I'll Keep You Safe Tonight

*Franks POV*



I push myself off of Gerard, “Wait Mate!” I kind of yell, “There’s no way, I mean it’s like a statistical impossibility that I have a mate.”
Gerard scrunches his eyebrows in a way that’s completely adorab-no stop it Frank, “What do you mean?”
“It’s just Icanonlybematedwithguys.” I say quickly and duck my head down.
Gerard takes my head in his hands and tilts it up, “What did you say?”
“I can only be mated with guys and I was told when I was a kid that I would never get a mate…” I trail off sadly.
Gerard smirks, “Well I’m a guy and whoever told you that was an idiot.” He hugs me to himself again.
I hear someone aww, I’m guessing it’s Mikey…or Ray. Honestly all of this is a shock to me, I mean I never thought me little Frank Iero would actually get a mate. I smile into Gerard’s chest unbelievably happy for probably the first time in my life.
“Hey do you want to come over to my house.” Gerard asks and I look up suddenly realizing something.
“I um I can’t.” I say and Gerard’s smile fades, “My mom is really strict and she’ll be mad if I don’t come home.”
“Oh, um well maybe I could come and try to convince her I’m-”
“NO!” I cut off Gerard and they all stare at me weirdly, “She’s kind of reclusive and doesn’t take well to new people.”
“Could you try and convince her?” Mikey asks.
I can see there’s no way I’m going to convince them to stop but honestly what am I going to do. I can’t let them find out about my mom, but there’s no way they’re going to give up just…ugh.
“Fine,” I mutter and Gerard hugs me happily.
“Yes!” he yells kissing my forehead, “I’ll give you a ride.”
I blush fiercely as I follow Gerard to his car and climb in the passenger seat. Gerard grabs my hand as I direct him to my house, damn this guy is really touchy. He seems to always have some form of contact with me.
As we pull up to my house Gerard makes as if he’s going to get out of the car but I hold him back and shake my head. If I’m going to do this it’s best if I do it alone, so I get up out of the car and go up to my house. You couldn’t tell what goes on on the inside from the appearance of the outside. From the outside it looks like we’re some perfect American family, hell we even have a picket white fence. I climb the front steps and unlock the door letting myself in.
I let my eyes adjust themselves to the darkness, it’s always dark in my house, and it stinks, it always reeks of beer and weed. I don’t drink or do drugs, I only smoke. It’s my mom who does the weed and drinks. She was actually almost busted by the police once.
“Mom,” I call out hesitantly, scared of how she’s going to react. “Mom,” I call again and suddenly I’m hit in the face with a fist. I fall to the floor clutching my eye as I stare up at my mother.
“WHY THE HELL ARE YOU LATE!” she screams at me as I cower on the floor. She kicks me and yells at me to stand up, just to kick me in the stomach once again, causing me to fall once more. She continues to scream when suddenly the door is kicked in.

Notes

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