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CHAPTER 2~ ~Frank’s POV. I sat in my room, face pressed up against the cool glass of the window just staring, the guy from music class with the long black hair was being thrown out of his house by a Muscular, red-faced man. He shouted abuse to him, motioning him away before slamming the door, leaving the kid, I think his name was Jerry or something, standing alone. He just stood there for a while, holding his head in his hands. The shouting had started earlier, though it was just the regular domestic (which they seemed to have a lot of over there) but it escalated quickly. I heard a crash and more shouting which led up to this. I deba

Gerard and Frank were two very different people. Gerard was a young, slightly aloof man who came from a rich family that lived just out of central London. His parents owned a large manor house and a few acres of land which Gerard often took walks through or rode one of his many horses. His younger brother, Mikey, was more outgoing but understood why his brother preferred to keep to their land until leaving it was a necessity. Frank was a few years younger than Gerard, his eighteenth birthday soon approaching, but he had matured at a very young age. At thirteen his parents died of an unknown cause, and since then Frank has fended for himself.

One, Two, Three, Four, The days turned to weeks, One, Two, Three, Four, The weeks turned to months, One, Two, Three, Four, Five. He was slowly starting to lose hope that he would ever see his lover again. His steps echoed constantly, the house had stayed silent, awaiting the return of someone who may never come back. why did he leave? The searches had shown up nothing, without a trace he’d gone. His orders had become irrational, sending people out, no matter how many times he looked. where did he go? His hopes and pleas getting desperate, as he wanted him home. He slept on his side of their bed, trying to keep the scent that was s