I'll Keep You Safe Tonight

“Gerard!” today’s Thanksgiving and Gerard is forcing me to help him cook despite how incompetent I am in the kitchen.
“C’mon Frankie get back over here!”
“You’ll never take me alive!” I yell and laugh evilly before running downstairs to Gerard’s room and locking the door. I hear Gerard’s footsteps coming down the stairs and I hear a key in the lock, what the hell who has keys to their doors? I hide under the bed and try to breathe as quietly as I can (which is extremely hard surprisingly).
“Come out Frankie,” Gerard says chuckling a little bit and I hold my breath as he walks by the bed. I slowly let it out thinking he’s walked away when I’m yanked out from under the bed.
“Gotcha!” Gerard says laughing and with a smile, me on the other hand I’m not so okay.
“Frankie?” Gee asks, “What’s wrong?”
I try to take deep calming breaths and open my mouth to talk but nothing comes out so I snap it shut.
“Frank talk to me baby.” Gerard says and puts his arm on my shoulder and I flinch. I start to shake and rock back and forth, this can’t be happening. I start to cry a little but I can’t stop shaking the more I try to stop the more paniced I become. Gee finally realizes what’s happening and gets down on his knees in front of me, not touching me and starts to sing.
The song is beautiful and so sad at the same time. I slowly start to calm down as he continues and by the end of the song I’ve stopped crying and shaking, the only thing is Gerard is crying a bit.
I wipe the tears from his face with my thumbs and get on the floor with him, “It’s okay Gee.”
Gerard smiles at me, “You okay now?”
“Yeah,” I reply, “But why were you crying?”
“I wrote that song for my grandma, Elena, who died a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry Gee,” I say as I hug him.
“It’s okay Frank you didn’t know. But I have a question.”
I freeze a little knowing where this is going, “What?”
“Why did you have a panic attack?”
I take a deep breath, “It’s kind of a long story.”
Gerard smiles, “We got time.”
I smile slightly back, “Well we both know my mom was abusive to me, but I didn’t tell you how early it started. My dad left our family when I was five and that’s when my mom started drinking,” I pause for a moment and steel myself, “After she was done at the bar she would come home shit-faced and fuming mad. I used to hide under my bed so she couldn’t find me. One night I guess I didn’t hide well enough and she yanked me out from under the bed,” I start to shake again and Gerard wraps his arm around me hugging me, “And she beat me, whipped me with her belt, I was fucking five years old, Gee, I was five…”
Gerard gives me a giant bear hug and whispers in my ear about how much he loves me, I don’t deserve someone like him. After cuddiling for a long time, me and Gerard get up and go back upstairs…to see Ray and Mikey making out.
“My eyes my virgin eyes!” I yell and cover them.
“Gross Mikes, you had to do that right here.” Gee says.
“Well you were gone a long time, and Frank I highly doubt your eyes are virgin.” Mikey says.
I glare Mikey, “Mine are, but obviously yours aren’t.”
Mikey pauses a moment, “True.”
Gerard stands there looking a bit annoyed and overwhelmed until I skip over to him, “Hey Gee.”
“What?”
I smash my lips to his and kiss him until Ray and Mikey run out of the room. I pull back for air and giggle uncontrollably and roll around on the ground, their faces.
Gee joins me in my rolling around on the floor and laughing.
“That was awesome.” Gerard says, “But guess what.”
“What?” I ask.
“We still have to finish making that pumpkin pie.”
I groan as Gerard drags me into the kitchen to complete the cooking.

Notes

I had a horrible thanksgiving, because I paniced but not at the disco, Frankie's panic attack was based on mine but I went through it alone, I had to go home because of it. I tried to write a happy chapter even though I'm so sad, so you can be happy. Sorry it's been awhile.