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Gerard’s POV
It was 7pm now, and after letting myself back into the house I noticed a heavy blanket silence covered the inside of the house, I took off my coat and placed it on one of the hooks lining the hallway I walked through into the lounge to try and find someone, I saw Mikey and Mom, when they saw me they both stood at the same time as if to comfort me, like you would at a funeral, I took a deep breath and walked further into the room “what’s going on? Is this an intervention, I haven’t been drinking I swear!” I said stating the facts, in fear of having to relive my past, but they both shook their heads “they’ve left…” Mom said gently as if the words were too sharp for me to handle and I might cut myself if I listen too hard, I took a step backwards “No, he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye, he wouldn’t.” I shook my head trying to convince myself it wasn’t true, Mikey approached me and placed a hand on my shoulder “I’m sorry Gerard, Linda had tickets for the red eye back to California tonight, I tried calling you…” he added I looked to him and then it hit me, all of those calls must have been from Mikey, trying to tell me to get my ass home because Frank was leaving and he wanted to say goodbye, I closed my eyes “Gerard, are you okay?” he asked, I shook my head “That’s a really stupid question Mikey…” he sighed heavily, then something else hit me, like a tonne of bricks “What time’s the flight?” I asked, my eyes jumping from Mikey to mom a few times before mom finally answered “11:45, why?” I ran out of the room and into the corridor and grabbed my coat; Mikey followed me out quickly “Gerard, what are you doing? Where are you going?” he asked, I shuffled into my jacket and looked at him “I’m going to stop him from getting on the plane…” I pointed out as if it wasn’t obvious, Mikey shook his head and looked at me almost angrily “Gerard! This isn’t an episode of Friends! Jesus Christ, if you go there in some failed attempt to stop Frank from getting on a plane he has to get on because he’s still under law under the care of his mother then fine, but you’re going to hurt him and yourself more!” he stated forcefully, I looked at him and sighed, I slid out of my jacket and hung it up again “you’re right…I’m so stupid. I just…you know what it doesn’t even matter…” I said quietly before pushing past Mikey and walking upstairs, I got to my room and slammed the door shut; I walked over to my desk and sat for a while, head in hands just staring out of the window in silence just thinking about what Frank was doing right now, what he was thinking, after I stopped day dreaming I picked up a pen and started scribbling down song lyric ideas fuelled by my emotions from the events that had recently occurred.
Frank’s POV
A flood of guilt fell over me while I was sitting in the airport, waiting for our flight to be called, I felt horrible, for not saying goodbye to Gerard, not that I had the choice, Gerard wouldn’t answer his phone and mom wouldn’t have let me anyway, but still, the fact I’ve just left, gone from his life and for a while he probably didn’t even know, he probably walked through his front door and everything changed, not that it wasn’t already different, ruined, dead however you want to put it, but life’s not exactly good right now, I have to go back and live with my mom for the next five months at the least and she thinks I’m a crazy mentally ill psychopath that has been manipulated into thinking I’m gay and that need serious medical help from Doctors and I need to pray for my soul so Satan doesn’t get his “bony claws” on it as my mother puts it. I refuse to look at her, she’s tried making conversation but I ignore her, why should I talk to her? She’s just ripped away every inch of happiness I had, that I haven’t had for a long time, she took it away because she thinks I’m ill, she thinks I’m wrong, she thinks I’m broken, well so what if I am broken I don’t give a fuck at least when she wasn’t around I didn’t feel so bad about it.
Looking around the airport I saw the same thing I saw when I arrived, people coming home, people going away, couples walking hand in hand, but looking at it now I know what it feels like I guess, to be cared for in that way, not like I did when I arrived, when I was scared and alone and uncomfortable, but I was dragged from my thoughts when my mom started to speak again “Oh by the way Frank, you’re going to be going back to school tomorrow, I think it’ll be good for you considering you’ve missed most of this year and you’ll be able to socialise and take your mind of the events that occurred here.” She stated, I glared at her, she can’t send me back to school, she can’t, I’ll die, I’ll see him there. What if he tries to do it again? What if this time I can’t hide it? what if this time everyone finds out? I felt tears forming in my eyes and my breathing got heavy all of a sudden, my heart rate rose to a million beats per minutes and I was shaking from head to toe, fear flooding my body as it had done only three months earlier, the scars over my body burnt at the memory I stood up, mom glared at me “What are you doing?” she asked but before she had chance to catch on I bolted from the waiting area, I ran through the long corridors full of people, jumping over suitcases and sliding down handrails, I don’t think I’d ever ran this fast before in my life and when finally the main doors were in sight two huge airport security guards stepped in front of me “Young man, you better come with us.” I shook my head “No you can’t make me go, you can’t let her take me back there you can’t do it, you can’t, please don’t, don’t make me go.” I said desperately in complete fear, the two men stared at me and then each other before stepping aside and leaving a gap for me to squeeze between them “Thank you.” I muttered quickly before running past and out of the doors to the airport and into the busy car park, rain falling violently from the sky and crashing onto the ground beneath my feet, I looked around, I couldn’t get a cab I didn’t have any money so I kept running, I ran and didn’t stop, down endless streets and twisting roads, after what seemed like hours I stopped running and slumped against a building after trying to get my breath back to prepare myself to keep running, I collapsed to the ground and everything went black.
AN~ so this one was short and sweet but hopefully you enjoyed it, there will be another update really really soon, I just wanted to split this part up a little, so keep your eyes peeled (: -BLBH
It was 7pm now, and after letting myself back into the house I noticed a heavy blanket silence covered the inside of the house, I took off my coat and placed it on one of the hooks lining the hallway I walked through into the lounge to try and find someone, I saw Mikey and Mom, when they saw me they both stood at the same time as if to comfort me, like you would at a funeral, I took a deep breath and walked further into the room “what’s going on? Is this an intervention, I haven’t been drinking I swear!” I said stating the facts, in fear of having to relive my past, but they both shook their heads “they’ve left…” Mom said gently as if the words were too sharp for me to handle and I might cut myself if I listen too hard, I took a step backwards “No, he wouldn’t leave without saying goodbye, he wouldn’t.” I shook my head trying to convince myself it wasn’t true, Mikey approached me and placed a hand on my shoulder “I’m sorry Gerard, Linda had tickets for the red eye back to California tonight, I tried calling you…” he added I looked to him and then it hit me, all of those calls must have been from Mikey, trying to tell me to get my ass home because Frank was leaving and he wanted to say goodbye, I closed my eyes “Gerard, are you okay?” he asked, I shook my head “That’s a really stupid question Mikey…” he sighed heavily, then something else hit me, like a tonne of bricks “What time’s the flight?” I asked, my eyes jumping from Mikey to mom a few times before mom finally answered “11:45, why?” I ran out of the room and into the corridor and grabbed my coat; Mikey followed me out quickly “Gerard, what are you doing? Where are you going?” he asked, I shuffled into my jacket and looked at him “I’m going to stop him from getting on the plane…” I pointed out as if it wasn’t obvious, Mikey shook his head and looked at me almost angrily “Gerard! This isn’t an episode of Friends! Jesus Christ, if you go there in some failed attempt to stop Frank from getting on a plane he has to get on because he’s still under law under the care of his mother then fine, but you’re going to hurt him and yourself more!” he stated forcefully, I looked at him and sighed, I slid out of my jacket and hung it up again “you’re right…I’m so stupid. I just…you know what it doesn’t even matter…” I said quietly before pushing past Mikey and walking upstairs, I got to my room and slammed the door shut; I walked over to my desk and sat for a while, head in hands just staring out of the window in silence just thinking about what Frank was doing right now, what he was thinking, after I stopped day dreaming I picked up a pen and started scribbling down song lyric ideas fuelled by my emotions from the events that had recently occurred.
Frank’s POV
A flood of guilt fell over me while I was sitting in the airport, waiting for our flight to be called, I felt horrible, for not saying goodbye to Gerard, not that I had the choice, Gerard wouldn’t answer his phone and mom wouldn’t have let me anyway, but still, the fact I’ve just left, gone from his life and for a while he probably didn’t even know, he probably walked through his front door and everything changed, not that it wasn’t already different, ruined, dead however you want to put it, but life’s not exactly good right now, I have to go back and live with my mom for the next five months at the least and she thinks I’m a crazy mentally ill psychopath that has been manipulated into thinking I’m gay and that need serious medical help from Doctors and I need to pray for my soul so Satan doesn’t get his “bony claws” on it as my mother puts it. I refuse to look at her, she’s tried making conversation but I ignore her, why should I talk to her? She’s just ripped away every inch of happiness I had, that I haven’t had for a long time, she took it away because she thinks I’m ill, she thinks I’m wrong, she thinks I’m broken, well so what if I am broken I don’t give a fuck at least when she wasn’t around I didn’t feel so bad about it.
Looking around the airport I saw the same thing I saw when I arrived, people coming home, people going away, couples walking hand in hand, but looking at it now I know what it feels like I guess, to be cared for in that way, not like I did when I arrived, when I was scared and alone and uncomfortable, but I was dragged from my thoughts when my mom started to speak again “Oh by the way Frank, you’re going to be going back to school tomorrow, I think it’ll be good for you considering you’ve missed most of this year and you’ll be able to socialise and take your mind of the events that occurred here.” She stated, I glared at her, she can’t send me back to school, she can’t, I’ll die, I’ll see him there. What if he tries to do it again? What if this time I can’t hide it? what if this time everyone finds out? I felt tears forming in my eyes and my breathing got heavy all of a sudden, my heart rate rose to a million beats per minutes and I was shaking from head to toe, fear flooding my body as it had done only three months earlier, the scars over my body burnt at the memory I stood up, mom glared at me “What are you doing?” she asked but before she had chance to catch on I bolted from the waiting area, I ran through the long corridors full of people, jumping over suitcases and sliding down handrails, I don’t think I’d ever ran this fast before in my life and when finally the main doors were in sight two huge airport security guards stepped in front of me “Young man, you better come with us.” I shook my head “No you can’t make me go, you can’t let her take me back there you can’t do it, you can’t, please don’t, don’t make me go.” I said desperately in complete fear, the two men stared at me and then each other before stepping aside and leaving a gap for me to squeeze between them “Thank you.” I muttered quickly before running past and out of the doors to the airport and into the busy car park, rain falling violently from the sky and crashing onto the ground beneath my feet, I looked around, I couldn’t get a cab I didn’t have any money so I kept running, I ran and didn’t stop, down endless streets and twisting roads, after what seemed like hours I stopped running and slumped against a building after trying to get my breath back to prepare myself to keep running, I collapsed to the ground and everything went black.
AN~ so this one was short and sweet but hopefully you enjoyed it, there will be another update really really soon, I just wanted to split this part up a little, so keep your eyes peeled (: -BLBH
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