~Frankie's P.O.V.~
I lay there naked on the bathroom tile, terrified to move. I had my eyes closed tight hoping that he would stop beating me soon.
"get up," my dad said. I stood up, and just as I did he punched me in the eye, leaving a bruise. He walked out and I got dressed, fighting back tears. I quickly walked to my room and shut the door. I pulled out my razor from underneath my mattress and cut into my arm.

~The next day~

I walked up the steps to the entrance of my school and down the hall to my locker, and to my surprise, Gerard was waiting for me. At first he smiled, but then he saw the bruise on my face.
"what happened??" He exclaimed,
"I-I um, walked into a pole on my way home yesterday..." I said hoping he'd buy it,
"don't lie,"
"I'm not lying,"
"frank, my parents abused me, I know what its like,"
I stared at him, shocked, unable to comprehend. Gerard was so tough, I couldn't imagine anyone beating him. He grabbed my hand.
"I'm here for you, I just want you to know that," after he said that, I dropped his hand and ran out of school and behind the football field bleachers.

~Gerard's P.O.V.~

I watched as the boy I loved ran away from me, leaving me deserted in the hallway. The bell rang but I didn't care. All I could think about was finding Frankie. I followed him behind the bleachers, but hesitated. I didn't want to push him, but he's in trouble. I know he is...
"Frankie, I-" he cut me off,
"no, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have run,"
I sat down on the grass next to him and held his hand,
"Frank, tell me everything your dad does to you," I said,
Tears came to his eyes and I immediately regretted asking,
"he beats me, on my back and my stomach, where people can't see it, and he..." Frankie trailed off, and began to sob louder. I pulled him into me, comforting him and stroking his hair. I knew where this was leading,
"he rapes me," Frankie whispered quietly.

~Frankie's P.O.V.~

I couldn't believe I just told him all of that. We just sat there in silence for the rest of the day, Gerard occasionally rocking me when my sobbing got really bad. I liked this, his arms were warm and strong. I felt safe for the first time in a long time. We fell asleep a few times, then his phone rang.
'where are you man?' I heard the person say,
"I'm just hanging with friends," Gerard replied,
'its getting dark so get your ass back home,'
"okay, whatever," He shut the phone and we stood up.
"would you like me to walk you home?" Gerard said,
"no, I'll be fine,"
"it wasn't a question,"
"I-I don't think-" he placed his finger over my lips,
"it wasn't a question,"

~Gerard's P.O.V.~

I walked him home, he was still pretty upset. We reached his house, and let me tell you, it looked completely normal. Nothing like the usual abusers house.
"So, yeah," Frankie said,
"here's my number, just incase..." I looked at him, and grabbed either side of his face and kissed him. He kissed back and tangled his fingers in my hair. We heard a door open.
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!?!"

Notes

Them cliff hangers huh? please leave a comment below, I'll try to update as often as possible. also, I just gotta know... does anyone else listen to MCR while writing?