Dripping Steaming Hot Blood On A Ice Cold Black Rose

"What do you want, Gerard?" I asked, looking him dead in the eye.


After a few seconds of staring at each other, Gerard replied to my question.

"This." He said.

Frank's P.O.V.

The next thing I knew, Gerard was passionately pressing his lips against mines. I didn't kiss back at first, but then I realized what was happening, and pulled him closer, my hand reaching up and entwining with his black hair.

We stood like this for a few minutes, kissing ferociously on the sidewalk. Remembering where we were, I pushed him away, blushing and looking to the ground.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry Frank, I don't know what came over me..shit.." Gerard said, breaking the awkward silence that had filled us.

"No um..Its..wow, um its OK.." I replied, scratching my neck.

What the fuck else was I supposed to do? He just kissed me. I was in a complete state of fucking shock for Christ's sake!!

"OK.." He muttered, letting the silence take over us again.

"I should go.." I said, quietly as I turned on my heel.

"No wait!" He yelled, grabbing onto my arm and spinning me around.

"What, Gerard?" I said irritatedly.

All I wanted to do was go home and lay in bed.

"You cant lea-"

"Yes, I can." I cut across him, "I'm not goin' back there to get beat up by your boyfriend again, screw that." I added, emphasizing the word "boyfriend".

"I know..but-" Gerard started, getting cut off by me once more.

"No. No "But"'s, you have a boyfriend, Gerard, what the fuck do you expect? You can't just go around kissing people and toying with their emotions. Now If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home now." I snapped, turning and running down the street, leaving Gerard standing shocked on the sidewalk.

Gerard's P.O.V.

He finished yelling at me before running away, leaving me alone there on the street. After a few minutes, I made my way back to the house, still not able to get over what I had just done.

I just kissed Frank.

I just Kissed Frank.

Frank was just Kissed by Me.

But more importantly.

He Kissed Back.

At least I knew now that he must have felt something. Even if it was just for a moment, there was something there that neither of us could deny.

Having thought this cheered me up, so I walked back into the house with a slight spring in my step.
As I bounded into the sitting room and grabbed another beer, I felt someone come up behind me and hug me.

"Hey dollface." Jake said, spinning me round.

"Hey.." I replied, a little less enthusiastically as I normally do.

"Whadya say we go upstairs and finish what was interupted earlier, huh?" He offered, looking at me with that stupid little smirk of his on his face.

"I'm not really in the mood." I answered, sitting down with my beer.

"What do you mean, you're 'not in the mood'? You're always in the mood, you little bitch." He snapped, looking at me with evil eyes.

"Fuck you asshole, I'm not your sex doll." I hollered back.

"Oh yeah?" He sneered, grabbing me by the front of my shirt and picking me up, "I'll show you a fucking sex doll."

Pulling me by my shirt, he dragged me upstairs, no matter how much I fought, I just couldn't overpower him.

Throwing me into one of the rooms, he locked the door behind us.
The way he threw me I landed on the bed. I cowerred away from him but he still got me, pulling my pants off as fast as he could, before dropping his own and flipping me over.

"No, please, stop, think about this!!" I screamed, tears now flowing freely down my face as he forced himself into me.

I felt so disgusted, betrayed by him. I may not love him, but I sure trusted him.

His pounding got harder, and I got weaker.
I could feel myself about to pass out, and the last thing I remember saying was;

"Frankie..."