Frank woke up hopelessly confused and scared.
All he remembered was talking to some guy after getting a light then struggling and blacking out. Now he was tied up in a moving vehicle. He opened his eyes completely and looked around for another person who the mad man could have also kidnapped but he was the only one. He noticed that the restraints on his hands and feet were loose, not loose enough to escape from but loose enough that they wouldn't hurt if he moved. He also noticed the soft pillow under his head that smelled like coffee.
The car was neat and smelled nice. There was no rope or weapons or dried blood and guts that you would expect from the average serial killer. It was all normal.
"You're awake." Gerard said simply.
Frank jumped at the sound of another persons voice. He stared at the back of Gerard's seat with wide eyes not responding.
"You don't have to talk to me yet. I know this must be scary for you, but just know that my intentions aren't to harm you." He said in a calming voice.
Frank was now even more confused than he was when he first woke up. Why was this guy so nice and if he wasn't going to hurt him then why'd he kidnap him? Frank took in a deep breath preparing himself to speak.
"W-Why am I here?" He asked. His words came out much more fragile and weak than he wanted them to.
"Where are you taking me?" He said alot louder.
Gerard thought for a moment before answering.
"No more questions."
Frank sucked in his lip ring nervously and said nothing. What he wanted to say was much too cliche. If he had no sense he would beg to be let go and cry and kick until Gerard was forced to shut him up, but he didn't because he wanted to live. The rest of the drive was silent from both ends. The silence from Franks part worried Gerard. What if his boy had gone into shock? Or if he was crying? Gerard wouldn't know until they made it to his house.
When he stopped the car Frank had already started to doze off so the lack of movement from the car caused him to wake up. He followed Gerard with his eyes as he got out of the car and walked towards the door closest to his feet. Frank sat up quickly and shuffled to the other side of the car. Gerard noticed this and opened the car door, not touching the boy yet.
"Come on over here, I'm not going to hurt you, Frank."
Frank still wasn't convinced and didn't budge. He contemplated opening the door that his back was now pressed against and running away but then remembered that his legs were binded just like hus arms.
"Frank, now." Gerard repeated.
Frank swallowed thickly. He didn't know this guy yet what if he did want to hurt him? Frank wasnt taking any chances. He squirmed towards his captor, breathing unevenly.
"There we go." Gerard said placing a hand on Frank's back. Eveytime he touched him he swore he felt electricity at his fingertips. After just watching for so long actually being able to put his hands on Franks warm skin felt unbelievable.
He helped Frank by putting him in his arms bridal style since he couldn't walk on his own. Frank shook in fear, keeping his hands near his chest.
"Calm down, Frankie. I've already told you that I'm not going to hurt you." Gerard said. "I could never hurt you."
Frank gave the man one nod and tried not to whimper. The average person would have tried to fight back. Punch, or kick their captor but no matter how tough Frank tried to be, deep down he was still just a scared little boy looking for attention. So now, in this situation Frank didn't move, speak, or try and get away. Gerard walked up yo the door and struggled only slightly to open the door while holding Frank in one arm. The boy looked all around in amazement at the house. It wasn't some trashy trailer or a creepy run down apartment, The house was a nice size, not too big but definitely not small, and from what he could see now the inside looked well designed also. Gerard sat Frank down on his couch gently and moved some of his hair from his face. His boy was truly beautiful.
"I'll be right back and then I'll show you your room." Gerard said to him.
Frank nodded again and looked down at his bound wrists. He was still shocked at all that had happen and his brain was moving slower than usual. How had he gotten kidnapped? This is the type of thing that happened in movies but here he was in an unsettlingly polite strangers house tied up. Now that he had time to collect his thought they were all on two people. The most important people in his life. His mom and his boyfriend.
He whimpered just thinking of how terrified she would be when he didn't come home from school and how worried Bert would be when he didn't give him a call like he usually did. His mom would probably cry by herself after reporting me missing to the police and contact all of the people he knew asking them when they had last seen him. But that would lead her nowhere because Bert and his friends are the only ones he spoke to. Simply thinking of his mom upset made his eyes sting. He couldn't help it when a tear was released and rolled down his cheek.
"Oh" Gerard muttered. He paused walking and forgot what was previously on his mind when he saw his boy sniffing with a few tears nearing his neck since he couldn't wipe them.
Frank hadn't noticed Gerard's presents until he was a few feet infront of him. He was partly embarrassed because he was crying like a baby in front of this man, but that only led to him letting out a little whimper when thinking about it.
His lip quivered as he looked up at Gerard, trying to keep it together.
"What's the matter?" Gerard asked. "Are the ropes too tight?"
Frank stared at the man, astonished. How could he ask what was wrong after kidnapping him? But instead of trying to talk sensibly to a man who just took him he nodded because the ties were a bit uncomfortable.
"Aw, look at you." Gerard cooed as Frank lifted his hands for them to be loosened. Instead, surprising, he took the silky ties off. After his hands he wend down to his feet and untied them too. "You're going to be a good boy for me aren't you?" He asked sure of himself.
Frank nodded, happy to be unconfined.
Frank coughed and cleared his throat. It felt dry and itchy, he usually drank after smoking so this was probably why. "Can I get some water?" He asked nervously.
"What kind of kid asks for water?" Gerard asked.
Frank shrugged. He was a weird kid.
"How about some punch, or a Capri Sun?" Gerard asked, trying to make Frank feel less threatened.
"Capri Sun?" Frank asked shyly.
"I knew you'd choose that." Gerard said to himself walking to the fridge. Frank's mom would always come home with Capri Suns for Frank after shopping so he went out to get some when preparing.
Before giving Frank his drink something dawned upon him, Frank didn't know his name. As soon as the random thought entered his mind he was already opening his mouth to correct the issue.
"Hey," Gerard said to catch Frank's attention, even though he already had it. Frank then, instead of staring at the drink in Gerard's hands, looked up to make eye contact with the man.
"My name is Gerard, that's what I want you to call me okay?"
Frank hesitated a second, letting the information seep in before nodding. The name was odd, especially for a man who wasn't over fifty, but still Frank liked it. It worked well with him somehow. Frank nodded nervously, just eager for his drink and Gerard smiled.
He handed Frank the pouch and Frank grabbed it quickly like a small animal meeting a human for the first time. Gerard thought that it was cute how quickly all of Frank's confidence drained just because of him. He was more like a baby than a teenager now. All small and afraid. He felt honored to have Frank so vulnerable around him even if it wasn't their choice. Frank drank the contents of the pouch quickly, never looking away from his captor in fear of them doing something to him while he was off guard. Though Gerard just waited until he was done with a a soft, subtle smile. Frank knew that it was stupid of him and he knew that this could cost him his life in the future but he couldn't help it. He wasn't afraid. Well, not as afraid as he should be. Frank would describe how he felt right now as "on edge" more than being scared. The man's soft voice and gentle touch made it impossible for him to fear them, though he had no idea what he would do next. It would only take seconds for this Gerard character to flip his switch and press a blade to his throat.
"All done?" Gerard asked when he noticed Frank blowing air in and out of the pouch.
"Mmhm" He hummed.
Gerard took the empty container and threw it away. On the way back to his boy he passes the plan on his refrigerator door, smiling at it, he crumpled the paper in his hands and threw it away.
"Gerard?" A small voice called from the living room.
Gerard practically ran to see if his boy was okay. When he entered the living room he was relieved to see that Frank wasn't hurt, just worried.
"What's the problem, Frankie?"
Frank looked down at his lap, embarrassed that he was actually worried about the man who kidnaped him. Or more reasonably worried about what he would be doing while he wasn't in Frank's presence.
"I didn't know where you went." He said.
"Aw, sugar I would never leave you." Gerard cooed. He was nothing like Frank's father, that man deserved death.
A normal person in Frank's situation wouldn't find comfort in those words, in fact a normal person would be disturbed by words like those. But for some reason Frank wouldn't qualify as normal right then.