I'll Keep You Safe Tonight

Frank sighed and smacked his head on the locker door, what the hell did he do to deserve this. Why the fuck was this happening to him. Frank checked the time on his ipod, school got out half an hour ago…his mother is going to murder him, she hates it when he’s late. Suddenly Frank is angry, so angry he’s seeing red. He grits his teeth and lashes out. He pounds and kicks and rams into the locker door, not caring that his knuckles are bleeding or his sides are bruised he just so mad. Suddenly his locker door swings open and he falls face first onto the floor.
“Are you okay?” a voice asks, a boy’s voice.
Slowly Frank looks up at the boy that got him out of him locker cell prison. The boy has darker skin, a brown hair in a fro? Frank shakes his head a little to clear it, realizing the boy asked him a question.
“Yeah thanks.” Frank replied and dusted himself off.
“I’m Ray,” says the boy, well Ray.
“Frank,” Says Frank and he stops for a moment, “You’re new aren’t you.”
“Uh yeah I just moved here today,” says Ray.
Frank nods, new, Ray is new, huh. Ray is kind of cute to bad he’s a fertile. Frank knows Ray’s a fertile by his scent. I know that sounds creepy but all doms and fertile have it. Fertiles smell like just after it rains, and Doms smell like pine trees, apparently you’re mate is supposed to have their own specific scent.
“Um…,” Frank mutters realizing he’s been silent for a while, “I, uh, gotta go.”
Without saying goodbye Frank runs for the doors of the school and down the street, wishing, although he knows it won’t come true, that his mom’s beating won’t be to bad tonight.
Walking into his house, being as quiet as he can Frank starts to make a go for the stairs.
“Frank!” he hears his mom yell and he freezes, “Where the hell have you been, you’ve been out fucking you’re little fuck-buddies huh!” she screams and smacks him across the face. Frank falls to the ground from the force of the hit and curls in on himself as his mother kicks, and punches him repeatedly over and over, screaming and yelling at him. Frank whimpers as he hear something crack in his ribs. Five minutes later Frank’s mom get’s off of him and spits on him before going back to a couch and picking up a beer.
Slowly Frank get’s up and walks up the stairs hissing in pain with each step, and each breath he takes. He thinks his mom cracked one of his ribs. Frank lays on his bed and doesn’t move as even breathing hurts. He shuts his eyes and tries to go to sleep but can’t. Ignoring the pain Frank rolls over to check the time and his hand bumps into an exacto blade leftover from a forgotten art project. Picking it up Frank examines it and then presses it to his thumb. Almost immediately blood bubbles up from the slight cut on his thumb.
Frank stares entranced at the sight and holds the exacto blade almost reverently. Frank strips off his pants so he’s only in his boxers and brings the blade to his thigh. With quick succession Frank has ten cuts decorating his left thigh. Moving quickly over to his right he makes another ten cuts slashing, almost desperately, feeling as if he’ll drown without it. Frank wipes off the blade and puts it down and stares as the blood runs down his legs. Realizing what he’s down Frank is a little amazed, he’s heard of people cutting themselves, but he’d never thought he’d do it…it, it feels amazing. For the first time in forever, Frank feels something, he knows it seems wrong but honestly it, Frank doesn't think anything could feel better than this. In a strange way Frank feels relieved and safe.

Notes

I know I'm sorry it's kind of depressing, but yeah there should be another update later tonight, and hey I had him meet Ray I'm sure he'll meet Gerard soon, so don't get your panties in a wad.
T.K out

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