You'll Invest Yourself in Me
I'm Just the Way the Doctor Made Me
“How long is soon?” I mumble against his chest.
“Y’know you left a handprint on the wall?” He giggles nervously. “Like a permanent reminder.” He accents that with a kiss to my temple.
“Y’know,” I mock him. “I hate when you avoid my questions like that.” I admit furiously, my fist curling around his t-shirt.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He breathes against my hair. His use of the term of endearment disintegrates my anger. How can you stay mad at someone who calls you baby? “It’s a defense mechanism. When I don’t know the answer to a question, I just don’t answer it and change the topic.”
“I didn’t mean to get bitchy.” I mumble. I don’t want to face my parents. I don’t want to see the disappointment in their eyes. “Why do you think they’re coming?”
“I don’t know, sugar.” He replies, his voice a low and smooth drawl blown in my ear. He unwinds his arms from around me. He goes to his closet. I watch as he swiftly pulls the hem of his t-shirt up and off, his muscles rippling and shoulder blades gliding to accommodate the movement of his arms. The olive skin of his back is partially covered by a jack-o-lantern tattoo, but still looks smooth. His spine curves and leads your eyes down to the dimples of his back, located right above the waistband of his-my- sweatpants. He slides into a button-up shirt, but leaves it unbuttoned. His fingers hook onto the waistband of the pants and slowly start pulling them down, exposing his very nice ass to me. He tosses my sweatpants to me, smirking lightly. I hurriedly pull them up my pale legs, seeing as I was only in my boxers and t-shirt. He snatches his boxers off the floor and pulls them back on. He pulls on extremely tight dress pants, leaving them unbuttoned and unzipped. He saunters over to me, swiveling his hips in the most delicious way possible.
“Could you button this for me?” He pushes his chest out and looks down at his shirt. I nod dumbly. My fingers find their way to his body, but don’t start buttoning the shirt. Instead, they roam under the shirt, over the smooth skin. My lips attach to his collarbone, nibbling and kissing the stretched skin there. I start with the top button, kissing his warm flesh before each button. My hands move down to the bottom button, slightly brushing up against his cock. Our lips meet in a heated kiss once I’m done buttoning his shirt and standing up. He pulls away and continues dressing himself.
“Now that I’m done messing with you, we can go get dinner.” He states, smiling innocently at me while he fixes my sex hair.
*
Katy smirks at me the whole time I’m in line to get dinner, her gray-flecked, hazel eyes taking in Frank’s close proximity. I blush furiously and move farther away from Frank. He shuffles closely behind me. Katy leans over to nibble on Ryan’s ear while nonchalantly whispering things. Once his eyes find Frank and I, he joins Katy in a fit of giggles, his arm encircling her waist and pulling her closer. I try not to barf at their display of affection, but secretly wish I could show my love for Frank to the world also.
I begrudgingly make my way to the table, dreading the innuendos that will spill from Katy’s mouth. As soon as I drop my tray on the table, Katy purrs, “Hello, Lover Boys.”
I stare at her vacantly. I point to my face with the bony finger and ask, “Do you see this face?” Katy nods, the smile breaking her face. “It is not amused.” I say, a smile forcing it’s way to my face.
“I am!” Frank admits happily and offers Katy a high-five. The two end up laughing with me smiling slightly. My smile is wiped away when I notice Dr. Hollis standing at the door with my parents accompanying her.(my word count is 666 now. Coincidence? I think not.) I start panicking, tugging ruthlessly at the hem of my t-shirt with sweaty hands. Frank’s hand finds one of mine under the table and holds tight. “So that’s where you get your looks from?” I give him a hysterical giggle, hysterical as in about to burst into tears or run to a corner and fold in on myself.
“What are they doing here already?” I question fretfully, voice low and rushed. “She said soon, not today.”
“Baby, don’t worry. If you need me, call my name. Hell, scream it and I’ll be there in a heartbeat.” Frank’s voice is calming. I meet his shining, hazel eyes in a weak gaze. I want to kiss him so badly right now. He catches on and stares at my lips, but just brushes his thumb over my knuckles. “Later, I promise.”
“Gerard! I found you.” My eyes stay locked with Frank’s. “Gerard?” Dr. Hollis tries again. Dr. Hollis looks at me apologetically.
“Go on.” Frank urges reassuringly. My eyes break away from Frank’s, only to meet the bored glare of my father and the slightly enthused glance of my mother.
*
“That was your doctor?” My mother asks, pink-painted lips parted in disbelief and green eyes wide.
I only nod in reply, eyes searching for Frank on the other side of the window. The window gives me a perfect view of the activities room. He sits in one of the putrid chairs that surround the television. The chair doesn’t face the television entirely, so he has a partial view of this visiting room. I can see him glance over every few minutes to give me a calming smile.
My mother runs a dainty hand through her dark brown curls. She tries to give me a convincing smile as my father asks tiredly, “Can we get to the point?”
My mother’s eyes bulge slightly. Her small hand, which is clasped in my father’s, tightens noticeably. She mumbles, “You have to treat him gently. Remember what happened to Mikey that day?” A noise gets caught in the back of my throat.
“I didn’t mean to do that.” I murmur almost silently.
“And now you’ll never have a chance to do that again!” My father snaps, brown eyes burning a golden hue. He composes himself quickly. “We are not allowing Mikey back here. We are not allowing you to come back to our house if you get out of this asylum.” He states sternly, breaking my already tattered heart. “Also, if you do get out, you will pay us back for all of this shit that you’ve put us through.”
My mother looks at me with feigned pity and sorrow. My watering eyes look down at the floor, watching the motionless flecks of dirt. “Sweetie,” It physically hurts when she calls me that. “I know you think this is harsh, but it’s for the best.”
At that, I weakly push myself off of the chair. Frank watches my movements from his putrid chair, eyes full of worry. I stride away from them, towards the window. I stand at the right side of the window and run my bitten fingernails up and down the frame of it. One hand pulls at the black locks that match my father’s.
“For who?” My broken voice asks. My eyes find Frank and I smile sadly at him. With the movement of my face, a tear breaks free from its eyelid cage and cascades down my face. It sets a path for the others.
“For us, of course.” My mother mumbles sarcastically. I wasn’t supposed to hear that. I wish I hadn’t. She speaks up, “You! Who else would we worry about in this situation?” Frank looks helplessly at the distressed face I made. I move my face behind the frame of the window, so he can’t see all of the tears that break free, racing down to join the others on the floor.
“Oh, honey,” She rushes over to hug me, to comfort me of the pain she caused. I huddle against the wall.
“Stop!” I warn weakly.
“Sweetie, I just want to hug my baby boy.” She dramatizes grabby hands. I shuffle into the corner and fold in on myself. My head rest on my knees. I push my face so hard to my knees that the pressure causes my eyes to display strange patterns in the darkness.
“Well, where the hell is Mikey when ya need him?” I reply as harshly as my shattered mind can handle.
“At home with his girlfriend, like a normal teenage boy.” My father taunts bitterly. What the hell did I do to deserve this? I voice that question to my parents.
“Nothing. You did nothing at all.” The sweet voice of Frank replies. I sob loudly and throw myself at him, fingers digging into his shirt and tugging him into a hug.
“Thank you, thank you,” I chant endlessly into his shoulder. He turns to my parents.
“I think it’s time for you guys to go.” Frank states calmly.
“Who do you think you are?” My father asks harshly, proving himself an asshole.
Frank pulls himself away from me, despite my hands refusing to release their tight grip. He stands up in front of my father, trying to make himself look more intimidating than his height allows him to be. “I am the person who cares about Gerard more than his own parents do! I am the one helping him through this, not blaming him for something that isn’t even his fault. I am the one trying to prove to him that he has a beautiful mind, not the ugly one that his parents should hate!” Frank sucks in a harsh breath. “So, how can you dare ask me who I am? Who are you?” I can’t help but be proud that he didn’t cuss once.
“We are his parents and-“
“You sure aren’t acting like it.” Frank states.
“C’mon, Donald. Let’s go.” My mother pulls on my father’s sleeve. “I don’t need to be talked to like this.” She snaps at Frank. Frank looks at her apathetically.
My father complies, but only after looking me in the eyes and admitting, “I was so hoping you would be normal.”
I had no more tears left.
Once the door closes, he wraps himself around me. I sit with my back to his chest as he leans against the wall. I rest my head against his shoulder. His fingers nimbly wipe all the remaining tears away. My lips brush his neck when I say, “I didn’t say your name.”
He kisses me. “You didn’t have to.”
“Y’know you left a handprint on the wall?” He giggles nervously. “Like a permanent reminder.” He accents that with a kiss to my temple.
“Y’know,” I mock him. “I hate when you avoid my questions like that.” I admit furiously, my fist curling around his t-shirt.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He breathes against my hair. His use of the term of endearment disintegrates my anger. How can you stay mad at someone who calls you baby? “It’s a defense mechanism. When I don’t know the answer to a question, I just don’t answer it and change the topic.”
“I didn’t mean to get bitchy.” I mumble. I don’t want to face my parents. I don’t want to see the disappointment in their eyes. “Why do you think they’re coming?”
“I don’t know, sugar.” He replies, his voice a low and smooth drawl blown in my ear. He unwinds his arms from around me. He goes to his closet. I watch as he swiftly pulls the hem of his t-shirt up and off, his muscles rippling and shoulder blades gliding to accommodate the movement of his arms. The olive skin of his back is partially covered by a jack-o-lantern tattoo, but still looks smooth. His spine curves and leads your eyes down to the dimples of his back, located right above the waistband of his-my- sweatpants. He slides into a button-up shirt, but leaves it unbuttoned. His fingers hook onto the waistband of the pants and slowly start pulling them down, exposing his very nice ass to me. He tosses my sweatpants to me, smirking lightly. I hurriedly pull them up my pale legs, seeing as I was only in my boxers and t-shirt. He snatches his boxers off the floor and pulls them back on. He pulls on extremely tight dress pants, leaving them unbuttoned and unzipped. He saunters over to me, swiveling his hips in the most delicious way possible.
“Could you button this for me?” He pushes his chest out and looks down at his shirt. I nod dumbly. My fingers find their way to his body, but don’t start buttoning the shirt. Instead, they roam under the shirt, over the smooth skin. My lips attach to his collarbone, nibbling and kissing the stretched skin there. I start with the top button, kissing his warm flesh before each button. My hands move down to the bottom button, slightly brushing up against his cock. Our lips meet in a heated kiss once I’m done buttoning his shirt and standing up. He pulls away and continues dressing himself.
“Now that I’m done messing with you, we can go get dinner.” He states, smiling innocently at me while he fixes my sex hair.
*
Katy smirks at me the whole time I’m in line to get dinner, her gray-flecked, hazel eyes taking in Frank’s close proximity. I blush furiously and move farther away from Frank. He shuffles closely behind me. Katy leans over to nibble on Ryan’s ear while nonchalantly whispering things. Once his eyes find Frank and I, he joins Katy in a fit of giggles, his arm encircling her waist and pulling her closer. I try not to barf at their display of affection, but secretly wish I could show my love for Frank to the world also.
I begrudgingly make my way to the table, dreading the innuendos that will spill from Katy’s mouth. As soon as I drop my tray on the table, Katy purrs, “Hello, Lover Boys.”
I stare at her vacantly. I point to my face with the bony finger and ask, “Do you see this face?” Katy nods, the smile breaking her face. “It is not amused.” I say, a smile forcing it’s way to my face.
“I am!” Frank admits happily and offers Katy a high-five. The two end up laughing with me smiling slightly. My smile is wiped away when I notice Dr. Hollis standing at the door with my parents accompanying her.(my word count is 666 now. Coincidence? I think not.) I start panicking, tugging ruthlessly at the hem of my t-shirt with sweaty hands. Frank’s hand finds one of mine under the table and holds tight. “So that’s where you get your looks from?” I give him a hysterical giggle, hysterical as in about to burst into tears or run to a corner and fold in on myself.
“What are they doing here already?” I question fretfully, voice low and rushed. “She said soon, not today.”
“Baby, don’t worry. If you need me, call my name. Hell, scream it and I’ll be there in a heartbeat.” Frank’s voice is calming. I meet his shining, hazel eyes in a weak gaze. I want to kiss him so badly right now. He catches on and stares at my lips, but just brushes his thumb over my knuckles. “Later, I promise.”
“Gerard! I found you.” My eyes stay locked with Frank’s. “Gerard?” Dr. Hollis tries again. Dr. Hollis looks at me apologetically.
“Go on.” Frank urges reassuringly. My eyes break away from Frank’s, only to meet the bored glare of my father and the slightly enthused glance of my mother.
*
“That was your doctor?” My mother asks, pink-painted lips parted in disbelief and green eyes wide.
I only nod in reply, eyes searching for Frank on the other side of the window. The window gives me a perfect view of the activities room. He sits in one of the putrid chairs that surround the television. The chair doesn’t face the television entirely, so he has a partial view of this visiting room. I can see him glance over every few minutes to give me a calming smile.
My mother runs a dainty hand through her dark brown curls. She tries to give me a convincing smile as my father asks tiredly, “Can we get to the point?”
My mother’s eyes bulge slightly. Her small hand, which is clasped in my father’s, tightens noticeably. She mumbles, “You have to treat him gently. Remember what happened to Mikey that day?” A noise gets caught in the back of my throat.
“I didn’t mean to do that.” I murmur almost silently.
“And now you’ll never have a chance to do that again!” My father snaps, brown eyes burning a golden hue. He composes himself quickly. “We are not allowing Mikey back here. We are not allowing you to come back to our house if you get out of this asylum.” He states sternly, breaking my already tattered heart. “Also, if you do get out, you will pay us back for all of this shit that you’ve put us through.”
My mother looks at me with feigned pity and sorrow. My watering eyes look down at the floor, watching the motionless flecks of dirt. “Sweetie,” It physically hurts when she calls me that. “I know you think this is harsh, but it’s for the best.”
At that, I weakly push myself off of the chair. Frank watches my movements from his putrid chair, eyes full of worry. I stride away from them, towards the window. I stand at the right side of the window and run my bitten fingernails up and down the frame of it. One hand pulls at the black locks that match my father’s.
“For who?” My broken voice asks. My eyes find Frank and I smile sadly at him. With the movement of my face, a tear breaks free from its eyelid cage and cascades down my face. It sets a path for the others.
“For us, of course.” My mother mumbles sarcastically. I wasn’t supposed to hear that. I wish I hadn’t. She speaks up, “You! Who else would we worry about in this situation?” Frank looks helplessly at the distressed face I made. I move my face behind the frame of the window, so he can’t see all of the tears that break free, racing down to join the others on the floor.
“Oh, honey,” She rushes over to hug me, to comfort me of the pain she caused. I huddle against the wall.
“Stop!” I warn weakly.
“Sweetie, I just want to hug my baby boy.” She dramatizes grabby hands. I shuffle into the corner and fold in on myself. My head rest on my knees. I push my face so hard to my knees that the pressure causes my eyes to display strange patterns in the darkness.
“Well, where the hell is Mikey when ya need him?” I reply as harshly as my shattered mind can handle.
“At home with his girlfriend, like a normal teenage boy.” My father taunts bitterly. What the hell did I do to deserve this? I voice that question to my parents.
“Nothing. You did nothing at all.” The sweet voice of Frank replies. I sob loudly and throw myself at him, fingers digging into his shirt and tugging him into a hug.
“Thank you, thank you,” I chant endlessly into his shoulder. He turns to my parents.
“I think it’s time for you guys to go.” Frank states calmly.
“Who do you think you are?” My father asks harshly, proving himself an asshole.
Frank pulls himself away from me, despite my hands refusing to release their tight grip. He stands up in front of my father, trying to make himself look more intimidating than his height allows him to be. “I am the person who cares about Gerard more than his own parents do! I am the one helping him through this, not blaming him for something that isn’t even his fault. I am the one trying to prove to him that he has a beautiful mind, not the ugly one that his parents should hate!” Frank sucks in a harsh breath. “So, how can you dare ask me who I am? Who are you?” I can’t help but be proud that he didn’t cuss once.
“We are his parents and-“
“You sure aren’t acting like it.” Frank states.
“C’mon, Donald. Let’s go.” My mother pulls on my father’s sleeve. “I don’t need to be talked to like this.” She snaps at Frank. Frank looks at her apathetically.
My father complies, but only after looking me in the eyes and admitting, “I was so hoping you would be normal.”
I had no more tears left.
Once the door closes, he wraps himself around me. I sit with my back to his chest as he leans against the wall. I rest my head against his shoulder. His fingers nimbly wipe all the remaining tears away. My lips brush his neck when I say, “I didn’t say your name.”
He kisses me. “You didn’t have to.”
Notes
Ooooooh what did Gerard do to Mikey on that day? Did I just ruin the suspense? Yeah, I did.I FINISHED MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME! BE PROUD! I must say my Harley Quinn outfit looks mighty fine. What are you guys being?! Please tell me I'm not the only 15 year old girl looking forward to Halloween!
Guys. Guys! GUYS! ILOVEYOU! Five more subscribers 'til 100. I can't believe it. I LOVE EVERYONE OF YOU! I JUST WANT TO EAT ALL OF YOU(*cough cough* I don't think that came out right)!
You all have beautiful minds.
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