Forever
From The Get Go I Knew This Was Hard To Hold
"FRANK ANTHONY THOMAS IERO PRICCOLO JR!!"
My head shot up from Franks neck to see a very angry Dom standing in the doorway. His eyes where jet black and wide and he looked pissed as fuck.
I froze and so did Frank, my hand was still down his pants and I still had him pinned by the wrists.
"GET THE FUCK OFF MY GRANDSON!" he yells after a moment of silence.
I imediately took my hand out of France pants and let go of his wrists. Poor Frankie was frozen in fear, so I zipped up his jeans and fixed his shirt. Frank was still laying on the bed, I stood in front of the bed, I guess this was his grandfather, he seemed dangerous and if he even tried to hurt my Frankie I'd kill him.
"FRANK IERO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINKYOUR DOING?!" he yelled,
Franks eyes where wide and he looked so scared. The guy was his grandfather; he wouldn't try to hurt him right?
"FUCKING ANSWER ME!!" Frank flinched at the sudden outburst
"I-" Frank looked like he was about to cry. All of a sudden another fertile shoes up,
"What's all the commotion about?" she asks
"FRANK. IS. A. SLUT!" he exclaims, the fertile looks at Frankie then at me then the messy bed and back at Frank. She starts shaking her head, and mutters something I can't understand.
"FRANK YOU ARE A DISAPPOITMENT! YOU FILTHY SLUT!"
"Do not speak to Frank that way!" I said. Frank looked scared but surprised I had stood up for him.
"Who are you?" He asked, all anger removed from his voice.
"Gerard Way."
He smiled kindly, "Donald’s' son? A pleaser to meet you." what the fuck?! One moment he looks like he could kill and the next he's as nice as could be?!
"Granddad, I-” Frankie started to talk but he cut him off
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FILTHY SLUT!"
"DON'T YELL AT FRANK!" I yelled
"Frank you where raised better than this." the fertile said, she was crying. Like, really?
"Grandma I-"
"SHUT UP YOU SLUT!!"
I walked up to him and took the most menacing pose I could, "I told you not to yell at Frank!"
"Excuse me, Way, but his is my grandson and I will talk to him as I wish."
"I don't give half a flying fuck that you are; I won't let you yell at Frank!"
"Ger-" Frankie stood up from the bed and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"SHUT UP FRANKLIN! YOUR PARENTS WILL HERE OF THIS!"
Frank froze and started to cry,
"No! Please, granddad! Don't tell my mother! Please!" he was pleading and it broke my heart to see him so shattered. I hugged him and he didn't seem to care that I was so close to him; he clutched my shirt and cried. A lot. I whispered sweet words and reassurance to him, he cried harder. He kept mumbling things like 'mother will kill me' and 'please, granddad, don't' but the Grandfather didn't listen he just shook his head and said things like 'This is what you get for being such a slut' I shot him hate filled looks and answered his insults towards Frank with things like 'shut the fuck up or I swear to god I'll rip your throat out'.
I ended up laying Frank on the bed and since he refused to let go I laid down with him. He was laid on my lap, kinda like a baby, and I was rocking him back and forth. Grandpa was watching with a curious look. When Frank fell asleep I still hold him tight, I didn't know how he would react to this when he woke up...this could well be the last time I can hold him so close.
"I won't tell his parents, if you tell Me." he said
"Tell you what?"
"What I already know...tell me he's your mate." How did he know?
"...Frank is my mate" I said, after a few moments of silence
"Want to know how I knew?" I nodded yes, "Frank would never let someone get so close to him...That's why... what I saw...surprised me so much. He would never let anyone get so close to him...And you? You were so obvious, the way you look and talk to him...Frank's a piece of work. Hard candy right there. He's a lot of work but he's worth it...I hope the best for you two...I hope you can be happy...I hope you can make him happy... he even stopped saying 'I love you'...He just got lonely. I hope you can make him...feel alive again" I nodded. I didn't know Frankie was so sad. I wonder why he got like this.
"I'll try. I love Frank and I would do anything to make him happy" He smiled
"We'll be leaving now," he said, "Good luck" we said our goodbyes and he left.
I crawled back into bed, spooning Frankie and kissing his cheek.
"Goodnight, Honey......I love you"
----------Time Lapse----------
I woke up to Frank pushing me away from him,
"GET AWAY FORM ME! NO MY WHOLE FAMILY HATES ME AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" he yelled
"Frankie, baby, calm down! I talked to your grandfather and he said he wouldn't tell anyone."
"..what? I don't care. Just get out! I don't want to ser you ever again! I can't believe you did that to me! I told you to stop!" He was standing in a corner of the room and I was by the bed.
"Frank...I'm sorry."
"NO YOU'RE NOT! If you had just listened to me!..Leave. You said if I went out with you once, you would leave me alone. So. Leave. I don't wanna see you. Ever. Again."
He walked out of the room and followed him, "Princess, please! I'm sorry, I really am!" We where now downstairs.
"Gerard, get the fuck out of my house."
"Frankie please."
Frankie was starting to cry again, "Get out! You already got me in bed! That's all you wanted! Mission accomplished! You got that you wanted, now leave me alone!"
"Frankie, I lov-"
"NO YOU DON'T!!!"
"........." I was frozen, I didn't know what to do, what to say.
Frank was crying harder now. "Get out! Leave Gerard! I don't when to see you!....I hate you." He said. He hates me. I felt like I was about to cry. When was the last time I actually cried? Years ago, when Nonna Elena was killed...and not even that hurt as much as Franks words.
I was still standing there, looking at Frankie
His eyes where bloodshot from crying and he looked...heartbreaking. He looked angry, sad, confused and heartbroken at the same time.
"I SAID FUCKING LEAVE!!!!" I flinched but left. He slammed the door behind him and I was left alone in the early Sunday morning. It was around 8 now.
What should I do?
My mate just rejected me. Am I really that bad of a person? Yes, yes I am.
I basically raped him.
I need a drink. Yeah.
A drink or ten and just fuck this whole wide world.
I got in my car and drove off to the first bar I could find. I realized I was crying.
My mate hates me.
So, what’s the point with any of this anymore?
Fuck my life.
I checked my phone and found 6 missed calls and 4 texts all from Mikey;
'Da fuck R U geetard?'
'U gnna stay @ frnks?'
'U "busy" wit frnk?
'wear protection'
Fuck you Mikey.
Just fuck everyone.
I got to the bar and ordered 3 shots of the heaviest liquor they had.
Nonna Elena would be so disappointed that I was drinking... again.
Fuck it.
She's not here. And I'm fucking lonely and sad. I want nothing but to forget this.
And if I have to get shitfaced to forget, then so be it.
My head shot up from Franks neck to see a very angry Dom standing in the doorway. His eyes where jet black and wide and he looked pissed as fuck.
I froze and so did Frank, my hand was still down his pants and I still had him pinned by the wrists.
"GET THE FUCK OFF MY GRANDSON!" he yells after a moment of silence.
I imediately took my hand out of France pants and let go of his wrists. Poor Frankie was frozen in fear, so I zipped up his jeans and fixed his shirt. Frank was still laying on the bed, I stood in front of the bed, I guess this was his grandfather, he seemed dangerous and if he even tried to hurt my Frankie I'd kill him.
"FRANK IERO WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINKYOUR DOING?!" he yelled,
Franks eyes where wide and he looked so scared. The guy was his grandfather; he wouldn't try to hurt him right?
"FUCKING ANSWER ME!!" Frank flinched at the sudden outburst
"I-" Frank looked like he was about to cry. All of a sudden another fertile shoes up,
"What's all the commotion about?" she asks
"FRANK. IS. A. SLUT!" he exclaims, the fertile looks at Frankie then at me then the messy bed and back at Frank. She starts shaking her head, and mutters something I can't understand.
"FRANK YOU ARE A DISAPPOITMENT! YOU FILTHY SLUT!"
"Do not speak to Frank that way!" I said. Frank looked scared but surprised I had stood up for him.
"Who are you?" He asked, all anger removed from his voice.
"Gerard Way."
He smiled kindly, "Donald’s' son? A pleaser to meet you." what the fuck?! One moment he looks like he could kill and the next he's as nice as could be?!
"Granddad, I-” Frankie started to talk but he cut him off
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FILTHY SLUT!"
"DON'T YELL AT FRANK!" I yelled
"Frank you where raised better than this." the fertile said, she was crying. Like, really?
"Grandma I-"
"SHUT UP YOU SLUT!!"
I walked up to him and took the most menacing pose I could, "I told you not to yell at Frank!"
"Excuse me, Way, but his is my grandson and I will talk to him as I wish."
"I don't give half a flying fuck that you are; I won't let you yell at Frank!"
"Ger-" Frankie stood up from the bed and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"SHUT UP FRANKLIN! YOUR PARENTS WILL HERE OF THIS!"
Frank froze and started to cry,
"No! Please, granddad! Don't tell my mother! Please!" he was pleading and it broke my heart to see him so shattered. I hugged him and he didn't seem to care that I was so close to him; he clutched my shirt and cried. A lot. I whispered sweet words and reassurance to him, he cried harder. He kept mumbling things like 'mother will kill me' and 'please, granddad, don't' but the Grandfather didn't listen he just shook his head and said things like 'This is what you get for being such a slut' I shot him hate filled looks and answered his insults towards Frank with things like 'shut the fuck up or I swear to god I'll rip your throat out'.
I ended up laying Frank on the bed and since he refused to let go I laid down with him. He was laid on my lap, kinda like a baby, and I was rocking him back and forth. Grandpa was watching with a curious look. When Frank fell asleep I still hold him tight, I didn't know how he would react to this when he woke up...this could well be the last time I can hold him so close.
"I won't tell his parents, if you tell Me." he said
"Tell you what?"
"What I already know...tell me he's your mate." How did he know?
"...Frank is my mate" I said, after a few moments of silence
"Want to know how I knew?" I nodded yes, "Frank would never let someone get so close to him...That's why... what I saw...surprised me so much. He would never let anyone get so close to him...And you? You were so obvious, the way you look and talk to him...Frank's a piece of work. Hard candy right there. He's a lot of work but he's worth it...I hope the best for you two...I hope you can be happy...I hope you can make him happy... he even stopped saying 'I love you'...He just got lonely. I hope you can make him...feel alive again" I nodded. I didn't know Frankie was so sad. I wonder why he got like this.
"I'll try. I love Frank and I would do anything to make him happy" He smiled
"We'll be leaving now," he said, "Good luck" we said our goodbyes and he left.
I crawled back into bed, spooning Frankie and kissing his cheek.
"Goodnight, Honey......I love you"
----------Time Lapse----------
I woke up to Frank pushing me away from him,
"GET AWAY FORM ME! NO MY WHOLE FAMILY HATES ME AND IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT!" he yelled
"Frankie, baby, calm down! I talked to your grandfather and he said he wouldn't tell anyone."
"..what? I don't care. Just get out! I don't want to ser you ever again! I can't believe you did that to me! I told you to stop!" He was standing in a corner of the room and I was by the bed.
"Frank...I'm sorry."
"NO YOU'RE NOT! If you had just listened to me!..Leave. You said if I went out with you once, you would leave me alone. So. Leave. I don't wanna see you. Ever. Again."
He walked out of the room and followed him, "Princess, please! I'm sorry, I really am!" We where now downstairs.
"Gerard, get the fuck out of my house."
"Frankie please."
Frankie was starting to cry again, "Get out! You already got me in bed! That's all you wanted! Mission accomplished! You got that you wanted, now leave me alone!"
"Frankie, I lov-"
"NO YOU DON'T!!!"
"........." I was frozen, I didn't know what to do, what to say.
Frank was crying harder now. "Get out! Leave Gerard! I don't when to see you!....I hate you." He said. He hates me. I felt like I was about to cry. When was the last time I actually cried? Years ago, when Nonna Elena was killed...and not even that hurt as much as Franks words.
I was still standing there, looking at Frankie
His eyes where bloodshot from crying and he looked...heartbreaking. He looked angry, sad, confused and heartbroken at the same time.
"I SAID FUCKING LEAVE!!!!" I flinched but left. He slammed the door behind him and I was left alone in the early Sunday morning. It was around 8 now.
What should I do?
My mate just rejected me. Am I really that bad of a person? Yes, yes I am.
I basically raped him.
I need a drink. Yeah.
A drink or ten and just fuck this whole wide world.
I got in my car and drove off to the first bar I could find. I realized I was crying.
My mate hates me.
So, what’s the point with any of this anymore?
Fuck my life.
I checked my phone and found 6 missed calls and 4 texts all from Mikey;
'Da fuck R U geetard?'
'U gnna stay @ frnks?'
'U "busy" wit frnk?
'wear protection'
Fuck you Mikey.
Just fuck everyone.
I got to the bar and ordered 3 shots of the heaviest liquor they had.
Nonna Elena would be so disappointed that I was drinking... again.
Fuck it.
She's not here. And I'm fucking lonely and sad. I want nothing but to forget this.
And if I have to get shitfaced to forget, then so be it.
Notes
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