(Frank)
My head hurts as my eyes flutter open.
The jocks are gone and I hear Mikey screaming, I stumble up and spin round.
Tied to a tree by one leg, Mikey. His hair flopping over his face as he sways side to side trying to get down.
"Frank! Help me! Please!" Tears are streaming down his face as I run over and try to undo the rope.
The knot was tight, not going to be undone. I pull out my phone and call Gerard as quickly as I can.
"Gerard! How long till schools finished?"
"It finished ages ago! It's 6pm Frank, where are you two?"
"At the park, bring a knife that'll cut rope, Mikey's in trouble." The phone goes dead and within five minutes I see Gerard running through the park gates towards us. "Mikey!" He breathes out in distress and starts sawing away at the rope with a knife. I catch Mikey and stand him up. Tears still rolling down his cheeks. Gerard shuffles in front of me and pulls Mikey into his arms, smoothing out his hair.

"Why do they do this Gee?" I sigh as I glance over at Mikey asleep in his bed, we'd decided to keep an eye on him and sat on the floor, talking.
"I have no clue Frankie, no clue at all. But they'll regret it...he looked so scared! Did they kick you?"
"Yeah...is my head bruised?" He nods and starts picking at the carpet. "He needs protecting Gee...it's my fault!"
"Don't say it's your fault! They're all so...homophobic!"
"Got that right...and it's my fault that they're treating Mikey like that."
"It isn't Frank...we just, need to keep an eye on him, if we have to take the beating instead of him then we will, agreed?"
"Yeah, this is gonna be shitty!" I laugh and look at Gerard who's grinning at me.
"Very shitty!"
"Gerard! Language! I've told you this!" Gee's mother squeals as she walks over to us. "Oh, Mikey's sleepy. Has he been crying?"
"NO!!!" Gerard stands up. "What do you want Mom?"
"Oh! Yes! Um, there's a young lady downstairs, says she's called Lindsey."
"Awh for fucks sake. Sorry mom." Gerard shakes his head and goes downstairs.
"I know he's been crying Frank, I saw his feet when he came in earlier, what happened to him?"
"Nothing." I lie.
"Frank, he's my son, please tell me what they've done to him."
"They did this to me." I swish my fringe back and show her the bruise. "They hung Mikey by his foot from a tree earlier."
Her hands slam over her mouth.
"Oh my God." She mumbles and goes running out, most likely to tell Mikey's dad.
Gerard comes slumping back in looking pissed about the girl practically latched on to him.
"This is Lindsey." He points behind him. "Lindsey, that's Frank." He nods to me and then to Mikey. "That's my brother, let's go."

My eyes are drooping when I feel someone curling up in my lap, I open them slowly to see Mikey going to sleep again.
My mouth curls into a crooked smile as I kiss his head softly and fall asleep too.