Categories > Celebrities > My Chemical Romance > Cold-Blooded Murderer
Frank was still fast asleep by the time I woke up at the crack of dawn. The sun heaved itself up over the horizon, ready for another day of illuminating the baron desert. I pressed a chase kiss on my lover’s forehead before easing myself out of his grip. I slid out of the backdoor and moved into the driver’s seat. I watched in the mirror as frank snored loudly and rolled over. The engine roared to life and I pulled the car back onto the dirt road. “Nggh. H-haarderr…” Frank slurred in his sleep. I peeked at him in the mirror, seeing him buck his hips slightly, mumbling incoherently. A small smile tugged at my lips as I pulled my shades onto my face, shielding me from the rising sun. A few hours later, when we were almost at the border of Florida, A very sleepy Frank climbed through the centre of the two seats, slumping into the passenger seat. “Morning sleepy” I said, not taking my eyes of the busy road.
“Mhmm… morning Gee…” Frank wiped the sleep out of his eyes and buckled his seat belt, “where are we?”
“Almost there, darling, we just gotta get over this brid- oh fuck,” I slapped my hand to my forehead, sliding it down my face, and fixing it back to the steering wheel.
“What gee?!” I ignored him, keeping my eyes fixed on the police men doing checks on each car. Fuck.
The car continued to roll forward at a slow pace as one by one, the cars passed through with no issues. My knuckles grew white as my grip increased with every step the police officer took towards us.
“Good evening gentlemen,” the police man walked around to my rolled down window, sunglasses covering his eyes, “I’m just going to ask you a few- wait,” I gulped, knowing exactly where this was headed, “Hey! Aren’t you Gerard Wa-“ he didn’t get to finish my name before a bullet was lodged between his eyes. I dropped the gun to the floor and sped off over the bridge, ignoring the police cars chasing after me. Red and blue lights were visible in the mirror, accompanying the shrill blaring of the sirens, forcing me to drive faster.
“What. The fuck. Was that for?!” Frank clung onto the left side of his chest, a shocked expression painted across his face.
“He was gonna catch us! Do you really want that? Honestly? Because I can fucking take you back if you want,” I snapped, swerving the car around a sharp corner, causing frank to topple over into the window. Frank cringed and cowered in the corner of his seat, rubbing small circles above where his heart would be. “I’m sorry babe, its just-“
“I understand, it’s your nature. I'm sorry for questioning it. It just frightened me that’s all,” the monotone of Frank’s voice was almost heart breaking. An awkward silence followed, the occasional click of frank’s nail biting echoing throughout the car. Soon, we lost the police cars so I parked the car a few blocks away from an abandoned house we passed on the way into the town. I slid out of the driver’s seat and opened Frank’s door for him. He sulked out of the car and began to shuffle down the street, scuffing his already worn out converse along the way. I quickly yanked the bags out of the trunk and locked the doors before catching up with him, attaching my hand to his. His mood visibly brightened at the small gesture and we started to run down the gum covered pavement.
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We jumped the rusted gate and into the long grass of the deserted property. The house was slightly tilted to one side and the roof was dipped dangerously in the middle. The chimney was nothing but scattered bricks in the grass, proving that the building is, in fact, as old as I thought it was. Wooden boards were missing on the porch, and the others rotted beyond usage. Over all, the house was falling to pieces. But it’ll do.
I studied the ancient house mesmerising the way the ivy suffocated the bricks, but initially holding them together. I took a cautious step towards the back garden, motioning for Frank to follow. Looking around, I spotted the backdoor in the far corner, lurking out from behind a shrub. I ran at the door and it flung open, crashing against the inside wall, causing plaster to crash to the floor. Frank followed me inside, sitting down on the ripped sofa, sneezing as dust filled the air. I carried the bags up the rotting staircase, wincing every time it groaned under my weight. I sighed out the breath I was holding as reached the final stair, running my free hand through my tangled hair. I trudged along the floor boards, studying each room. Soon enough, I found a decent sized room with a double mattress, in reasonable condition, propped up against the wall. I rearranged the room, trying to make the best out of my recourses before calling out to Frank.
“Hmm... whaa?” he asked, voice thick with sleep as he stumbled into the room, clutching the doorframe for support.
“This is gonna be our room, okay, sugar?” I gnawed on my lip, hoping not to displease the only good thing in my life.
“Hm... sure. A disgraceful room for two disgraceful murderers…” he muttered, lying down on the surprisingly soft mattress.
“Look, I’m sorry I got you into this, okay? I can take you back to jersey if you really want…” I trailed off, hoping he would disagree with me.
“NO! I love you too much!” Frank squeaked suddenly wide awake. He looked at me with pleading eyes. “Please don’t take me back there…” he whimpered. I stripped of my jeans and lay down on the ‘bed’ beside him.
“I wa’n’t gonna take you back ‘nyway” a smug grin played on my lips as Frank pouted. “Stop pouting and put those lips to better use…” I tapped my lips suggestively. Frank quirked an eyebrow before leaning in agonizingly slow. Once his lips where almost touching mine, he detoured and kissed my cheek.
“Frankie!” I whined, tilting my head back, glaring at the mould-covered ceiling. I grimaced, silently wishing I wasn’t in this position.
“Revenge is a bitch, darling” he purred before getting remotely comfy on the mattress.
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Sorry for the HUGE wait! schools starting up for me again soon so updates are gonna get slow, sorry dearies! Rate and Review!xo
“Mhmm… morning Gee…” Frank wiped the sleep out of his eyes and buckled his seat belt, “where are we?”
“Almost there, darling, we just gotta get over this brid- oh fuck,” I slapped my hand to my forehead, sliding it down my face, and fixing it back to the steering wheel.
“What gee?!” I ignored him, keeping my eyes fixed on the police men doing checks on each car. Fuck.
The car continued to roll forward at a slow pace as one by one, the cars passed through with no issues. My knuckles grew white as my grip increased with every step the police officer took towards us.
“Good evening gentlemen,” the police man walked around to my rolled down window, sunglasses covering his eyes, “I’m just going to ask you a few- wait,” I gulped, knowing exactly where this was headed, “Hey! Aren’t you Gerard Wa-“ he didn’t get to finish my name before a bullet was lodged between his eyes. I dropped the gun to the floor and sped off over the bridge, ignoring the police cars chasing after me. Red and blue lights were visible in the mirror, accompanying the shrill blaring of the sirens, forcing me to drive faster.
“What. The fuck. Was that for?!” Frank clung onto the left side of his chest, a shocked expression painted across his face.
“He was gonna catch us! Do you really want that? Honestly? Because I can fucking take you back if you want,” I snapped, swerving the car around a sharp corner, causing frank to topple over into the window. Frank cringed and cowered in the corner of his seat, rubbing small circles above where his heart would be. “I’m sorry babe, its just-“
“I understand, it’s your nature. I'm sorry for questioning it. It just frightened me that’s all,” the monotone of Frank’s voice was almost heart breaking. An awkward silence followed, the occasional click of frank’s nail biting echoing throughout the car. Soon, we lost the police cars so I parked the car a few blocks away from an abandoned house we passed on the way into the town. I slid out of the driver’s seat and opened Frank’s door for him. He sulked out of the car and began to shuffle down the street, scuffing his already worn out converse along the way. I quickly yanked the bags out of the trunk and locked the doors before catching up with him, attaching my hand to his. His mood visibly brightened at the small gesture and we started to run down the gum covered pavement.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
We jumped the rusted gate and into the long grass of the deserted property. The house was slightly tilted to one side and the roof was dipped dangerously in the middle. The chimney was nothing but scattered bricks in the grass, proving that the building is, in fact, as old as I thought it was. Wooden boards were missing on the porch, and the others rotted beyond usage. Over all, the house was falling to pieces. But it’ll do.
I studied the ancient house mesmerising the way the ivy suffocated the bricks, but initially holding them together. I took a cautious step towards the back garden, motioning for Frank to follow. Looking around, I spotted the backdoor in the far corner, lurking out from behind a shrub. I ran at the door and it flung open, crashing against the inside wall, causing plaster to crash to the floor. Frank followed me inside, sitting down on the ripped sofa, sneezing as dust filled the air. I carried the bags up the rotting staircase, wincing every time it groaned under my weight. I sighed out the breath I was holding as reached the final stair, running my free hand through my tangled hair. I trudged along the floor boards, studying each room. Soon enough, I found a decent sized room with a double mattress, in reasonable condition, propped up against the wall. I rearranged the room, trying to make the best out of my recourses before calling out to Frank.
“Hmm... whaa?” he asked, voice thick with sleep as he stumbled into the room, clutching the doorframe for support.
“This is gonna be our room, okay, sugar?” I gnawed on my lip, hoping not to displease the only good thing in my life.
“Hm... sure. A disgraceful room for two disgraceful murderers…” he muttered, lying down on the surprisingly soft mattress.
“Look, I’m sorry I got you into this, okay? I can take you back to jersey if you really want…” I trailed off, hoping he would disagree with me.
“NO! I love you too much!” Frank squeaked suddenly wide awake. He looked at me with pleading eyes. “Please don’t take me back there…” he whimpered. I stripped of my jeans and lay down on the ‘bed’ beside him.
“I wa’n’t gonna take you back ‘nyway” a smug grin played on my lips as Frank pouted. “Stop pouting and put those lips to better use…” I tapped my lips suggestively. Frank quirked an eyebrow before leaning in agonizingly slow. Once his lips where almost touching mine, he detoured and kissed my cheek.
“Frankie!” I whined, tilting my head back, glaring at the mould-covered ceiling. I grimaced, silently wishing I wasn’t in this position.
“Revenge is a bitch, darling” he purred before getting remotely comfy on the mattress.
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Sorry for the HUGE wait! schools starting up for me again soon so updates are gonna get slow, sorry dearies! Rate and Review!xo
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