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Chapter Thirteen: Waiting
~GERARD’S P.O.V~
I pushed against my father’s fighting will.
Harder and harder, not giving up.
No, not this time.
“Gerard!” He scowled.
“FRAAANNKKIIIEE! FRAAANNKKIIIIEEE!” I screamed louder, tears dropped one by one silently down my damp cheeks. My father had finally with all his force pulled me out of the room, he held me tightly as Elena walked towards us, she grinned apologetically as she shut the door slowly.
“FRRAAANKKIIEE NOO!” My voice broke, my knees wobbled— The sensation of falling overwhelmed me, until I hit the floor, with a cry of pain.
My father eyed me disbelief.
I crawled my way towards the one door, that stood in the way of my lover.
My Frankie.
I scratched at the wood, sobbing lightly to myself.
“Gerard, stop this at once. Be a man!” My father yelled, offering his hand.
“FUCK OFF!” I snapped, pushing his hand away.
Was he serious?
Giving me this, ‘be a man’ bullshit!
I bit my lip, repressing my anger.
”Pathetic.” He spat.
I bit down harder.
“You’re the one who’s pathetic.” I muttered through grinding teeth.
He had silenced himself.
I pushed my body close towards the door.
I would fucking sit here all day, and all night if I had to.
And I did.
--
Two day’s had passed.
Until finally, my father allowed me to see Frankie.
I payed no attention to his distant foot steps.
Coming close and closer.
They were short, and quick.
“Gerard?”
“What?” I snapped coldly, huddling in the corner.
“Gerard, please. You’ve got to stop this, for your sake.. For his.”
The small hole that had formed in the middle of my chest grew lager, also unbearable.
“I- He.” I stumbled on my words.
My father kneeled beside me. “Would he want to see you like this?”
I shook my head, childishly.
My father held out his hand. “Lets get you cleaned up, then you can see him.”
I smiled sheepishly, taking his hand lifting myself up.
--
He led me to a dimly light room, when two young maids stood eyed me cautiously.
“Wash him. Cut his hair, dress him.” My father ordered.
They bowed, walking towards me. “Come on darling.” One whispered taking my hand, I looked towards my father he nodded in a ‘its okay’ gesture.
--
I allowed them to wash me, dress me and cut my hair that had reached shoulder length.
Once they had finished, I changed into a black long sleeve t-shirt, and black jeans. I grinned as one of young lady’s held up a mirror—
“Thanks.” My voice, smaller than a whisper. They smiled warmly.
I blushed slightly, “Do any of you have eyeliner?”
They chuckled loudly. “Yes.” The brunet whispered, she reached into her back pocket, handing me a small dark pencil. I bit my lip shyly. “I- Can y-you?” I mumbled, as the exchanged laughs once more.
“Put it on you?” She finished my sentence.
I laughed lightly, nodding.
“Sure thing.”
They seated me, and groaned in annoyed muttering “Sit still!”
I laughed once more, blinking 3 times in a row—
The young made bit her lip. “D-Damn! You look h-” She froze, as her friend had nudged her.
I smiled, causing her to blush.
“Mirror please.” I whispered, shocked by the sound of my voice.
It was short, scruff and soft.
She held up the mirror.
A small gasp escaped my lips.
It suited me—
If only Frankie were here to see it.
If only, I could hold him in my arms.
Tears began to form, I held them in.
The young maid pulled the mirror away, grinning.
“It’ll be okay. It may not seem like it, but it will.” The brunet whispered.
“N-No it wont.” I chocked, the tears fell freely.
“It will. Y-You just need to be strong Gerard, for yourself. And for.. Frankie.” She whispered his name as if it was forbidden.
I nodded, smiling thankful as they wiped away my tears and, replaced the only eye liner with new.
--
After 2 hours, my father finally arrived. I sat silently, as the brunet brushed my hair.
“He done?” My father asked.
I felt the young lady nod.
“Come Gerard, stand up. Let me take a look at you.”
I obeyed, hiding my eye’s under my black locks--
Trying not cry.
My father walked towards me, he lifted my chin.
Eyed him.
“Well, you’ve done a splendid job!” He yelled joyfully.
I was dumbstruck—
He had never sounded so pleased.
The young maids chuckled.
“Lets go see him then?”
My eyes lit up. “Ok.”
My father placed his hand over my shoulder leading the way.
“Gerard!”
I turned my head to find the young brunet running towards me, she held out her hand. “You have it.”
I smiled in thanks, as she dropped her eyeliner into my hand.
My father eyed us curiously, as I placed the eyeliner in my back pocket, I followed him towards my room, were Frankie lay.
--
I breathed heavily as we stood outside my door.
“Go in, when your ready.” My father whispered, slightly grinning as his hand fell from my shoulder.
Frankie, my beloved Frankie.
I breathed in, exhaling slowly.
“Lets go.”
I reached out, touching the door knob.
Adrenaline was pumped through my body.
My eyes red and sore from crying.
My lips small and dry.
My body, aching and scared.
I turned the door knob—Slow motion it seemed.
Click-
I pushed open the door, Elena stood smiling at me welcomingly.
My father pushed me forward, Elena took a step to the right.
And there, 2 meters away from me lay Frankie.
My beautiful Frankie.
The one who I loved.
Who was lost to me forever..
--------
I sat quietly beside him, for hours it seems, when really it had only been 15 minutes to be exact.
“This Saturday Gerard. Mikey will rise.. And Frankie will awaken.” My father muttered.
I nodded, reaching out taking Frankie’s hand in mine.
“No matter where.. No matter why. I will always love you.” I whispered silently, bringing his hand to my lips, kissing it.
-------
WEDNESDAY
THURSDAY
FRIDAY
….Saturday.
The day had come.
I sat silently beside Frankie, awaiting his awakening.
He groaned.
I stood, watching my.
“Frankie?”
Frankie yawned, opening his eyes.
His golden, hazel eyes turned towards me.
“M-Mikey..” He whispered.
--
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Chapter Thirteen: Waiting
~GERARD’S P.O.V~
I pushed against my father’s fighting will.
Harder and harder, not giving up.
No, not this time.
“Gerard!” He scowled.
“FRAAANNKKIIIEE! FRAAANNKKIIIIEEE!” I screamed louder, tears dropped one by one silently down my damp cheeks. My father had finally with all his force pulled me out of the room, he held me tightly as Elena walked towards us, she grinned apologetically as she shut the door slowly.
“FRRAAANKKIIEE NOO!” My voice broke, my knees wobbled— The sensation of falling overwhelmed me, until I hit the floor, with a cry of pain.
My father eyed me disbelief.
I crawled my way towards the one door, that stood in the way of my lover.
My Frankie.
I scratched at the wood, sobbing lightly to myself.
“Gerard, stop this at once. Be a man!” My father yelled, offering his hand.
“FUCK OFF!” I snapped, pushing his hand away.
Was he serious?
Giving me this, ‘be a man’ bullshit!
I bit my lip, repressing my anger.
”Pathetic.” He spat.
I bit down harder.
“You’re the one who’s pathetic.” I muttered through grinding teeth.
He had silenced himself.
I pushed my body close towards the door.
I would fucking sit here all day, and all night if I had to.
And I did.
--
Two day’s had passed.
Until finally, my father allowed me to see Frankie.
I payed no attention to his distant foot steps.
Coming close and closer.
They were short, and quick.
“Gerard?”
“What?” I snapped coldly, huddling in the corner.
“Gerard, please. You’ve got to stop this, for your sake.. For his.”
The small hole that had formed in the middle of my chest grew lager, also unbearable.
“I- He.” I stumbled on my words.
My father kneeled beside me. “Would he want to see you like this?”
I shook my head, childishly.
My father held out his hand. “Lets get you cleaned up, then you can see him.”
I smiled sheepishly, taking his hand lifting myself up.
--
He led me to a dimly light room, when two young maids stood eyed me cautiously.
“Wash him. Cut his hair, dress him.” My father ordered.
They bowed, walking towards me. “Come on darling.” One whispered taking my hand, I looked towards my father he nodded in a ‘its okay’ gesture.
--
I allowed them to wash me, dress me and cut my hair that had reached shoulder length.
Once they had finished, I changed into a black long sleeve t-shirt, and black jeans. I grinned as one of young lady’s held up a mirror—
“Thanks.” My voice, smaller than a whisper. They smiled warmly.
I blushed slightly, “Do any of you have eyeliner?”
They chuckled loudly. “Yes.” The brunet whispered, she reached into her back pocket, handing me a small dark pencil. I bit my lip shyly. “I- Can y-you?” I mumbled, as the exchanged laughs once more.
“Put it on you?” She finished my sentence.
I laughed lightly, nodding.
“Sure thing.”
They seated me, and groaned in annoyed muttering “Sit still!”
I laughed once more, blinking 3 times in a row—
The young made bit her lip. “D-Damn! You look h-” She froze, as her friend had nudged her.
I smiled, causing her to blush.
“Mirror please.” I whispered, shocked by the sound of my voice.
It was short, scruff and soft.
She held up the mirror.
A small gasp escaped my lips.
It suited me—
If only Frankie were here to see it.
If only, I could hold him in my arms.
Tears began to form, I held them in.
The young maid pulled the mirror away, grinning.
“It’ll be okay. It may not seem like it, but it will.” The brunet whispered.
“N-No it wont.” I chocked, the tears fell freely.
“It will. Y-You just need to be strong Gerard, for yourself. And for.. Frankie.” She whispered his name as if it was forbidden.
I nodded, smiling thankful as they wiped away my tears and, replaced the only eye liner with new.
--
After 2 hours, my father finally arrived. I sat silently, as the brunet brushed my hair.
“He done?” My father asked.
I felt the young lady nod.
“Come Gerard, stand up. Let me take a look at you.”
I obeyed, hiding my eye’s under my black locks--
Trying not cry.
My father walked towards me, he lifted my chin.
Eyed him.
“Well, you’ve done a splendid job!” He yelled joyfully.
I was dumbstruck—
He had never sounded so pleased.
The young maids chuckled.
“Lets go see him then?”
My eyes lit up. “Ok.”
My father placed his hand over my shoulder leading the way.
“Gerard!”
I turned my head to find the young brunet running towards me, she held out her hand. “You have it.”
I smiled in thanks, as she dropped her eyeliner into my hand.
My father eyed us curiously, as I placed the eyeliner in my back pocket, I followed him towards my room, were Frankie lay.
--
I breathed heavily as we stood outside my door.
“Go in, when your ready.” My father whispered, slightly grinning as his hand fell from my shoulder.
Frankie, my beloved Frankie.
I breathed in, exhaling slowly.
“Lets go.”
I reached out, touching the door knob.
Adrenaline was pumped through my body.
My eyes red and sore from crying.
My lips small and dry.
My body, aching and scared.
I turned the door knob—Slow motion it seemed.
Click-
I pushed open the door, Elena stood smiling at me welcomingly.
My father pushed me forward, Elena took a step to the right.
And there, 2 meters away from me lay Frankie.
My beautiful Frankie.
The one who I loved.
Who was lost to me forever..
--------
I sat quietly beside him, for hours it seems, when really it had only been 15 minutes to be exact.
“This Saturday Gerard. Mikey will rise.. And Frankie will awaken.” My father muttered.
I nodded, reaching out taking Frankie’s hand in mine.
“No matter where.. No matter why. I will always love you.” I whispered silently, bringing his hand to my lips, kissing it.
-------
WEDNESDAY
THURSDAY
FRIDAY
….Saturday.
The day had come.
I sat silently beside Frankie, awaiting his awakening.
He groaned.
I stood, watching my.
“Frankie?”
Frankie yawned, opening his eyes.
His golden, hazel eyes turned towards me.
“M-Mikey..” He whispered.
--
REVEW!! Come on people, lols. The more you review -smirk- the more i shall write, and the faster i shall update!
DEAL?
xD
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