away," Gerard seethed, his previously concerned face now contorted with rage.
"Y-You fucking p-poisoned me?" the smaller man stuttered, feeling as if he might be sick again. He bent over the toilet again, releasing the last bits of food in his stomach, flushing it down when he was done. Gerard simply stared.
He opened his mouth to speak but closed it, only to open it again. "I think it's time I teach you the rules," he barely whispered, grabbing Frank's arm and putting it around his shoulder. Frank moaned in pain as Gerard lifted him from the cool tile of the floor, walking him up the stairs and down the hall, into the room he woke up in.
The curtains were now open, allowing the afternoon sunshine to pour into the dusty room. Gerard set Frank down on the bed, pulling the covers over him before sitting down on the bed next to him.
"Now Frankie, if we're going to be able to get along, you need to follow a few rules around here," Gerard started, taking a deep breath. "No phone, no Internet, no going outside unless I tell you to, and if anyone comes to the door, you stay in this room. Okay?"
Frank nodded, his bleary eyes wide and terrified. Gerard smiled and stood up, heading towards the door. He stopped in the doorway and turned around to face Frank, a look on his face that Frank had never seen before; almost as if he regretted what he was doing.
"Oh, and Frankie? If you ever even think about trying to escape again, I will break every single bone in that beautiful little body of yours. Do you understand me, sugar?" he asked, his voice low and threatening.
Frank, who suddenly began to feel incredibly drained besides the fact that he'd just slept for a week, nodded sleepily, though still very aware of what Gerard said. But did that make him want to try and escape any less?
Sure, it would require a lot of planning to sneak past Gerard's watchful eye, but Frank really thought he'd be able to pull off an escape; and by the way things looked now, it was escape or die.
"Good." Gerard turned and walked out the door, turning off the lights and locking the door from the outside.
Frank's eyelids eventually felt too heavy, so he finally gave in and allowed them to close completely, sending Frank back to the depths of his mind.
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When Frank woke up what felt like hours later, the sick feeling in his stomach was gone, along with the pounding headache. As he rolled over to look out the window, he expected to see the house across the street from his and the large oak tree that grew outside his window, but he was instead greeted with the same corn fields he saw earlier.
As if on cue, the door opened, revealing Gerard in his usual all black attire. Upon seeing the raven haired man, Frank threw the covers off of him and stood up.
"I thought you might want some breakfast."
Frank blinked at him. "You're kidding me, right?"
Gerard chuckled and began taking small steps towards Frank. "Don't worry, I'm not going to poison it."
Frank let out a shaky breath he didn't even realize he was holding and nodded.
Gerard walked out of the room, motioning for Frank to follow. Gerard stood outside the door, waiting for Frank. The two walked through the long hallway and down the stairs, Gerard keeping a warning arm around Frank at all times. When they finally made it to the kitchen, Frank sat down in the chair he was in before, a breakfast of eggs, toast, grapefruit, and coffee in front of him.
Gerard sat across from Frank, motioning for the boy to eat as he dug into his own breakfast. Gerard noticed Frank picking up a spoon for the grapefruit but not the sugar. "You might wanna put a little sugar-" he started, but Frank already had half of the fruit gone, his stomach empty as it was. "-on that."
Frank looked up at Gerard, his cheeks filled with eggs. Gerard couldn't help but laugh at how adorable the younger man looked.
The two ate together in silence until Frank brought up a question that'd been bothering him ever since he arrived at the house. "Um....Gerard?" he questioned, nervous to what the man's reaction would be.
"Mmm?" the older man replied.
"You're not gonna um....rape me or anything, right?"
Gerard spit his coffee all over the table, a look of disbelief on his face. "I know I'm a lot of terrible things, but if there's one thing I absolutely am not, it is a rapist."
"Oh, sorry." Frank muttered, completely and utterly confused.
"Plus," Gerard began. "I wouldn't even think about having sex with you until you're at least eighteen."
Now it was Frank's turn to spit his coffee everywhere. "Eighteen?! You're keeping me here for two more years?!"
Gerard let out a very high pitched laugh, a single tear rolling down his face. "Of course not!" Frank sighed in relief. "Silly Frankie! I'm keeping you here forever and ever!"
And that was when Frank fainted.
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