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Gerard knew somewhere, buried inside he had feelings for Frank. Ever since he laid eyes on him during his first year at his new high school, he new something was special about him.Maybe that’s why he invited him over for the night.
His Mom, and Mikey weren’t a fan of the boy. He had piercings and tattoos scattered on his arms, and always smelled like weed whenever he came over. But boy, was Gerard a fan. He was head over heels for this man. Those luring hazel eyes…his small body yet big personality.. everything was perfect about him to Gerard. But there was something he didn’t know. Something he would never even imagine someone like Frank doing.Gerard nearly tripped over his own feet as he heard the doorbell ring.
“I’LL GET IT!” He hollered, making sure Mikey wouldn’t answer any door. Everything had to be perfect for Frank. Gerard opened the door, his gaze softening as he got lost in Frank’s eyes.
“Um.. Hi! I brought my Nintendo..”
It took Gee a moment to respond…god this boy was pretty.“Oh…sweet! Cmon in.”
He held the door open for Frank, his fingertips brushing against his arm as he closed it. Gerard tried to hide a very visible blush on his face. Frank pretended not to notice, chuckling lightly. A small cough was heard, both boys looked up to see Mikey standing in the hallway.
“Oh…who’s this little man?”
Gerard’s heart nearly stopped, Mikey was gonna ruin it!
“Um…he’s no one just-“
“I’m Mikey!!” He gave a wild smile. Frank smiled back…he seemed a bit.. too excited.
“Oh! Gerard didn’t tell me he had a brother.” Frank walked forwards, patting Mikey on the head.
“Wanna join us for some Nintendo Mikes?”
Gerard interrupted. “N-no.. he’s fine..” He grabbed Frank by the arm, pulling him into his bedroom. When Gerard couldn’t see, Frank gave a wink to Mikey before the door was closed.“Man…you keep winning!” Frank chuckled as he leaned back on the pillow beside Gerard. “Let’s play a different game!” Gerard reached for Franks bag, Franks eyes suddenly went cold. Like a switch had been flipped. He grabbed Gerard’s hand with a death grip, causing Gee to yelp.
“Frankie?! Man what the hell?”
“Don’t. Go. In. My. Bag.”
“W-what..?”
“I said don’t fucking go in my bag! Understood?”
Gerard whimpered, sinking back in his bed. He gave a submissive nod.
“Yes Frank…”
Almost immediately, Frank pulled his hands away and smiled again, returning to his normal self. “You still wanna play another game Gee? Or you wanna head to bed. It’s pretty late.” Gerard nodded, trying to forget what just happened. Frank was perfect. Surely it was nothing bad.
“U-um yeah man… we can go to bed. You can sleep in here. Let me just go brush my teeth.”Gerard came back to bed, curling up beside the already half asleep Frank.
“Hey Gee?”
“Yeah Frankie?”
“Do you know where your cleaning supplies are?”
Perplexed by the question, Gerard had to sit up a bit.
“Excuse me?”
Frank didn’t say anything, still waiting for his answer. Gerard was too tired and too confused to worry about why Frank was asking this so he answered. Maybe he shouldn’t have.
“Um, yeah they’re under the kitchen sink. Happy?”
Frank smiled contently, leaning back.
“Very. Thank you. Goodnight Gee.”Gerard was in the process of dreaming about how perfect his night, he reached his hand over to feel Frank. All of this felt unreal, like he could just wake up and Frank would be gone. His hand felt the place Frank was laying, but it was empty. Odd. Gerard sat up, his eyes adjusting to the dark. Sure enough, Frank was not there. Neither was his bag.
“Frankie?”
Gerard groggily sat up, not wanting to deal with this.
“Frank where’d you go…?”
He got up, searching the room. He then went downstairs and looked around, no trace of Frank. He did notice however, Mikey’s door was closed. Mikey never slept with his door closed, he was scared of the dark. Immediately noticing something wrong, Gerard opened Mikey’s door. Nothing could brace him for what he saw.Laying on the floor, was Mikey’s bloody and mutilated corpse. The only way Gerard was able to tell it was Mikey was because of the Batman pajamas he was wearing.
“M-Mikey..?!” Gerard felt vomit rise in his throat. His vision went blurry, his knees weak. His baby brother. No, not his baby brother. His dead, bloody corpse was bleeding out onto the floorboards, a stain that would never come out. Gerard’s mind was fogged in silence, until a familiar chuckle could be faintly heard in front of him.“Am I your perfect little Frankie now? Hm?”
No. It couldn’t be. Frank was perfect, he loved Gerard! Gerard loved him! Gee refused to look up, staring down at his brothers still body.
“Hm… what a shame. He was so young too.. almost as beautiful as you.”
Gerard puked, his back arching as he hunched over and vomit dripped down his chin. It mixed with the blood on the ground, creating an ugly brown color. He refused to believe the love of his life had just murdered his brother.
“F-Frankie.. why…”
“Nuh uh.. none of that.”
“B-but Frank..!”
Gerard should’ve known better than talk back, because in a swift motion the blade Frank was using was jabbed between his lips, twisting and digging the delicate skin out. Gerard couldn’t even scream as he cupped a hand to his mouth, barley able to register the pain.“That will shut your pretty little mouth up.”
Frank leaned down, eager for a taste. He pried Gee’s hand away and kissed him passionately, sucking the blood off. “Mmh.. just like I thought it would taste. I’ve been thinking about this.. yknow. For a long time. I knew you liked me. I knew I would like to see you better crying, broken, and bloody for me on the floor. And now I have it. My perfect little fantasy…”Gerard tried to speak but his tongue instantly pulled back at the metallic taste of blood pooling in his mouth. From what he could see through the tears, Franks once beautifully pure hazel eyes were now dark circles cutting into him with their stare. This wasn’t the Frankie he fell in love with. Gerard managed to stutter out a few words.
“F-Frankie.. would never…”
“Oh yes. Frankie would. You never knew Frank. And now you will.”Before Gerard even finished understanding that sentence, the sound of his skin breaking was heard. Again. And again. He fell to the cold floor of his little brothers bedroom, clutching the side of his tummy. Frank towered over him, letting out a laugh. “What’s life like bleeding on the floor, Gee?” He started to hysterically laugh as Gerard struggled to crawl, his hand reaching for Mikey. He never made it to him. Gerard bled out there, on the floor next to his brother, and what used to be the love of his life.Frank made his way to the kitchen, opening the sink to where Gerard had said the cleaning supplies were. “At least that bitch was good for one thing.”
He took out gloves, and cleaning spray and got to work. He scrubbed the floors clean of blood, and laid the two brothers in the bed next to each other. He pulled the covers over them, making it look like they were peacefully sleeping with each other. Their parents hearts would be warmed by such a nice sight, only to find the horrors of what hid under the blankets.Frank left the house, still feeling something missing inside. As he walked down the street, he looked at the other houses on the block. A teenage boy with curly hair and a guitar strapped over his shoulder was walking into his house. He knew one day he would feel complete, but for now he was running after something he could never kill.