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Still In Frank's POV

My eyes fluttered open. I was weak, but i would fight to not fall asleep. I was still in the hospital, thank god. They had just put me back in bed. I had to escape, go back to my house; and if jamia had started to believe i was sick, i would have to run away.

I sat up, breathing in. I got out of bed and walked limply towards a nearby cupboard, the drug stil in my system. I opened the cupboard to find my real clothes, so i could change out of a hospital gown. I sighed in relief.

After changing, i looked round for an escape. I assumed the door was locked, and if it wasn't, people could still trap me in that room and drug me; and next time i might not wake up in the hospital, but an institution. Then, a small whimper came out of my mouth. My life had gone.. it had translated from bad into horrible. I'd be on the run, no where to go, no one to trust... I promised myself i would only return when gerard came back. If he came back. I quickly changed into my clothes, just trying to concentrate on the present.

I looked to the window. I was on the first floor. I could break it. I reached into the cupboard and grabbed a roll of bandage. I rapped the bandage around my hand, approaching the window. I punched the glass, breaking it. I quickly jumped out the window and ran down the nearby road. I had to try and work my way back to my home.

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Gerard's POV

Mr Grin carried me out into their house. It looked completely normal, almost like a family lived there. There were photos of Mr Grin and the woman everywhere, but Mr Grin didn't have the smile scars on them.

Mr Grin sat me on the table and started undoing the jacket. The woman was right next to him, a hopeful smile on her face. Once he undid the jacket, i tried to jump off the table, but Mr Grin grabbed me and slammed me back, making me lie on it. My head had hit it. Hard.

My eyes fluttered, dazed, as he started putting material restraints on my arms and legs. Once i had regained concentration, i flailed all i could, letting out a whimper.

"Oh, sweet child." The woman said. "Don't do this again" She sighed.

I stopped and said nothing, glaring at her.

Mr Grin had cleaned out my gash and treated my aching ankle.

"There won't be any need for you to go back into that room again, unless you disobey me. Not even Mr Grin will disobey me" She laughed.

I finally decided to speak up.

"Why am i here?" I spat.

"Because.. We were looking for a son for so long, Gerard. So so long we looked for someone who we thought would be so beautiful to break. Then, on the TV one day, you came along. You looked so happy with your band-mates. So easy to.. Take..."

I whimpered. These people didn't kidnap me out of me being at the wrong place at the wrong time.

"We spied on you for around.. 2 years? yes, i think so. We followed you where ever you went, whatever tour you went on, sometimes even to the grocery store" She laughed.

They had been stalking me for 2 years.

"Not just us, i have many relatives in favour of my lifestyle" She explained. "I started doing these things at around 20. Mr Grin was my first. But he crossed me too many times, so i gave him a full grin, re-named him, and cut off his tongue for his profanity towards myself"

So that was why he never talked.

"Now he does as i say. But we decided we needed someone to complete the family. And that's you" She smiled, warmly.