Status: New story
How wrong we were to think
6
10.40
I looked up from pancake-making. What was that noise? It sounded like a window being opened… I got to my feet and went to the bathroom. I pushed the door open. Frank looked surprised. He was standing, naked and soaking wet, trying to see if the window would open up. I grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him over to me.
"What did I say about climbing through windows?" I demanded, shaking him. He looked upset, a few tears trickling down his cheek. Or maybe that was water from his hair.
"I…I'm sorry," he mumbled "I wasn't going to run… I was just.." he tailed off and looked at the floor. I glared. "Go and get dressed," I said, pushing him away from me and throwing him a towel "And then come get your pancakes,"
11.00
Frank pushed his plate away from him, only half of one pancake eaten. I raised an eyebrow. "You not finishing that then, huh?" he shook his head at me.
"Not hungry," he said quietly. He looked at his un-cuffed wrists, and then out of the small window near the door. "Why did you kidnap me, Gerard?"
"Because I need Brian to get me that money. I've known Brian for a while, Frank."
"Where do I come into this?"
"If he's scared for you, he'll give me the money in the hope that I'll let you go,"
Frank looked up at me. "Will you let me go?"
I chuckled. "We'll have to see about that, won't we?"
"Why do you need the money?" Frank asked, looking worried about my previous comment.
"Private stuff," I said "I'll maybe tell you later," I stood up and dumped the plates beside the sink. Frank sighed and leaned his head against the wall.
"I want to go home," he said.
"Too bad,"
"Why do you have to keep me?"
"I just fucking told you, are you deaf or what?" I replied angrily.
He frowned. "No, I'm not. But I won't tell anybody. I could just go and-"
"I said no, Frank," I interrupted, slapping his face sharply with the palm of my hand. He brought one of his hands up and touched his bright red cheek, and his eyes watered. "I just want to be home," he whispered "For five minutes. To tell my family I love them,"
I felt awful. I'm not really a bad guy, I wouldn't say. I'm too soft, really. But I acted tough and it worked. I laughed once at Frank. "Stop being so pathetic. At this rate you won't be seeing them again at all,"
Frank sighed. "I know. They won't want to see me anyway,"
I couldn't help but be curious. "What do you mean?"
"They don't like me anymore." he said quietly. "Because I'm gay,"
I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I knew exactly how he felt. My family did the same, they wouldn't talk to me for years. Even now, they hated me. That would be mostly because my boss was kind of a Mafia-dude. I wasn't in the mafia, myself. I just ran errands for him, collecting money and such. I could acquire it any way I wished. So things like Kidnapping good-looking guys like Frank were allowed.
"Oh," was all I said. Frank looked at me, he looked angry. "You wouldn't understand," he spat "You probably don't know what it's like, do you, you fucking psychopath! You've not been through what I've-"
I shut him up my putting a hand over his mouth. "Frank, shut the fuck up. I'm in fucking charge around here, okay? And yeah actually, I do understand. My parents hate me because I'm gay and because of what I've done with my life. Yeah, I'm a fucking psycho, I know that. You don't have to remind me of my shit life." I took my hand away and grabbed Frank by the wrists, cuffing them both together and sitting him down on the bed. He just looked at me curiously, as if he was trying to figure me out.
I ignored his stares and pulled my sketch book out from under the pillow. Frank craned his neck again in an attempt to see my sketches. I couldn't help but grin as I tutted at him. "No, you're not seeing them yet," I said, getting up and moving to where he couldn't see.
He frowned. "But I can see them?" he asked.
"Maybe," I replied vaguely, glancing at Frank before sketching a newer picture. "We'll see,"
I looked up from pancake-making. What was that noise? It sounded like a window being opened… I got to my feet and went to the bathroom. I pushed the door open. Frank looked surprised. He was standing, naked and soaking wet, trying to see if the window would open up. I grabbed him by the wrist and hauled him over to me.
"What did I say about climbing through windows?" I demanded, shaking him. He looked upset, a few tears trickling down his cheek. Or maybe that was water from his hair.
"I…I'm sorry," he mumbled "I wasn't going to run… I was just.." he tailed off and looked at the floor. I glared. "Go and get dressed," I said, pushing him away from me and throwing him a towel "And then come get your pancakes,"
11.00
Frank pushed his plate away from him, only half of one pancake eaten. I raised an eyebrow. "You not finishing that then, huh?" he shook his head at me.
"Not hungry," he said quietly. He looked at his un-cuffed wrists, and then out of the small window near the door. "Why did you kidnap me, Gerard?"
"Because I need Brian to get me that money. I've known Brian for a while, Frank."
"Where do I come into this?"
"If he's scared for you, he'll give me the money in the hope that I'll let you go,"
Frank looked up at me. "Will you let me go?"
I chuckled. "We'll have to see about that, won't we?"
"Why do you need the money?" Frank asked, looking worried about my previous comment.
"Private stuff," I said "I'll maybe tell you later," I stood up and dumped the plates beside the sink. Frank sighed and leaned his head against the wall.
"I want to go home," he said.
"Too bad,"
"Why do you have to keep me?"
"I just fucking told you, are you deaf or what?" I replied angrily.
He frowned. "No, I'm not. But I won't tell anybody. I could just go and-"
"I said no, Frank," I interrupted, slapping his face sharply with the palm of my hand. He brought one of his hands up and touched his bright red cheek, and his eyes watered. "I just want to be home," he whispered "For five minutes. To tell my family I love them,"
I felt awful. I'm not really a bad guy, I wouldn't say. I'm too soft, really. But I acted tough and it worked. I laughed once at Frank. "Stop being so pathetic. At this rate you won't be seeing them again at all,"
Frank sighed. "I know. They won't want to see me anyway,"
I couldn't help but be curious. "What do you mean?"
"They don't like me anymore." he said quietly. "Because I'm gay,"
I couldn't help but feel sorry for him. I knew exactly how he felt. My family did the same, they wouldn't talk to me for years. Even now, they hated me. That would be mostly because my boss was kind of a Mafia-dude. I wasn't in the mafia, myself. I just ran errands for him, collecting money and such. I could acquire it any way I wished. So things like Kidnapping good-looking guys like Frank were allowed.
"Oh," was all I said. Frank looked at me, he looked angry. "You wouldn't understand," he spat "You probably don't know what it's like, do you, you fucking psychopath! You've not been through what I've-"
I shut him up my putting a hand over his mouth. "Frank, shut the fuck up. I'm in fucking charge around here, okay? And yeah actually, I do understand. My parents hate me because I'm gay and because of what I've done with my life. Yeah, I'm a fucking psycho, I know that. You don't have to remind me of my shit life." I took my hand away and grabbed Frank by the wrists, cuffing them both together and sitting him down on the bed. He just looked at me curiously, as if he was trying to figure me out.
I ignored his stares and pulled my sketch book out from under the pillow. Frank craned his neck again in an attempt to see my sketches. I couldn't help but grin as I tutted at him. "No, you're not seeing them yet," I said, getting up and moving to where he couldn't see.
He frowned. "But I can see them?" he asked.
"Maybe," I replied vaguely, glancing at Frank before sketching a newer picture. "We'll see,"