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“I thought you said the doors were shut when you left.” Gerard says and I can feel myself growing faint… The garage door was wide open. The front door was too...

“They were.” I tell him suddenly feeling incredibly sick… He kinda pulled halfway into the driveway and shut the engine off.

“Elle you know who’s car that is?” Gerard says and I look over and there was a black car with kinda tinted windows parked not really in front of my house but not really in front of the neighbors house either… It didn’t have a plate on the front which was weird cause you have to have two plates in Jersey…

“I don’t know, I've never seen it before.” I tell him and I suddenly felt like the whole world was crashing down on me once again… The doors were shut and now they’re wide open… Who would’ve opened them?

I mean somebody had to have opened them. The wind can’t just blow open a garage door, maybe the front door, but not the garage door… And if the power was out someone would’ve had to turn it back on to get the garage door to open…

No, somebody was definitely in there… or is may be still in there… I guess Gerard was thinking the same thing cause he suddenly swung his door open and jumped out. He took off his coat and tossed it on to the seat.

“Stay here.” He tells me firmly and I shake my head no. He was gonna go in to the house to check it out.

“Gerard no!” I cry out as he pulls something from under the driver seat. I nearly passed out when I saw it was that metal tire iron bar.

“Keep her here.” He tells Frankie and I scoff a little as I go to undo my seatbelt. There's no fucking way he's gonna go in… Not alone like that. Frankie reached over and grabbed my arm a little to try to stop me. I had the clasp halfway out and when he grabbed my arm it kinda twisted it and it got stuck.

“No- you're not going in alone!” I yell over at Gerard. I was all worked up. I mean I couldn’t get the seatbelt undone for the life of me. I was totally panicking too…I knew it was pointless to argue with him, he was gonna go in -that was for sure. But there no way he was going alone… “Go with him Frankie!” I insist loudly and Frankie kinda shifted like he was going to get out but Gerard shot him a look. “Frankie please!” I cry out desperately and he shifted his eyes between us like he didn’t quite know what to do…

“Keep. Her. Here.” Gerard repeats to him and Frankie nodded a little, making it clear whose side he was on.

“Damn it Gerard.” I say as he slammed the trucks door. I was still fidgeting with the seatbelt, it was somehow twisted around my purse strap…

“Just calm down Elle.” Frankie says reaching over and putting his hand on my shoulder and I pull back angrily.

“Fuck you!” I spat at him. “Go with him.” I tell him and he just looked at me a little pathetically.

“I have to stay with you.” He says weakly and I frown. All I could think about was Will and that fucking gun he was pointing at Gerard… I mean God… what if…

“Damn it Frankie if he gets hurt…” I said my voice shaking a little. Fuck my whole body was shaking… the thought of losing him… it just tore me up inside…

“Elle.” Frankie says trying to sound comforting. I tried to shift in my seat but from the constant struggling against the seatbelt it like automatically tightened or something cause it was practically choking me… between that and my heart aching so, I started to cry in pain. “Just sit back a little.” Frankie says and he reaches over and tries to undo the clasp but it was really wedged good… “Slide the seat back Elle.” He says and I sniffle.

“I can’t” I tell him. I was coming completely undone… I kept imagining a gunshot ringing out from the house… I mean as sick as it sounded, I was kinda waiting for it…

“Just grab the lever Elle.” Frankie says and I gathered up the little bit of strength I had and reached for it. The seat slid back a little, which I guess gave enough slack to the seatbelt that Frankie was able to get it undone…

“He's gonna be fine Elle, I'm sure no one’s in there.” Frankie tells me and I squeezed my eyes shut… So far nothings happened… But I cant keep sitting here like this…

“Frankie please go.” I beg him once more.

“I can’t.” He says softly and I sniffled trying to hold back my tears. “Even if I did I couldn’t help him any. I'm too much of a pretty boy.” He tells me I guess trying to get me to smile. “Isn’t that what Paul use to call me?” He says and I bit my lip a little.

“Naw, he use to call you a pansy.” I say and Frankie kinda chuckled which made me smile.

“Ah that’s right.” He says and I reach for my purse on the floor and pull out that knife I took from Gerard that day.

“Take this and go inside.” I tell him and he looked at me in shock.

“Where the hell’d ya get that from?” He says widening his eyes at me.

“Its Gerard's- take it.” I insist and he shakes his head no.

“Frankie please just bring it to him at least.” I say and Frankie just continued to shake his head.

“Elle just put that away okay?” He says and I frown. “Nothings gonna happen. No ones in there, At least, no ones suppose to be in there, but if they are, they're gonna get what they deserve.” He says and I sigh a little.

Maybe Frankie’s right… No one’s suppose to be in there except…except…

“Oh fuck Frankie!” I cry out and I reach for my door handle.

”Elle!” He yells jumping over into the front seat, trying to stop me from getting out.

“The insurance guy was suppose to come and take pictures today!” I tell him and a look of panic crosses Frankie’s face too now. “Gerard's gonna fucking kill him.” I tell him and he jumps out the driver’s side and goes dashing in to the garage. I was only a few steps behind him… I mean you just cannot run in high-heeled stiletto boots. It’s physically impossible…

Frankie was just about at the interior door when he stopped shortly…Somebody was coming out the door, into the garage… directly towards us… It wasn’t Gerard. And it sure as hell wasn’t the insurance guy either…