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“Dad…where have you been?”
Frank stood in the hallway of his living room. Beer bottles scattered the ground around his feet. His dad, drunk out of his mind peered up at him. “Shut your mouth..boy.. or I’ll shut it for you…” He slurred his words heavily. “How bout you tell me where you were…huh boy? Frank hung his head. He had been at his friend Gerard’s house. Of course he would never admit this to his Dad, but he knew his dad suspected it. “At that fuckin’…what…Gerald’s house? Fuckin’ faggot. Both of you” Franks heart stung at the harsh names. All he wanted was dinner. He had been starving for hours, his father never even bothering to notice. “Uh…Dad?” He suddenly stopped, not wanting to piss him off further. “Never mind” Frank turned to leave, when a yell shook through his core and stopped him dead in his tracks. “IS THAT A FUCKING TATTOO?”Frank knew better than to run. Which stupidly, he did. He was only 16, he shouldn’t have been having to run from his own father. He didn’t make it even more than a few strides, before a rough hand seized his neck and rolled up his shirt. His tattoo was revealed. Frank silently scolded himself, why the hell would he get a scorpion tattoo on his neck, of all places!? “Shit! I’m dead.” But instead of the screaming he braced himself for, he was met with an eerie silence. Slowly, and unsettlingly calmly, he father walked him towards the basement. It hadn’t triggered in Franks mind, until he was being shoved down the basement stairs. The heavy door was locked, his fathers fuming anger finally showing. “No one’s gonna hear you scream now, boy. It’s just gonna be you… and me.” He smirked menacingly, shoving Franks small frame to the floor with a thud. He grabbed Franks neck roughly, examining the tattoo. He gave Frank a harsh squeeze, before standing back up and stomping down full force on Franks throat. He screamed in agony. “D-DAD! YOUR HURTING ME! STOP!” He wheezed out. But not an ounce in his body gave mercy. Frank was forced to stare up, horrified at his dad through his bulging eyes. Warm tears welled up and spilled out of them. His face went from a bright red, to a dark, unpleasant purple in a matter of seconds. Soon, his vision blurred and the figure of his dad standing above him turned into a dark shadow, and then just a blob in his hazy vision. His eyes rolled back, and he passed out. A little drool trickled from his open mouth. Frank’s dad finally stopped stepping on his throat, opening his airways again. Even in his unconscious state, his lungs still gasped for air and his lips slurped up the air. He chuckled at the sight of his son on the floor, giving a hard kick to his ribs before slowly slipping off his shirt and jeans, climbing on top of the disoriented boy. “We’re gonna have fun Frankie.” He licked his lips and reached to unbuckle Franks jeans. He smirked at the fussing he heard.Just another day in the Iero household.-Time skip-Three days. It had been three days now that Gerard’s best friend hadn’t come to school. And he was worried as hell. He opened his texts for the 2nd time that morning, scrolling through his messages with Frank.
*“Frankie? You weren’t in school today. Everything okay?”*
*“Frank? It’s been two days now.. call me when you can.”*
*”…it’s been three days. You haven’t called me and I’m getting worried.”*
*”Call me.”*
…
*”Im coming over.”*Gerard would never admit it even to himself, but he was madly in love with Frank. He had the most adorable little face… and the most beautiful hazel eyes. Gerard could stare into them for hours. So that’s why Gerard was now skipping class, instead walking 4 miles in the pouring rain to Franks house. Maybe that’s what love does to you. *”Goddamn it…this fucking rain.”* he pulled his hood over his mop of black hair, hurrying along. He just wanted to make sure his boyfr- no, friend, was okay.When he finally got there, the first thing he noticed was that all the lights were off. The house was pitch black. He knocked on the door, standing there for a few minutes with no answer. Finally anxiety took over and he walked in. The house seemed empty. He walked down the hallway he’d walked down a thousand times before, coming into the familiar surrounding of Franks bedroom. He looked down at his friends unconscious body sprawled out on the bed, naked. He had to bite down on his tongue to hide his blush. But quickly, this embarrassment was soon filled with horror. Because the paleness of Frank’s smooth skin had something else splattered on it. He had dried blood all over the small of his back and coming out of his bottom. Somebody had raped him. “Oh… Frankie.. what happened to you…” He picked up Frank’s body with ease, gently slumping him over his shoulder. “Your coming home with me.”
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Frank woke up feeling…good?Maybe good wasn’t the word the describe it. There was a burning pain in his ass, and his back ached like hell. He couldn’t clearly remember what happened. Something with his dad. But right now, he felt warmth. It took a bit for his eyes to adjust to the dark room he was in, but he was certainly not still in his basement. He soon realized that the warmth he was feeling was coming from the arms wrapped around him. He was laying in bed with none other than his best friend Gerard Way. He smiled a little, nuzzling into Gerard’s neck. He closed his eyes and let his guard down, letting himself slip into well needed rest.
The both of them groaned, waking up many hours later to the sound of Gerards alarm.
“Damn it…I forgot it’s Saturday”
Gerard rolled over, reaching over and shutting off his alarm. Frank stirred a little.
“Gee?”
“No, no go back to sleep Frankie.”
Gerard laid back down, spooning Frank.
“Ow. My fuckin’ ass hurts.”
“Did you uh…kidnap me from my own house Gee?”
Frank smirked. He had forgotten all about what had happened leading up to that.
“Haha…maybe…”
But Gerard’s gaze quickly darkened. “Um…Frank? You wouldn’t happen to remember…why you were passed out and uh…not to mention naked in your basement do you?”
Frank looked down at himself. Come to think of it, he had just realized now that he was wearing a pair of Gee’s sweatpants and shirts. He rubbed his forehead, trying to remember.
“I don’t remember man…something with my Dad…? I think he was angry? Oh yeah! He saw my fucking tattoo! I’m fucked dude!”Gerards face went paler than it already was.
“What’s wrong man…? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!”
“Frankie… don’t take this the wrong way but I think your Dad raped you.”
“Raped me? What the hell are you talking about?!” Frank looked absolutely bewildered. Sure, his dad would often beat him and was never home for him but rape him?
Gerard grabbed Franks shoulders, looking him in the eyes. “Think about it! Why would I find you naked on the ground, with blood all over your ass!? And why would you be sore, hm?”
“H-he would never…I mean my dads a bad person but…”
Frank was at a loss for words. Suddenly the memories started to flood back to him, and he started to sob. He could almost vividly remember waking up multiple times during his assault, flipped on his stomach with something prodding in and out of his hole. He could remember incoherent whimpers coming out of his mouth, and hearing a chuckle as something warm and wet sprayed all over and filled his insides.Gerard hugged him, petting his hair softly and whispering into his ear.
“I’ll never let him hurt you, I promise.”He gently planted a soft kiss on Franks forehead, glad it was dark in the room because that turned him into a flustered mess. Frank looked up slowly with his tear stained face, shakily muttering to Gee:
“I need a bath. Right now.”
Gerard was almost startled to see how quickly Frank stood up, racing towards the bathroom.
“Hey man be quiet! My moms still asleep!”
Frank entered the bathroom, and Gerard stood awkwardly outside.
“Do you uh.. want me to come in or-“
Frank grabbed Gerard’s hand, pulling him in and closing the door.
“Don’t leave me please.” He begged.
Gee smiled, sadly. “I won’t.”
He helped Frank get undressed, trying not to gag at the bloody mess oozing out of Franks hole. He gently helped him sit down in the bathtub, grabbing him a fresh washcloth. He turned the water on so it was warm, and then reached for the soap.Frank was now sitting wrapped in a towel on Gee’s bed, waiting for him to find some clothes that would fit his small figure. He felt a bit awkward as Gerard washed him, but it felt relieving to have the disgusting mess that his father made on him washed away. His ass had stopped bleeding, but it hurt terribly. Gerard insisted that he put some medicine on it, so he had gently rubbed some ointment onto it. Frank was so thankful for Gee. Without him, god knows where he would be. Still in that basement, bleeding out. Or worse, his father still having control of his unconscious body.Gee came back, giving Frank a soft smile. He handed Frank the pile of clothes, Frank happily accepted. He put on the faded Metallica tee, and sweatpants that were baggy on his skinny legs.
“He didn’t feed you either…did he? Your so skinny..”
Frank sadly nodded, ashamed that even Gerard thought he looked bad.
“Well cmon! I bet my moms up by now and she can make you an omelette or something!”The two of them walked to the kitchen, his mom greeting them.
“Good morning boys! Oh Frankie, what a nice surprise to see you! Your Dad called for you a few minutes ago…I’ll let him know your here!
Both Gerard and Franks faces filled with dread.
“R-really there’s no need to…”
“Oh hush. I already did.. your too polite! Now sit, I’ll fix you some breakfast!”
She smiled and patted Franks head. Frank smiled a little, although still uneasy. He sat down, Gee sitting across from him. Gerard’s mom had always been like a parent to Frank, especially since his mother left him before he could even remember. Sometimes he wished Gee’s mom would adopt him. His life would be so much better.About 20 minutes later, Gerard’s mom set down a plate of eggs in front of both of them.
“Eat up boys!”
Frank happily accepted, glad to have a real meal and not something microwaved from the gas station. He looked up at Gerard, who had been staring at him.
“Like what you see?” Frank smirked
“N-no I wasn’t…I mean..” Gerard turned into a flustered mess.
“Haha look at you! Your so damn red! Like a tomato!” Frank teased
“Shut uppp Frankie!”Both boys innocently teased each other, finally feeling at ease. They were interrupted when a hard knock came at the door. They both went pale. Gerard’s mother answered the door, clueless to the boys silently panicking.
“Mr Iero!”
He put on a fake smile, happily speaking to her.
“Hello Mrs Way..Frankie never told me he was coming here! I just woke up and he was gone.”
The fake sweetness in his voice made the boys sick. He peered over at Frank, giving him a death glare. “He must have snuck out…”
“Oh my…I thought he was sleeping over. I’m so sorry Mr Iero. You can take him home.”
“I will, thank you Donna.”
He smiled, giving her a side hug before walking right up to Frank and grabbing his arm.
Gerard had a look of horror on his face, wanting to follow Frank. He wanted to rip him right out of that assholes grasp, protecting him. But instead, he was forced to watch as Frank was dragged along by his rapist. His own father.Frank nearly cried at the tight grip on his wrist, as he was shoved into the car. His Dad started it, driving away.
“You mister, are in so much trouble. And you better not have told that little faggot about anything otherwise I’ll kill you both.”
“D-dad.. please..I didn’t-“
He delivered a harsh slap to Franks face, shutting him up.
“I don’t want to hear a word from you. When we get home, I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”
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“Mom you have to listen to me!”
“Ooh.. are you worried about your little boyfriend?”
“Shut up Mikey! This is serious!”No matter how much crying Gerard did, his mom wouldn’t buy it.
“Please! We have to help him!”
“Gee. Calm down. He’s just strict, that’s all. Maybe I should start being more strict with you so you don’t act like this.”
Mikey snickered
“Yeah Gee.”If only they knew.Ever since Frank left, Gerard couldn’t help but feel sick to his stomach. Now he knew something bad was happening. He needed to tell his mom. But how?
After he calmed down a bit, sipping a glass of water and trying to keep his nausea down he looked to his mom with his tear filled eyes.
“Mom?”
“Yes hun?”
Gerard looked down, finding it hard to keep eye contact when talking about something like this.
“F-franks.. dad is raping him.”
…
“Phone. Now.”
Gerard looked up, confused at her words.
“What..? No! Mom! He’s raping him! You have to believe me! Y-you can see for yourself..he-“
She snatched his phone, holding it up.
“It’s this damn phone! You’ve been watching these inappropriate shows and now your getting these dirty ideas! Gerard, get in your room. Now. Your not allowed to leave for a week. No seeing anyone, especially not Frank.”
His eyes widened in horror. If he couldn’t see Frank, he wouldn’t know if Frank was okay. If he was even alive.
“I hate you! Nobody fucking listens to me! He’s raping him I’m telling you!”
It had been 4 days. 4 days without Frank, and no way to communicate with him. He had missed so much school by now, not that any of that mattered to him anymore. Gerard refused to eat. How could he. At this very moment, Frank could be getting assaulted. He couldn’t wait another 3 days. He had to go now.Very slowly, Gerard crept into his moms room in the middle of the night. Thankfully for him, she was passed out, and his phone was left out in the open laying on her bookshelf. He picked it up, and without any noise, left the house.He shivered, cursing to himself. The freezing air bit at his skin.
“Should’ve brought my damn jacket. It’s so cold out here.”
But it would be worth it, just to make sure his Frankie was okay. He really hoped he was.Not even 20 minutes later, Gerard was approaching the house. He was relieved to see that the lights were on, but knew that didn’t mean Frank was safe. Very slowly, he crept around to the backside of the house where he knew Franks window was. He had snuck in so many times before through there, so why did this feel so scary?Gerard wrapped his fingers around the window, and pulled himself up. At first, he just saw Franks wall. He couldn’t see where Franks bed was. He took out the phone in his pocket, and very carefully held it through the open window into Franks room. The only sounds he could hear now were the sounds of the wind and Frank…moaning?Gerard’s face turned bright red. He was masturbating? Gerard licked his lips. He knew this couldve been a serious situation, but his crush was masturbating and he was getting it on video. He couldn’t see him, but he knew his phone did.After a few more seconds, he stopped the recording and jumped off the window. He knew this was fucked up and creepy, but he didn’t care. Now he would have stuff to get off to at home. There was nothing else to do, since he was grounded.He was thankful to see as he walked in the door of his house that his parents and brother were still asleep. Good. They didn’t need to know what he just did. Silently, he crept back to his room and curled up in his bed. He pulled his pants down and stuck his hand in his boxers, ready to get off to his beautiful Frankie. He opened the video he had taken. Immediately, his face was filled with disgust and his hand flew out of his pants.Frank wasn’t masturbating.
Frank didn’t even look like he wanted to be moaning.
He was being raped.
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“My name is Gerard Way and I’m not insane. Last night I witnessed my best friend being raped. His name is Frank Iero. And his rapist is his dad. I know I sound crazy. I’m not. I’ve been friends with Frank since 5th grade. I don’t know why he wouldn’t tell me about something like this. Not that I would’ve suspected it anyways. Franks dad was nice. Or at least, used to be. After his wife died, he tried his best to be there for Frank. And hell, sometimes he even felt like a dad to me. He would take me and Frank out to get ice cream, so why would he do something like this? It all stopped being nice after he became an alcoholic. I always noticed, but never mentioned the marks I would see on Franks body. I thought it would be rude to do so. I’ve found out now that Franks dad beats him, and has been beating him for a while now. What I could’ve never imagined was the rape. When I first found him, bleeding out on the floor I thought he was dead. No human should have that much blood come out of their ass. Last night, I witnessed it. And I have video evidence. I would like to report this to the police. If this keeps happening, I don’t think I can live anymore.” -Gee
Gerard was finally able to go to school again. Although he wasn’t allowed on his phone, he still had it hidden under his bed. He would need it to show to the police. He has written that note last night, since he couldn’t sleep after what he saw.But stupidly, Gee had left the note out on his bed. And Gerard’s mom had found it. Horrified, she called the school to get Gerard. She had skimmed over, and not read the whole thing. But the line “I dont think I can live anymore” scared her like it would scare any mother. She thought it was a suicide note.…“Gerard Authur Way?”
One of the nurses called his name. Gerard’s mother had come directly to the school, informing Gerard she would be taking him to the mental asylum.
“I found your suicide note baby, it’s not your fault. The doctors are gonna help you.”
She wouldn’t listen to anything he said. No matter what he said to her, he was crazy in her eyes. No one took him seriously.
“Hello Mr Way.”
The doctor sat across from him on the chair he was strapped to.
They treated him like he was a feral animal. Straps? For what? He was telling the truth!
“Now Gerard, you’ve been experiencing hallucinations and schizophrenic episodes, correct?”
Schizophrenia? Was this guy insane?
“No sir…it’s really happening, my best friend he-“
“Now Gerard, denial is one of the symptoms. Do you feel like hurting yourself or other people?”
“GOD FUCKING DAMN IT NO ONE WILL LISTEN! IM NOT LYING I SAW IT! I SAW HIM!”
He started to thrash wildly in the chair, the doctor called for the nurses to come in. They grabbed his neck, injecting a syringe into it. After a few seconds, his efforts became slow and groggy and his vision started to blur. His body went limp and he slumped over in the chair.He woke up in a plain white room, the only thing there being the bed he was laying on and the barred up window. He tried to move but his limbs felt frozen and numb. He stared up at the ceiling. His Frankie was gonna die. In his mind, he was already being killed by that monster he called a father. He was slowly draining life out of Franks beautiful hazel eyes. And all he could do was watch.
In Franks house, lay in bed next to his father. Frank was naked, and shivering. His dad didn’t allow him a blanket because he thought it covered him up. He sometimes didn’t even let him wear clothes.
“Um…dad?”
Franks dad stirred, groaning. He wasn’t wearing any clothes, only boxers.
“Frankie, I told you. You refer to me as Daddy. Understood?”
Frank swallowed hard. The name, daddy, made him uncomfortable.
“D-daddy?”
“Yes my little slut?”
Frank wanted to cry.
“I’m…cold…”
He gave an evil, fake innocent smile.
“Well cmere. Cuddle with your daddy. You know he likes that.”He didn’t have a choice, because within seconds his dad was pulling him underneath him and almost crushing him with his weight.
“Comfy?”
Frank reluctantly nodded.
“Good boy.”
He ran his fingers through Franks hair, and worked his way down to Franks ass. Frank tensed, feeling him kneading the sensitive flesh.
“I think I want you baby.”
“N-no dad…please..”
“I think I want you. And I get what I want.”It was no use. His face was pressed flat into the cum stained mattress, his back arched and his ass forced in the air. The all too familiar sound of boxers being pulled off and his dad taking his erection out was heard. Frank bit his tongue, trying not to scream as he felt a burning sensation prodding into his hole. It felt like his insides were being torn out as his father began to thrust wildly, his hips slamming into his ass.
“D-da..dad..stop..please..”
Frank begged but the relentless assault didn’t stop. It only got faster.
“Fuck…fuck you take it so good baby boy. Your ass is so fucking tight…mm..I love ruining you. Your my slut. Say it. My fuck toy.”
He yanked Franks head back by his hair.
“Say it!”
“I…I’m your slut…”
“Good boy.”
After a couple more agonizing seconds, he felt something warm and wet seep into his insides. He couldn’t help it, and started to cry.
“Pathetic little bitch.”
His father stood up to leave. He kicked Franks writhing body.
“Clean yourself up whore.”
He waited until he heard his father leave the room, before sobbing into the mattress. He wanted this to be over. He wanted Gerard. Where even was Gee? It had been days since he saw him. Did he even care anymore? Frank sobbed harder. He was gonna be stuck rotting in his hell for the rest of his life.He reached under his bed, feeling around for the dull razor he had. It was way too dull to do any real damage, but it was worth a shot. He closed his eyes, feeling the cold metal on his wrist. He dug it across, feeling the warm blood dripping down his arm. He hated blood. It seemed like he was always bleeding. After a couple minutes, the bleeding started to stop. He sighed. Another pathetic failed attempt. It looked like he would still be stuck, no Gerard to help him get through.
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The days seemed to blend together for Gerard. Every day he spent in that bland room was another day he knew Frank was being tortured. It was the same routine. The nurses came in, forcing him to take pills for his “schizophrenic attacks” and then he was forced into a small bathroom, uncomfortably getting undressed and showering in front of one of the staff. After talking to a therapist, trying to somehow reason with them that he was telling the truth, he ate a stale meal and laid in his cot for the rest of the day.His mom called him every day, leaving him multiple messages about how she missed him, and how even Mikey was worried about him. He refused to answer any of their calls though, he didn’t want to speak to them after what his mother did. How could she not believe her own son? It was not until he was informed by one of his nurses that his family was coming to visit him was he forced with the reality of having to see them.He dreaded it for the next 3 days, even though he spent most of his time sleeping his worries away. He swore sometimes he heard Franks whimpers in his sleep. One of the nights, he had a very vivid nightmare. He was standing in the center of Franks bedroom, frozen. He couldn’t move, couldn’t close his eyes, was forced to watch the scene in front of him. Frank was brutally being raped. There was blood. So much blood. He tried screaming, tried reaching for him but nothing worked. He watched as every thrust took a toll on Franks frail body, until he finally went limp. Blood oozed out of his ass and seeped into the mattress. “STOP! YOUR KILLING HIM!” but Franks father didn’t hear him. He watched his love slowly bleed out, until he went still. He woke up in a cold sweat, wiping his cheeks as tears streamed down his face. He couldn’t scream, that would just give the doctors another reason to keep him there. Though, maybe he really was going crazy?The day came that his family came to visit him. For once in his life, Mikey actually looked worried. His mom was too upset to see Gerard, they had to calm her down in the waiting room. Mikey looked at him from across the glass.
“Hey Gee.”
…”Hi bud.”
“I-I..look. I believe you now. Frank hasn’t been to school in a week. He hasn’t even come out of his house. I should’ve listened to you.. Gee..I’m so fucking sorry. I’m such a shitty brother. There’s nothing wrong with you Gee.. you were right.”
Gerard’s eyes widened. Mikey believed him? Mikey didn’t think he was crazy? He wanted to hug him if there wasn’t glass between them.
“Oh Mikes..I love you so fucking much. Please… you need to help Frank. I keep having visions of him….I..”
Mikey cleared his throat to interrupt him.
“I’m not gonna help him. You are.”
“What..?”
Mikey slid Gerard a knife under the glass.
“Use that to like…i dunno, cut the boards off the windows? Just don’t hurt yourself with it Gee..it’s gonna be okay. I promise.”
Gerard gave him a sad smile.
“I wouldn’t. I love ya Mikes.”
“Love you too.”The next few days went by slow, Gerard was waiting. The nighttime security guards switched shifts every week, by Saturday the guard would be exhausted from being up all week. So that’s exactly when he would escape. When Saturday finally came around, Gerard laid his belongings out on the bed. He had everything he would need. It wasn’t like he had much anyways. He had the knife Mikey gave him, and his jacket. He would leave at midnight.Very carefully, he crept across his room. As much as a single creak in the floorboards would fuck him up. He got to the window, and snapped open his pocket knife. He began cutting at the wood covering on the window, thankfully it was quite flimsy. When he finally got one of the boards off, he looked down and shuddered. It was extremely foggy out, he couldn’t see where the ground was. He assumed he was high up. He peeled the second board off with his knife, the wood clattering to the floor. He shoved the knife in his jacket, just as the security guard had woken up from the noise.
“Hey! Freeze!”
There was no turning back now. With a deep breath, he ran forward and jumped out of the window.
He was plummeting for about a second before he hit the concrete. To his surprise, he was not high up at all, and just a bit hurt. His cheek was bleeding a bit from where he hit it. He stood up, knowing he had to run. They would be after him soon. He started to run, ignoring the raging hunger in his stomach. Ignoring the pain in his cheek from falling. Frank needed him.He kept running for what seemed like hours, his legs burning. Every inch of his body wanted him to stop. But he couldn’t. Adrenaline was the only thing keeping him going at this point. Eventually, his surrounding started to get familiar. He passed his house. He saw Mikey through the window, strumming mindlessly on his bass guitar. He felt bad for the kid. He knew he probably wouldn’t see him again after what he was about to do.He finally got to Franks house, stopping and gasping for breath. He walked around to the back, climbing up and tapping on Franks window.
“Frankie.”
He tapped again.
“Frank, cmon man.”
The window opened a little, inside was the disoriented boy.
“Gee..?”
Gerard crawled in through the window. He landed on Franks bed with a grunt.
“I thought you forgot about me Gee..”
“What…? I could never Frankie…”
Gerard took Franks hand, trying to pull him up.
“Cmon hun..let’s get you out of here.”
Tears filled Franks eyes.
“I can’t..he’ll find me…”
Gerard pulled harder but Frank wouldn’t budge. He laid back down on his bed.
“Fine then. If you won’t leave neither will I.”
Gerard laid pressed up against Frank, cuddling his body close. He looked down at Frank.
“I love you Frank. And I hope you always know that.”
Before Gerard could say anything, Frank cupped his face and kissed him. Both of them closed their eyes, melting into the kiss. For once, the hell they were going through seemed to pause for a minute. Gerard laid ontop of Frank, careful not to hurt him. They intertwined fingers and continued to kiss, lost in their little world.Franks door swung open.“You fuckin’ faggots.”
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Gerards heart felt like it stopped as the door swung open. Standing in the doorway was Franks shirtless and intoxicated father.
And boy, was he angry.
He had seen everything.
He had heard everything.
They were both so dead.
Before he could make a move, Gerards voice piped up.
“I know what you did sir! What you’ve been doing! Gerard exclaimed, thinking this would stop Franks dad. If he knew that Gerard knew about the rape, maybe he would let them go.
Only, the exact opposite happened.
“Oh, you saw our little…fun?”
He smirked
“Care to join pretty boy? I know you’ve got the hots for my son. Its obvious. And damn, does he have a nice piece of ass. Nice and tight.”
He knew this would infuriate Gerard. And it did. Gerard stood up, fuming.
“THATS IT! IM CALLING THE POLICE!”
Franks dad came charging at him, Gerard bent his knees and got in front of Franks quivering body. But of course, Gerard was a teenage boy and Franks dad was a grown man. He tackled Gerard down, crushing him onto the floor. Gerard screamed in pain. His phone fell out of his pocket, clattering to the floor.He tried to sit up, but he was crushed by the weight of the man who was now straddling his waist. He braced himself as he watched his fists pull back, and then blow after blow was delivered right to his face. His nose started to bleed, he was sure it was broken after he heard a sickening crack from it. His head lolled back, his mouth open slightly. He started to cough, choking on the blood dripping into his mouth. He closed his eyes ans prayed that it would stop there. That he would slowly slip into unconsciousness. Fortunately for him, shortly after he had closed his eyes he felt the unbearable weight come off of his body. He wanted to open his eyes, wanted to see where he went but his head ached too bad. He heard Frank yelp, footsteps, and then silence.About 20 minutes. Gerard had finally managed to power through the headache pounding inside his skull and grab onto Franks bedpost. He slowly pulled himself up, finally opening his eyes. His vision was blurry and he felt blood dripping onto his clothes. He wiped his face with his hand, smearing blood all over it. At least it wasn’t on his face anymore. From the look of it, Gerard looked like he had killed someone.Dizzily, he stumbled out of Franks room and into the dark hallway. He had trouble navigating down it, even though he had walked down it millions of times before. His steps were uneven and small, he could barely hear over the ringing in his ears.
“Frankie..?”
“Oh Frankie.. please don’t be dead.”
…
“S-say something if you can hear me.. i need to find you..”After many agonizing seconds of silence, he heard a faint scream coming from the basement. Of course he was in the basement. Why didn’t he think of that. Gerard limped to the door, opening it and rushing as fast as he could down the stairs.He rubbed his eyes, they were set on the scene in front of him.He let out a sigh of relief. Franks dad had passed out, he had been drunk. He stumbled over to Frank, pulling him into a hug.
Frank was shaking, but he was okay. Everything was gonna be okay.
Frank backed up, looking at Gerard.
“Man… it looks like you killed someone.”
Gerard gave a sad smile.
He took Franks hand, kissing him. They finally got an uninterrupted kiss. No one could stop them now. He grabbed Franks hand, pulling him to the stairs.“Let go of my son.”Gerard spun around, facing Franks father. He was trying to stand, but still heavily intoxicated. Gerard walked up to him, his hand fiddling into his pocket. He stood right next to him.
Frank spoke up
“Gee what are you-“Gerard pulled the knife out of his pocket, and in a slash quicker than anyone could see, he slit Franks dad’s throat.He stood there as Franks dad sputtered for air, gasping for breath. The feeling was suffocating. For both of them. Franks dad couldnt physically breathe, every time he tried blood sputtered out of his mouth. Gerard was gripping the knifes handle so hard his fingers were white. He stared down in denial. He just killed someone. And Frank, Frank was silent. He had just watched his best friend kill his father. It was too much for one day.Soon police sirens filled the silence. They all stayed frozen, in shock. Franks father was now dead. He bled out all over the floor. His blood had seeped into Gerards shoes. The front door was banged on, before broken down. Footsteps were heard above them, until they figured out the scene had taken place in the basement. Four armed police men entered the room, pointing their guns at Gerard.
“Hands up! Now! Drop your weapon!”
Gerard turned, his face draining of color. His knife clattered to the floor.
“W-wait no.. this isn’t what it looks like..”
He turned to Frank.
“Tell them Frankie! Tell them what happened!”
But Frank remained silent, staring blankly in front of him.
“The neighbors called us, complaining about screaming about 20 minutes ago. Looks like we caught you.”
No. They had it all wrong.
They grabbed Gerard, pinning him against the wall. They handcuffed him, his bloody hands only adding to their suspicions.
“Murder is a crime, you know that boy.”
“Thats not-“
“That’s exactly what happened. You have the right to remain silent.”
Time skip 3 months.
Gerards POV
“Mr way, you have a visitor“
Great. Another one of the Iero family members to tell me how much of a monster I am. How I took an innocent life. If only they knew. After I allegedly “murdered” Franks Dad, I was sentenced to 3 years in juvenile prison. My trial was over as soon as it started. There was no evidence to support my innocence. Not even my own family defended my actions. They never even listened to me. Mikey just sat there the whole time along with Frank, both of them too traumatized to speak. The only two people who knew the truth left me hanging. They were all I had left. Now I had nothing.But I wasn’t met by an angry face. Instead, I was met by two soft hazel eyes. One of them belonged to my brother, the same eyes that I had. The others belonged to someone else. My love.I hear a familiar voice.“Hello, Gee.”
I look up to meet his gaze. In his hand, he held my phone. It showed the video of Frank and his dad from that horrible night I had recorded through his window.
“I found this under your pillow.” Mikey said.
“It was enough evidence to prove your innocence.”
My eyes filled with tears. The two people I had left never forgot about me. They saved me.
Frank smiled.
“Let’s get you home love.”