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Chapter Fifteen: Welcome Home
-FRANKIE'S P.O.V-
'Frankie!'
Mikey's voice fluttered through my mind.
Follow the voice, follow the voice i reminded myself.
I groaned in aggravation.
It was like playing, macro polo.
Every time i was close to finding him--
His voice grew louder.
Evert time i took a wrong turn--
His voice grew softer and softer until is was a faint whisper.
"MIKEY!" I screamed.
No answer.
I sighted;
I couldn't concentrate probably.
A certain man corroded around in my head.
Gerard.
I bit my lip. 'He hates me,'
And if he didn't, he should.
I- I broke his heart.
His facile expression when i left was unbearable.
He was so hurt.
All because-
"FRANKIE!"
My thoughts were lost in that very moment.
Mikey's voice rippled through the air.
"MIKEY! MIKEY, CALL OUT TO ME!" I screamed, quickening my pace.
"F-FRAAANNKKIIEE!" Mikey screamed, his voice near.
I began to run, faster and faster. "MIKEY!"
I scanned my eyes around the dark forest that surrounded me.
"FRANKIIIEE!" Mikey yelled once more.
He was near, i could hear him clearly.
"F-FRAANKKKKIIIEE!" He screamed.
His voice centimetres away, i pushed my way through a bush.
I yelped in pain, as it scratched me hard across the cheek drawing blood.
The pain didn't matter anymore.
The anger, was gone.
Because, one meter away from me lay Mikey.
The real Mikey; in the flesh.
This wasn't some dream--
And if it was, in that spit second.
I wished i would neve wake up.
"Frankie.." He whispered, his head turned its way towards me.
His face scratched an scared.
Burn mark's made there way, around his under arm and torso.
He groaned in pain, as he tried lifting himself.
"D-Dont!" I objected, he smiled warmly allowing his body to fall.
I pushed myself forward.
'Go to him Frankie!' I told myself.
And so i did.
He smiled wider, once i kneeled beside him.
I lifted my hand--
For the first time, i was going to touch him.
Not in a dream, but in real life.
I brought my hand down slowly, he watched me--
His eyes tingled with happiness, when i returned the smile.
I chuckled lightly.
I ran my finger down his cheek.
So soft.
Mikey lifted his hand, he ran it down my bare chest.
I held in a moan of satisfaction--
He stopped, tracing the star wound his necklace had made me.
"F-Frankie.. I-I love you." He whispered, his voice saw and weak.
My heart had exploded--
"I-I love you to Mikey."
He smiled sheepishly towards me.
-
I lifted his larthigic body.
He couldn't walk, so i carried him.
I held him in my arms bridal style.
"Time to go home." I whispered into his ear.
He buried his face between my chest and neck. Kissing my jaw line.
"Ok." His voice was soft.
I bit my lip, as i began the Journey back home.
'Gerard..' I thought.
--
~GERARD'S P.O.V~
I bit my nails, nervously.
My eyes never left the small wooden door.
My father stood silently by my side, his hand on my shoulder.
"There here." He whispered.
I shot up.
"OPEN THE DOORS!" My father yelled.
20 maids or so, suddenly rush towards the two wooden doors, opening the wide.
Darkness.
We waited patiently--
Until a dark figure approached.
'Frankie..' I thought.
He walked towards us, closer and closer he came.
My father walked towards the door, stopping half way.
I could now clearly make out Frankie's face, and the one in his arms.. Mikey.
I hid my eyed under my black locks--
Frankie's footsteps could be heard, as they pressed up against the damp grass.
"Welcome home, my son." My father yelled joyfully.
"T-Thank you." Mikey whispered.
I turned my head away;
I couldn't look at him.
Not after this. Not now.
The room suddenly quieted.
I felt there gazes upon me.
The venom-- The horrible pain that flushed through my body increased.
The whole in my chest was now one with my body.
I was numb.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't breath.
My throat ached from not need over 2 days.
The room was filled with an awkward quiet.
"Elena, prepare a room for Mikey and Frankie." My father ordered, breaking the silence.
"Ehh.. Sir, all the room are full. And most are being renovated." She whispered cautiously.
My father sighted.
"They can have my room father, I'll stay in my gallery." I said loudly, my voice broke as it was unstable.
I was breaking down.
I couldn't look at them.
I need to get away--
"Then its settled!" My father yelled happily. "You two will have Gerard's room, and he shall sleep in his Gallery."
"Gallery? What?"
This time Frankie spoke--
"Oh, didn't he tell you? Gerard quiet the artist, he has his own studio here." My father yelled, high proud of me.
'Ahh.. Drawing my old friend.' I
thought to myself.
"How can he sleep in a Gallery?" Frankie asked once more.
My father laughed.
"Stop worrying Frankie-- Gerard's gallery was his old bedroom." Elena muttered.
My heart ached.
He cared about be still--
He was concerned.
But hell, who was i kidding..
Frankie couldn't give a fuck what happened to me.
Anger rushed through me.
This was Mikey fault.
That son of a bitch, should be dead.
"Gerard.. Thank you."
I froze.
Mikey had addressed me.
I slowly looked up--
And there stood my brother, looking up at me.
Hi's face burnt and scared.
Frankie shot me a glare on concern.
I smiled.
"No Mikey, thank you." I muttered cruelly.
'Thank you for stealing my one true love. Thank you for ruining my life. Thank you for fucking up everything.' I thought eyeing him darkly.
I new he had heard me.
He had heard my thoughts, everyone did.
Beside Frankie.
Who looked about confused.
"G-Gerard.. Please, im y-your brother!" He defended himself.
I turned my eyed towards Frankie.
I had lost it, i couldn't feel anything.
I was so numb.
So hurt.
So scared.
"No Mikey- you are no brother of mine." I whispered coldly.
Frankie grinned sadly towards me.
'I love him Gerard! More than you ever did!' Mikey's though fluttered around the room.
Frankie heard this, i know he did.
I bit my lip.
"Mikey, i love him more than you'll ever know." My voice soft, raw and broken.
Kill me now God.
Oh why wont you kill me?
I wanted to die.
There was no point living anymore.
I turned my back.
I'll leave.
Forever.
I'll go back to my little dark word in New Jersey.
"Gerard.." Frankie voice was faint.
"Good night." I whispered.
I was leaving this house--
And this world tonight.
I frozen suddenly as it hit me slow and painfuly.
I couldnt leave..
I coudnlt run away..
Frankie's body only exepted my blood.
I was stuck here.
Forever.
-FRANKIE'S P.O.V-
'Frankie!'
Mikey's voice fluttered through my mind.
Follow the voice, follow the voice i reminded myself.
I groaned in aggravation.
It was like playing, macro polo.
Every time i was close to finding him--
His voice grew louder.
Evert time i took a wrong turn--
His voice grew softer and softer until is was a faint whisper.
"MIKEY!" I screamed.
No answer.
I sighted;
I couldn't concentrate probably.
A certain man corroded around in my head.
Gerard.
I bit my lip. 'He hates me,'
And if he didn't, he should.
I- I broke his heart.
His facile expression when i left was unbearable.
He was so hurt.
All because-
"FRANKIE!"
My thoughts were lost in that very moment.
Mikey's voice rippled through the air.
"MIKEY! MIKEY, CALL OUT TO ME!" I screamed, quickening my pace.
"F-FRAAANNKKIIEE!" Mikey screamed, his voice near.
I began to run, faster and faster. "MIKEY!"
I scanned my eyes around the dark forest that surrounded me.
"FRANKIIIEE!" Mikey yelled once more.
He was near, i could hear him clearly.
"F-FRAANKKKKIIIEE!" He screamed.
His voice centimetres away, i pushed my way through a bush.
I yelped in pain, as it scratched me hard across the cheek drawing blood.
The pain didn't matter anymore.
The anger, was gone.
Because, one meter away from me lay Mikey.
The real Mikey; in the flesh.
This wasn't some dream--
And if it was, in that spit second.
I wished i would neve wake up.
"Frankie.." He whispered, his head turned its way towards me.
His face scratched an scared.
Burn mark's made there way, around his under arm and torso.
He groaned in pain, as he tried lifting himself.
"D-Dont!" I objected, he smiled warmly allowing his body to fall.
I pushed myself forward.
'Go to him Frankie!' I told myself.
And so i did.
He smiled wider, once i kneeled beside him.
I lifted my hand--
For the first time, i was going to touch him.
Not in a dream, but in real life.
I brought my hand down slowly, he watched me--
His eyes tingled with happiness, when i returned the smile.
I chuckled lightly.
I ran my finger down his cheek.
So soft.
Mikey lifted his hand, he ran it down my bare chest.
I held in a moan of satisfaction--
He stopped, tracing the star wound his necklace had made me.
"F-Frankie.. I-I love you." He whispered, his voice saw and weak.
My heart had exploded--
"I-I love you to Mikey."
He smiled sheepishly towards me.
-
I lifted his larthigic body.
He couldn't walk, so i carried him.
I held him in my arms bridal style.
"Time to go home." I whispered into his ear.
He buried his face between my chest and neck. Kissing my jaw line.
"Ok." His voice was soft.
I bit my lip, as i began the Journey back home.
'Gerard..' I thought.
--
~GERARD'S P.O.V~
I bit my nails, nervously.
My eyes never left the small wooden door.
My father stood silently by my side, his hand on my shoulder.
"There here." He whispered.
I shot up.
"OPEN THE DOORS!" My father yelled.
20 maids or so, suddenly rush towards the two wooden doors, opening the wide.
Darkness.
We waited patiently--
Until a dark figure approached.
'Frankie..' I thought.
He walked towards us, closer and closer he came.
My father walked towards the door, stopping half way.
I could now clearly make out Frankie's face, and the one in his arms.. Mikey.
I hid my eyed under my black locks--
Frankie's footsteps could be heard, as they pressed up against the damp grass.
"Welcome home, my son." My father yelled joyfully.
"T-Thank you." Mikey whispered.
I turned my head away;
I couldn't look at him.
Not after this. Not now.
The room suddenly quieted.
I felt there gazes upon me.
The venom-- The horrible pain that flushed through my body increased.
The whole in my chest was now one with my body.
I was numb.
I couldn't move.
I couldn't breath.
My throat ached from not need over 2 days.
The room was filled with an awkward quiet.
"Elena, prepare a room for Mikey and Frankie." My father ordered, breaking the silence.
"Ehh.. Sir, all the room are full. And most are being renovated." She whispered cautiously.
My father sighted.
"They can have my room father, I'll stay in my gallery." I said loudly, my voice broke as it was unstable.
I was breaking down.
I couldn't look at them.
I need to get away--
"Then its settled!" My father yelled happily. "You two will have Gerard's room, and he shall sleep in his Gallery."
"Gallery? What?"
This time Frankie spoke--
"Oh, didn't he tell you? Gerard quiet the artist, he has his own studio here." My father yelled, high proud of me.
'Ahh.. Drawing my old friend.' I
thought to myself.
"How can he sleep in a Gallery?" Frankie asked once more.
My father laughed.
"Stop worrying Frankie-- Gerard's gallery was his old bedroom." Elena muttered.
My heart ached.
He cared about be still--
He was concerned.
But hell, who was i kidding..
Frankie couldn't give a fuck what happened to me.
Anger rushed through me.
This was Mikey fault.
That son of a bitch, should be dead.
"Gerard.. Thank you."
I froze.
Mikey had addressed me.
I slowly looked up--
And there stood my brother, looking up at me.
Hi's face burnt and scared.
Frankie shot me a glare on concern.
I smiled.
"No Mikey, thank you." I muttered cruelly.
'Thank you for stealing my one true love. Thank you for ruining my life. Thank you for fucking up everything.' I thought eyeing him darkly.
I new he had heard me.
He had heard my thoughts, everyone did.
Beside Frankie.
Who looked about confused.
"G-Gerard.. Please, im y-your brother!" He defended himself.
I turned my eyed towards Frankie.
I had lost it, i couldn't feel anything.
I was so numb.
So hurt.
So scared.
"No Mikey- you are no brother of mine." I whispered coldly.
Frankie grinned sadly towards me.
'I love him Gerard! More than you ever did!' Mikey's though fluttered around the room.
Frankie heard this, i know he did.
I bit my lip.
"Mikey, i love him more than you'll ever know." My voice soft, raw and broken.
Kill me now God.
Oh why wont you kill me?
I wanted to die.
There was no point living anymore.
I turned my back.
I'll leave.
Forever.
I'll go back to my little dark word in New Jersey.
"Gerard.." Frankie voice was faint.
"Good night." I whispered.
I was leaving this house--
And this world tonight.
I frozen suddenly as it hit me slow and painfuly.
I couldnt leave..
I coudnlt run away..
Frankie's body only exepted my blood.
I was stuck here.
Forever.
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