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abbatoirablaze · 1 year ago

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How To Get Away With Murder, Chapter 16

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: mentions of cheating, mentions of murder, instance of gun violence, failed relationships, cheating, implications of sex, manipulation, angst.

A few months had passed since the murder of Wallace Mahoney. Frank was getting discouraged because every day Laurel left voicemails on his phone. It took everything in him not to redial her and say he was sorry. He just missed her. Even though he had Cheyanne, he was only happy half the time.

That's when he really thought about it. If only there were a way that he could have both women. They both seemed to fill the void in him, but only when he was with both of them. Any time he wasn't sleeping with both of them, he felt only partially fixed. Cheyanne knew that. That's why she let him keep going back to her even after he told Laurel that he loved her.

"Chey?"

"Call her," she whispered from the bed they were in. They'd just finished making love, but now that he'd finished all he wanted to do was talk to Laurel, "But be careful. Someone is watching us."

"What?"

"Like you haven't noticed the guy in the corner on the floor above us."

He sat up, "I haven't."

This time Cheyanne sat up, "You really haven't noticed him?"

Frank shook his head, "No way."

"He's a hitman. How come you haven't noticed him? He's been there for five days now. Doesn't come out of his room, just eyes ours up from the curtains."

"You're being paranoid."

"I tapped his phone."

"Cheyanne!"

"Annalise is the one that put him up to it."

"Your mom?"

"She knows Frank. Laurel let it slip when she was drunk that you killed my little brother...how else do you expect her to take it?"

Frank got up from the bed and put his pants on. Then he threw on a basic tee shirt, "We have to go to Coalport now."

"You don't start for another month down there, remember?"

"Yeah, I know. But if someone is following us, we have to move the timeline up. Hell, it's already end of August. I can just tell them the landlord said another apartment opened up so I can start in a week."

"Okay Frank," Cheyanne sighed, pulling on a pair of sweats and a loose fitting shirt. But the second we get to Coalport, we have to make an appointment."

"Deal," he said, kissing her stomach, "You go check out. I'll put the bags in the car and take care of our friend."

"Be careful," she said, pulling his face to her own and kissing him.

"I love you."

"I love you too, you jackass."

Cheyanne walked over to the registration office going underneath the concrete walkway so that their friend wouldn't get any ideas. Frank put their bags in the trunk. That's when he noticed the curtains in the corner room of the second floor move. How did Cheyanne notice but he didn't?

He made his way quickly up the set of stairs and jimmied his way into the room before the man even turned around.

"Annalise what do you want me to do?" the man said calmly through the phone, "Annalise!"

That's when Frank surprised him. He got him into a headlock before the man started fighting back. Frank tried to get behind him so he could cleanly break the man's neck but it didn't work.

"Hang up the phone," Frank growled. He knocked it from the mans grasp and it slammed shut along the corner of the room. The man got in a few good punches before Frank got behind him and snapped his neck.

"Fuck," he whispered to himself as he sat along the base of the bed. An hour had gone by before he went down to the car. Cheyanne looked terrified.

"Oh my god." she whispered.

"I'm fine," he said, "You didn't call the prison did you?"

"No."

"Good. I'm going to take a week to heal up."

"Oh Frank." she sighed.

"When we get to Coalport you can clean me up, okay?"

"No."

"No?"

"I have to clean you up now. If I don't then when we go to stage this guy's body your blood might be at the crime scene."

"We aren't staging his body, Cheyanne!" "Frank, we can't leave a trail of bodies. I already know which car was his. It's the one with the rental car license plate cover. Put his body in the trunk and we'll drive until we hit that one lone stretch of road right outside of town. I'll go to the gas station and get us some gasoline. I'll meet you there. Okay?"

"Chey!"

"Frank, we can't leave the body in the room. Then mom will definitely know we were here!"

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, knowing that she was right. He nodded and led her back to the room. In the bathroom, she cleaned his cuts and put band aids and gauze on them as needed.

"You're going to have to run his car into a tree. Take all the booze from the mini bar and get it in his system. I'll clean up the room."

"Chey?"

"Don't do that, we don't have time for questions."

Frank did what Cheyanne told him, but the whole time, all he could think of was Annalise. She clearly wanted him dead. He understood why. But how did he end up taking away her entire family? He killed her son. Which led to the kids killing Sam, and somehow, the one person she had left, he managed to fall in love with, take on a killing spree, and knock up.

"I'm sorry," he said, after he got the last bottle of booze down his throat. Cheyanne looked up at him from her hands and knees. She was searching the room for the cell phone he dropped. When she found it she got up and went to the bathroom where she rinsed any last traces of blood down the sink, "Chey?"

"I heard you," she said, coming back out into the main room. The two lovers looked at one another before finally Frank made his way over to her. He brushed some of her hair out of her face and looked deep into her hazel eyes.

"I never meant to do any of this to you, Chey, I swear."

"I know Frank." She said, pulling out of his embrace. She made it all the way to the door before she turned around, "Come on, we've gotta kill a dead man."

Five weeks had passed, and it was October first. Cheyanne was due any day and it made Frank nervous that he was still getting help from her. Just a week ago while they were in Coalport, someone from the Castillo family found their way into the hotel room they were staying in.

The low-level goon that Jorge Castillo sent to 'take care of' Frank didn't realize that Cheyanne was not to be taken lightly. She'd seen the goon watching them for two days before his plan was put to work. He got into the hotel room easily. What he didn't know was that Cheyanne had gotten adjoining rooms. They were entering through one but staying in the other. So, when the goon went in, and Cheyanne heard him, she got out a syringe with a tranquilizer in it. Opening the door, she quietly followed the man, until he reached the bathroom door.

From there she jabbed him quickly with the needle and ducked. The man swung wildly catching Cheyanne in the jaw before he fell to the floor, unconscious.

Frank was livid when came back from work. Cheyanne had him in the bathroom of the room they didn't sleep in. She'd placed an iv in his arm that forced a paralytic cocktail into his veins. He couldn't move.

"That's going to leave a bruise." she whispered, holding a bag of ice to her jaw.

"How could you have done that?" Frank demanded, going between the bathroom and the main part of the room, "What if he had a gun? Or hurt our baby boy?"

"But he didn't."

"He punched you in the jaw!"

"That was because I didn't duck quick enough," she replied, "You try ducking with what feels like a bowling ball strapped to your stomach."

"We aren't arguing about this," he sighed, "What are we going to do with him?"

"He clearly comes from Laurel." she said, gesturing to his look. He was a Hispanic man that wasn't dressed very well and had gang tattoos.

"Chey, don't be like that."

"What, it's okay when your other girlfriend sends a hit out but not when my mom does it?" Cheyanne asked.

"Stop it." he pleaded.

She sighed, and stepped back into the bathroom, "We can tie him up and keep him subdued until we leave, or we can kill him. Since she's your girlfriend, I'll give you the choice, Frank."

"I'm going to tie him up and leave him in the closet. We'll knock him out tomorrow but let him loose after we finish off Bonnie's dad."

"Fine," she sighed, "My back is killing me, I'm going to go lay down.

"I think I'll join you." he said, pushing his luck.

"No fucking way," she responded, pushing him back into the room, "I know what you did to get that girls pass. You reek of sex. I put up with it when you're with Laurel, but not with this girl."

"Baby, she meant nothing."

"I know, but that doesn't matter to me."

The next night 'Kevin' went into work and did his normal janitorial duties. Karen flirted with him and asked if he wanted to 'do it' again. He gave her a smile and said something about maybe when they got off their shifts.

Around 2:30 in the morning he went into the wing where Bonnie's dad was being housed. His lungs were failing, but the surprise Frank had for him would be the best way he could think to send him off.

When he got to the room the man was sleeping peacefully.

How was it that the sick asshole slept in his jail bed so peacefully? His daughter had been scarred for life.

That made him think about Cheyanne. They both decided they wanted to be surprised about the sex of the twins. But what if they were born and they were girls? Sure he would love them unconditionally, but what kind of man would hurt his child, his daughter like that? It made him sick to his stomach as he started at this sickly man.

He smiled when he pulled out the gas and connected his tubing to it. He smiled even more as he explained to the man that the chemical compound was going to be the most painful death he could give him, and yet it wouldn't be enough to make up for what he did to his own daughter.

Something about this death felt so satisfying to Frank. He couldn't even begin to explain the joy he felt as the man flatlined. He turned off the notifiers and plugged the tubing back into the oxygen tank. Then he took his own tank and put it back on his janitorial cart. When he got back to the cart the rest of his night went relatively slow.

It wasn't until 5 a.m. when he was clocking out that the nurses were calling for a doctor. In the rounds they made they noticed that Bonnie's father wasn't breathing.

A week later, Bonnie went out to Coalsport to make funeral arrangements. When she left, she saw Frank standing outside by his car. She hung up on Laurel and walked up to him. Frank was unsure on what to do, but when she hugged him, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you," she sighed, "Thank you so much.

Together they drove back to the room.

"I want you to meet someone." he smiled, pulling into the parking lot.

"She gave birth?"

Frank smiled, "Four days ago."

"Oh my god," Bonnie responded, "How's she doing?"

"I didn't think she could do so well," he said turning the car off, "They came back to the room yesterday. I'm a daddy again, Bonnie." When they got in, they saw a tiny baby being swaddled and rocked by Cheyanne.

"Bonnie," she said in a shocked tone. She made a 'yikes' face and then mouthed 'I miss you so much'

Frank laughed and walked over, taking the little boy in his arms, allowing Cheyanne to give her a hug.

"Bonnie, I want you to meet our son, Frank Jr," he said, gesturing to the baby in his arms.

Tears welled up in Bonnie's eyes as she looked between Cheyanne and Frank, "Bon, we want you to be his godmother."

"Me?"

Cheyanne nodded, "Yeah. You've always been there for us..."

She nodded and pulled both of them into a hug saying that she would. That's when Cheyanne's cell rang.

"Mom? Is everything alright?"

Eve was calling from the road. She was set to be there in five minutes. Then she was going to take her and Julie back to her house on campus. They hung up and she hugged Bonnie once more before she finished packing.

"Do me a favor?" Cheyanne asked as she put the last of the bags in the car. Bonnie looked to the room for a moment, and then at her.

"Anything."

"I can't be with Frank," she admitted. There was a pain in her voice as she reflected on her emotions and Bonnie frowned, "Emotionally. After he killed your father, he's been having a lot of nightmares about his own...I don’t think he’s going to stop, Bon…I-I need a clean break, so I have a lead to bolt…and if you do it, by the time you’re done I’ll be close enough to my mom…and I know he won’t come after us…not even for the kids."

"Are you trying to ask me to sleep with Frank?"

"I am not saying to have sex with him or not. I'm asking you to do something that I can't do..." she sighed, looking over at the father of her children. He was making sure the car seat was secure, "Be there for him emotionally, Bon…because we’re just…not connecting anymore. I think Frankie was the end of us and we both know it…I don't care what you two do. I'm just asking..."

"Would you be mad if we slept together?"

"I wouldn't be mad."

"He's not coming back after he figures himself out"

"I don't know," she admitted. "and I told him I didn't want to know. Truth is, by the time he does manage to figure himself out, I’ll have already sold the house, changed our names, and disappeared."

“Holy shit…you’re serious…”

“I’m leaving it all behind, Bon. Taking the kids and running…before my sins catch up to me.”

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