~Gerard's P.O.V.~

Me and Frankie pulled away to see his father charging towards us, yelling all sorts of obscenities. Mostly directed at me. His father grabbed me but I punched him and knocked him to the ground. He didn't move, but he was still breathing.
"Frankie, your coming home with me... pack your bags, and any other important stuff,'' I said,
"w-will you help me?"
"yeah," we walked into his house and packed his stuff, I didn't even know he played guitar. guitars are heavy...

~later~

Mikey was in bed and we were sitting on the couch, I ran my fingers across Frankie's bruise.

And it hit me.

"Frankie? do-do you..." I started
"do I what?" he replied so innocently
"do... you..."
"spit it out,"
"cut?" Frankie looked away, and I knew. I unzipped and removed his jacket, and gasped. His fore arms were so covered in scars he looked like a tiger.
"I-I..." he began, but trailed off. I closed my eyes, letting tears run down my cheek.
"Gee, I..." I put my finger over his lips and he stopped. I opened my eyes, and leaned in to kiss him.

~Frankie's P.O.V.~

Gerard leaned in to kiss me, and I let him.

~Mikey's P.O.V.~

oh my god, their going to have sex. I can no longer sit on that couch and think innocent thoughts... thanks a lot Gee...

~Frankie's P.O.V.~

He tasted like licorice and coffee, soon it got a bit hot and turned into a full on make out blow-out. we tore our shirts off and lay them in a heap on the floor.
~
Gerard threw me down on his bed and straddled me. He leaned down to kiss my lips, then my wrists, and finally my cheek. He rolled off of me and we lay there, peacefully drifting into sleep. I felt safe, like my father wasn't about to barge right in and, you get the picture...

Notes

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