When we arrived back at the house I stormed straight through the kitchen and out of the back door. I thrust a hand into my pockets and dug around for a cigarette and a lighter. My hands were sticky with blood that had begun to congeal but my anger overpowered the usual sickness that would stir in my stomach. Who the fuck did Gerard think he was? He hadn't spoken to me for three days because I wouldn't fuck him, God, I was just trying to do right by the guy and he's treating me like I fucking killed his cat or something. He needs to get a fucking grip
"Frank get your ass over here..." I walked over to Bob who was leaning against the doorframe
"Get down those stairs and sort this out. We're going after the big dogs next week and you two better be on top of your game. We can't afford to fuck this up..."
"Fine but if he keeps being a dick I'm fucking outta here" I threw open the basement door and stormed down the steps. I heard Bob shut the door behind me and I took a deep breath. This was not gonna be pretty.
"Oh you sure you want to be locked in a room with me Frankie? Aren't you worried I might try and fuck you again?" Gerards voice was thick with sarcasm and I lost my cool
"You wanna know something Gerard? You keep talking like your something special but your not you were just a quick fuck no big deal" The next thing I knew I was pinned against the wall
"What did you just fucking say to me?" his face was just inches away from mine and I was terrified. He could kill me if he wanted to but that didn't stop me
"You fucking heard me" His face contorted into rage and I felt a fist collide with my stomach.
I swung out at him my fist colliding with his jaw. He fell back and I climbed onto him. I drove my fist into his face "What is wrong with you? Are you so fucking twisted that you don't see when someone fucking cares for you?" I hit him again and stood up. He just lay there for a while then roared like a caged animal
"Nobody fucking cares Frank! Nobody gives a fuck! If they did none of this bullshit would have happened!" I spun to face him. Shock was my first feeling. I was dumbfounded how can he say I don't care. I FUCKING KILLED FOR HIM!
"I CARE YOU DUMB FUCK! IF I DIDN'T DO YOU THINK I'D STILL BE FUCKING HERE? I SHOULD HAVE WALKED AWAY BY NOW BUT SOMETHING ABOUT YOU KEEPS ME HERE AND YOUR FUCKING KILLING ME!!" I slumped down the wall and buried my face in my hands. I don't know what to say anymore.
We sat there for what seemed like hours and I had made a decision. Grabbing a bag I began stuffing the very few possesions I have into it, I was leaving. My head was spinning and my heart felt like it had been stomped on a thousand times "What are you doing?"
"Because of the pain..."
"I don't understand..."
"The pain being here causes me. I never felt for anyone before and it fucking sucks my chest hurts because my heart is fucking broken. I can't take it. I hate what your doing to me and if this is love I don't want to feel it anymore. I'd rather die alone" I walked toward the door and twisted the handle "Goodbye Gerard" I pulled the door for it to be slammed again
"Don't leave me Frankie I...I need you" I spun to face him "I feel the same Frank I can't let you walk away from me" he pressed his lips to mine. A salty taste danced on my tongue from his tears. I couldn't walk away
"Don't hurt me again" our lips reconnected in a soft nervous kiss. We had both realised our feelings. We were in love but we wouldn't admit it....not yet...