Dripping Steaming Hot Blood On A Ice Cold Black Rose

Frank’s POV


I kept walking. I just kept walking away from the party, from Mikey, from my friends but most importantly, from Gerard. So many things where rushing in my head right now. The fact Gerard’s fucking boyfriend beat the shit outta me…

Gerard kissed me…


Gerard fucking Way kissed me.

…

I kissed him back…

I walked until I didn’t know where I was. My cell phone had no fucking signal so it was no use. I looked around just to see an empty street what was actually quite terrifying so I blocked out all the scary thoughts I had and just kept walking the cold streets till I found a market. It was closed though, but the lights where on so I figured someone would be in checking stocks and stuff and hopefully I could use a phone or something to call my mom or Mikey. ‘Cause being on the streets at 1am in New Jersey? Not good...

I started to run to the store and got to the door. I opened it and walked in the store looking for the office so I could find the manager but I started to hear voices so I walked in that direction.

Something about me being here didn’t feel right. But fuck it. It’s the only way I can probably get home from here.


Gerard’s POV


“Oh! So the little bitch’s name is Frankie!!” Jake screamed out as he pushed himself into me more and all I could do is let out a cry.

No one at the party could help me. They are all to shit scared of Jake and since I’m “Jakes bitch”, they won’t help. But I needed to get myself out of here. Away from this party, away from Jake, away from this person I have become. I need to get away from this for myself, For Mikey, for all my friends. For Frank…

“Say you love me you lil whore! Say it to me!!” I heard Jake shout in my ear as he grabbed me by the hair. I was in enough pain already…

“N...No!” was all I managed to stutter out as I felt a hand hit my cheek. I was too weak. The drugs were still in me, I had Jake inside of me. All I want is for someone to come in here and get me away… But that will never happen…


Mikey’s POV


Now… what the fuck was all that about?! I know Jake is a complete asshole and I don’t know what the fuck Gerard sees in a waste of fucking space like him. But how could he do that to Frank? He hasn’t even met him! Man…if I only I could do something. But what can I do really? I mean, I’m a fucking twig!

I just sat here with a beer in my hand, watching the blank TV screen thinking but the only thoughts I had was about Frank. I was worried about him. I know. He’s probably gone home or something but I needed to see him I mean, he’s my best friend for Christ’s sake and he seemed really upset. I mean, who wouldn’t be when a fucking guy you don’t even know beats the shit outta you for no fucking reason!

“Mikey, man are you okay?” Syn asked and sat on the couch with me.

“Yeah I’m fine man. It’s just...” I sighed. “It’s just what happened with Frank. I’m worried about him.”

“Well, he is your best friend. Have you called him?” He asked and gave me his phone. I punched in his number.

“Hey! Well, I’m probably busy jerking off right now so…can’t really come to the phone. But I’ll call ya back if ya leave me a message!” I heard his voice mail.

“Went straight to voice mail” I told Syn and gave him back his cell. I sighed. I needed to talk to him. I needed to make sure he was okay. Fuck why did Jake have to be here? Why did my stupid brother have to her involved with a jerk like that? Why couldn’t he just be like the brother I used to have?
Life was so much simpler then. He was at school, he cared about life, me and him were a lot closer and he was always the one looking out for me. Now I’m the one looking out for him. Making sure he would get home. Getting him out of jail when he would get arrested for being too drunk and disorderly and shit like that.

“Mikey, if you want I can take you to Frank’s. See if he got home okay” Syn told me snapping out of my thought.

“No, its okay. You gotta make sure your house doesn’t get trashed out.” I told him. And plus, he looked too drunk to drive.

“Well, okay. See ya Monday then?”
“Yeah Monday. See ya Brian.” I told him grabbing my car keys and coat and walked out to the car.


Frank’s POV

I kept walking to these voices I heard and found myself in this meat freezer. These voices got more and more stronger now. And these voices I heard didn’t sound good. I saw these 2 guys standing up with guns in their hands and a little skinny dude sittin’ in a chair and looked like he had the living shit kicked outta him. He had bruises and cuts all over his face. I then realised I needed to get the fuck outta here.

I silently ran to the door trying to open it but it wouldn’t move. Fuck! I’m locked in here and I could get myself fucking killed! I think maybe if I be really quiet, they’ll go and open the door so I can get myself the hell outta here and get home.

“So….where the fuck is my money Luigi?!!” I heard one of the guys scream and I saw the guy hit the dude sittin’ on the chair with his gun.

I started to feel really sick being around all this meat. I’m a vegetarian see. And the smell and look of being around all this dead animal was horrible. But it was either this or be killed. So I just held my stomach and kept quiet.

“Tony…I…I promise I’ll pay ya back! Thing have been tight! Please…don’t kill me!” This guy Luigi was crying and begging for his life. I felt for him.

Then I saw this Tony guy put a gun to Luigi’s head. And….BANG!!

All I saw was Luigi’s brains splattered everywhere. I was so fucking scared. I felt my heart racing and I was shaking. I just wanted to go home now. I didn’t care who took me home. I just wanted to go home.

The two guys walked away out the back outside and I was still. I couldn’t physically move. I looked at the guy’s body. There was blood everywhere. Flesh. I wanted to throw up. But I heard a car going further and further away and I ran outside from where those men walked out.

I felt dizzy nauseous, sick, everything bad I could feel I felt. I felt my blood wounds on my face dry up. Then I found myself puking. Then I blacked out completely on the cold wet concrete…

Mikey’s POV

I drove and drove until I found Frank’s house. I haven’t been to his house that much. He’s mostly been at my house but it’s understandable since his parents don’t accept who he is which is fucked up. I don’t understand why. Just because he’s gay doesn’t make Frank any less of their son! It’s who he is. And his parents are so fucked they just can’t accept that.

I got out the car and walked up to his front door. The lights were on thankfully. So Frank must be here so I rang the bell.

Some woman walked out. She didn’t look old. Just aged.

“Umm…may I help you boy?” She asked me.

“Yeah… I’m looking for Frank. Is he here?” I asked trying to sound polite. This felt kinda awkward.

“Sorry, he’s not here. He’s at a party…”

“Yeah, that’s the reason I’m here. There was a fight and Frank left and I thought he came here since he just left.” I told her the truth. So I’m guessing this is Frank’s mom.

“Well, he hasn’t been home.” She didn’t sound like she cared much about her son. I mean, I sure if any mother found out their son just left a party after he was beaten up they would at least asked if he was okay!

“Oh…okay. Bye.” I told her and walked away back to the car and drove off.


I drove until I found myself on this dead street. I didn’t see anyone, no cars, or nothing but seeing as it’s like 2am.

I got out the car and locked it shut and tried calling him again…and magic! I got through…

“If I cut off
your arms,
and cut off your legs.
Will you still love me?
Anyway?”

Misfits. FUCK! I spotted Frank out cold. Holy shit!

I put my cell in my pocket and took an attempt to carry Frank in the car. Luckily my arms could carry him and I put him on the back seat of the car and got in and drove off.

I drove and drove for like a mile till I found a hospital. Looked like a private hospital. But fuck it. He needs help!

I stopped outside the door were it said A&E, got out and grabbed Frank. Then I realised he was covered in puke but I didn’t care.

I picked him up and carried him into the doors and screamed out “HELP!” then I saw like, 6 doctors come by me. They took Frank away then took me into a room and gave me a shirt since I was covered in puke from Frank. I changed then was escorted to the waiting room and these two officers spoke to me.

“Sir, we need to ask you a few questions okay?” The first guy told me and sat on the chair. I nodded and looked at the wall.

“What’s yours and the boy’s name?”

“I’m Mikey Way, and the boy is my friend Frank.” I told them.

“Frank?”

“Sorry, Frank Iero.” I said.

“And would you mind telling me what happened son?” He said looking at me with a questioning look. What did he think I did this!?

“Well, we were at our friend’s party and there was a fight.” I told them and they were both writing this down. “And Frank was badly beaten up so that explains the cuts and bruises. Then he left the party. And I went looking for him and I called his cell phone. And I found him out cold on this dead street.”

They wrote everything down on their notepads. I told them everything from what I know. I didn’t mention any names of course. ‘Cause I knew that if the school found out that Brian invited kids from our school to his party, he could lose his job and I didn’t want him to get into trouble.

I sat there. Gazing at the window I saw Frank in. The only thing I had on my mind was Frank. I was so scared. He might have died out there and I felt it would have been all my fault.

“Mr Mikey Way?” I heard some guy’s voice and I turned around.

“Yeah, is Frank okay?”

“He’s okay for now. We’re keeping him in overnight just to give him the all clear.” The doc told me.

“Can I see him?”

“I’m afraid we can’t let you since you’re not family.” He told me trying to be understanding.

“But I’m his best friend! Please! His family don’t care!” I was getting really stressed out at this stage. All I wanted was to make sure he was okay.

“Well…fine okay. But if anyone asks, you’re his brother okay?”

“Fine. What ever. What doc are you anyway?” I asked him.

“I’m doctor Euringer.” He told me. Then I walked to Frank.



I walked in the room and saw Frank. He was pale. He had stitches in his cheek and face and bruises on his cheeks. I just sat there by his side.

 

(A/n: I'm so so so so so sorry I took sooo long to update! My internet went totally shit! Next update should be as soon as! I promise!)

"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..."

Gerard’s POV


I was sitting in the back yard with my 4th beer in my hand. Fuck, I’ve only been where a half hour and I’m already on my 4th fucking beer. This shit is weak anyway or maybe my body just doesn’t react to this shit anymore. I needed something stronger. I needed pills…


I went inside in search for drugs. I knew at least one person would have some, I mean, come on; it’s a fuckin’ party for Christ sake! On my way I saw Frank and Mikey with a bunch of other kids. I just left em. It’s not like they were gonna have some, especially what I need anyway. And plus, Mikey wouldn’t put up with it the fucking little fag.
I walked up some random staircase since there was like, 10 or something. This kid must have won the lottery or something, this house is huge! But ohwell. I don’t want to admire how rich this kid is and start thinking shit of ‘how I want a house this big’. I want drugs. Good drugs with no strings attached.



I carried on walking up the stairs and down the hallway. I saw a few dealers up here, but they only had shit like, pot or E. Pussy shit. Fuck why the fuck can’t I find some good fucking pills in this stupid house? This is just fuckin’ stupid!! I’m at some stupid kid party with weak shit they call beer and shitty drugs! I feel like I’m gonna run around this house and scream!! But then I stopped. I felt two hands on my ass and smelt cigarettes and shit. Jake. What the fuck is he doing here? Ohwell, he will have what I need… I hope…
He didn’t even say anything, he just turned me so I faced him and took out a little brown med bottle, taking out 2 yellow pills and placed them into my mouth. I didn’t say or do anything either. Just let him put the drugs in my mouth and I just swallowed them down.


Then he did what I thought he was going to do. He pushed in to the room next to me and pushed me onto the bed. I didn’t react. Otherwise I would just get fucked up and I didn’t want to get rushed outta here and Mikey down my throat so I just let Jake do this to this shit to me and keep quiet about it. That way I get my drugs and I’m happy.



He pinned me down onto the bed, stripped at my bottom half stripped off. I could see at the corner of my eye he had trouble with his pants. But it’s not like I could get away anyway, he had his fucking knees on my legs. But then he managed to get his zipper undone. Then I felt the pills kick in. I was in a daze, oblivious to my surroundings. I felt like me…




Franks POV

I sat here listening to Mikey and Syn jokily argue about some shit about who would win out of a fight between them but I still couldn’t stop thinking about Gerard. He’s been on my mind since he went off. I was kinda worried about him. I mean, I know I shouldn’t really worry but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I know this house is big but still.


“But still I would win dude! I mean, you’re a twig man!” Syn laughed out which made everyone else laugh including me.


“Yes I am a twig, but a very sexy twig!” Mikey said and then he got up and starting dancing and shaking his ass. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing at him.


“Yeah you sure can work it Mikey-boy, but not as much as me! I’m the sexist motherfucker here!!!” I heard Zacky say then he came over and started shaking his ass about. I have to say, if they were gay, I would!!


It’s starting getting later and later and I just started to get tired so I asked Syn if I could go and rest a little since I was gonna stay the night anyway. He slurred and yes and I went up the staircase near the kitchen. Since this house has like, 4 or something and I made and I saw a door with a load of band and guitar stickers on it so I guessed this was Syn’s room.


Gerard’s POV

And he I was laying. I couldn’t even feel Jake inside me. I couldn’t feel his thrusts, him pumping me, his slaps thanks to those pills. I don’t know what the fuck they were, but they made me literally oblivious to anything that hits my body. So here I was, bent down with my “boyfriend” inside of me. He was going pretty quickly but if I didn’t have these pills working their magic this would of hurt like a bitch. It probably will in the morning but I couldn’t care less to be honest with you.


Frank’s POV


Before I even entered the room I heard a girl moan so I just stepped away and looked for another room. God what is it with parties and getting laid? I don’t understand it. Just because you’re at a party and there happens to be a bed, don’t mean you have to go and fuck the first person you see right? And you don’t have to do it on other people’s bed. Ewww...
After looking bumping into closets I found another room. Must be a guest room ‘cause the rest where bathrooms or guest rooms which were occupied and this was the only where I didn’t hear either girls moaning or a bed creaking so hopefully I can get some rest.


Then I opened the door…what the fuck!?!?

Gerard’s POV

All of a sudden I felt a sharp pain in my face and ass. Fuck the drugs were wearing off. But I felt Jake stopping.…

I looked up to see why he stopped and saw Frank. Fuck! What the fuck is he doing in here?! Why has he seen me like this?
He didn’t say or do anything. Just stood there. I didn’t want him to see me like this. Fuck! Why do I do shit like this? I’m such a dick!!

Back to Frank’s POV

I just stood there. I just…didn’t know what to say or do…

“Hey kid! What the fuck are you doin’ here! Get the fuck out punk!” I heard the guy on top of Gerard say. Must have been Jake….


“Are you fucking deaf or something?! Get the fuck out!!!” He shouted again and got up in front of my face. Gerard just layed there and did nothing but watch me.


I was still in shock and just looked at Gerard, pleading with my eyes for help. All of a sudden, I felt Jake's fist collide with my haw, sending me to the ground. How could I defend myself? This guy is older and stronger than me.


I was lying on the ground, curled up in a protective ball around my head, thinking "How could Gerard do this? He's supposed to be my friend, yet he's just lying there watching his boyfriend beat the living shit out of me."

Before I knew it, Jake had picked me up by the hair and was dragging me down stairs, obliviou to everyone calling him off me. Syn even tried pulling him off, but with no luck. Jake just kept going. He dragged me out onto the front lawn, and threw me down, before he started kicking me in the stomach. I dont know how much damage he did exactly, but i was coughing up blood, so it must be bad.

Suddenly, the kicking stopped and I could hear his footsteps getting further and further away.

"Next time someone tells you to do something, kid, fuckin listen." He yelled, before going back inside.    

After a few minutes, I picked myself up off the ground and started limping down the street slowly, holding my ribcage and wiping my bloody nose on my sleeve. I didn't even make it hallway down the street before I heard heavy footsteps pounding behind me.

"Jake if you've come back for a second round then there's no need, I'm fucking leaving...” I hollered, not even looking behind me, but focusing my eyes on the sidewalk in front me in some attempt to shield my eyes from the heavy rain that had started to pour.

"It’s not Jake..." The person said, causing me to stop and look around.

"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.

He ran towards me, grabbing me by the shoulders, and before I knew it, he had lured me into a deep Kiss.