Keep the Right One In
Crunch Goes The Truth
Frank’s P.O.V.
When I go to P.E. to change the next day, Logan and Joey are already waiting for me. I try to run to a stall, but Logan grabs me by the belt and yanks me back. He tackles me and pins me to the floor, and Joey wrestles off my blazer. He tries to pull off my shirt, but I get him to stop when it’s up to my ribcage.
“Help!” I cry. I try to bite Logan, but he dodges it.
Joey finally takes my shirt off. He steps back, holding the fabric in his hands.
Logan gets up as well and watches me rise. My wings unintentionally unfold, and Logan and Joey’s mouths drop open in utter shock.
“Look, please don’t tell anyone,” I beg. My wings pulsate from anxiety.
“Jesus Christ! You’re a freak!” Logan screams. He shoves me down and sprints past, bolting for the door.
Joey stares at me a little while longer before chasing after his friend.
Panting, I go to my locker and pull on my P.E. shirt, praying that the others won’t find out.
After P.E., I head to the locker room to see literally every boy in the class waiting for me. Logan springs onto me, tearing off my shirt. He clutches one of my wings and pulls me to my feet harshly.
The boys all gape, and one of them, in a panic, screams and launches himself at me. He punches me a few times, and I hold myself back by only tossing him to the side. Logan grabs me by a wing and drags me into the shower, and I hiss in protest.
He turns on the spray, and my wings instantly feel a million times heavier. As I stand, they hang limply at my sides, useless.
One of the boys throws a towel at me, and that’s when they all invade the shower, whipping me with towels. I let out a warning growl, and I can feel myself start to turn. I sprint past them all, pushing through the crowd. One of the boys grabs me around the waist, and I lift him and throw him across the room.
I run outside, and walk around the track until I calm down. I pull on my shirt, which I grabbed on the way out. I hurry back inside, since lunch is next.
At lunch, no one dares sit next to me. The boy that I hurled across the room isn’t there. I overhear that he broke his wrist. All of the kids whisper about me and stare at me. One of them, almost as an experiment, tosses a sandwich at me.
I snatch the food, chucking it back with all my might and knocking the kid who threw it to the ground. All of the kids gasp in bewilderment, and some that are sitting at nearby tables leave, getting further away from me.
The rest of the day is really long, with kids pointing at me and making up lies about me and whatnot. I pick up some of the rumors; one being that I have some weird disorder. Another being that it’s all a hoax. And one, that I’m part bat. No one guesses that I’m really a vampire, which is good.
Once we’re home and lying in bed, Gerard sprawled out on one of my wings, stroking it, he tells me softly,
“Frank? A boy asked me if you really had wings…”
“Everybody in my P.E. class knows,” I grumble.
“What are we going to do?” Gerard asks.
I shrug. “Just wait for all of this to blow over? I could put the medical tape over my back and chest like I did that one time. That worked pretty well.”
Gerard looks at me and bites his lip. “Maybe.” He then scrunches up his face and adds, “Only if we have to, will we leave. I really like Billie and Tre.”
“Me too,” I agree.
Gerard yawns and rolls over, falling asleep. I listen to the sound of his breathing, steady and soft, to calm my nerves and bring me to a slumber as well.
The next day at school, when I go to my locker, Logan and Joey are both standing there.
I squeak and attempt to run away, but Logan grabs onto my black boxer briefs, pulling me back.
“Look, Iero. We just want to talk,” Logan begins.
I tuck my underwear back into my pants and pat my frankly sore ass, demanding, “About what?”
“Don’t fuck with us Iero,” Joey warns. “Those… things… on your back. Are those real?”
“No…” I mutter. I flap my arms uselessly. “I knew you were eventually going to peek, so I glued these weird things onto my back each time in case you’d look.” I glare at Logan. “I was just messing around.”
Logan knees me in the crotch, and I fall to into a fetal position.
“That wasn’t funny!” Logan barks. “We’re kicking your ass later.”
Joey takes my bag, dumping out its contents onto me.
Shit.
After school I bolt outside, desperately searching for Gerard. I see a head of black hair in front of me, so I ask hopefully, “Gerard?”
Fucking Logan turns around. He grins, and replies, “Nope. Just your worst nightmare, midget.”
With that, he tackles me and pins me to the ground, calling for Joey to come over. Joey does as he’s told, and he kicks me in the ribs with his pointed shoe. Ouch, that fucking hurt and it’ll leave a giant welt.
Logan sits on top of me and knees me in the crotch. I clutch at my groin, tears running down my face. I hold it in the hopes that it’ll stay on, because the pain is so unbearable that it feels as though my penis is about to fall off.
I manage to kick him in the side and slide away, but it is in vain.
Logan launches himself at me and headbutts me in the face.
I shriek in pain, holding my face. Logan moves my hands away and punches me in the eye. I begin wailing, and Joey pulls my shirt over my head (Thank God I binded my wings today) and slaps the bare small of my back.
I yelp out, and Logan begins to do this as well. He reaches around me and grabs my nipple, twisting it, and then punches me in the gut. I curl up on the ground, and they both stand, satisfied.
“That’s what you get for being smart, you little bastard!” Logan spits.
“Fuck you, Iero!” Joey shouts. “And tell that faggot Billie Joe Armstrong he can fuck himself!”
I limp to the car, climbing in the backseat slowly. I can feel how swollen my eye is; I can hardly open it.
“Frank! Are you alright?” Billie worries.
Jesus, I must really look terrible. “Yeah I’m fine.” Suddenly, I feel the taste of something delicious in my mouth. I recognize it’s sweetness almost immediately. Shit. It’s blood, blood pouring form my nose.
I begin turning. Before Vampire Frank completely overthrows me, I jiggle the car handle and plead, “Billie! You have to let me out!’
Billie looks confused. One of his fingers hovers over the unlock switch with uncertainty. “But why-”
“Let me out!” I cry, my voice coming out low and distorted.
Billie unlocks the car and I dash out, sprinting towards the school yard. I tackle the first person I see, who happens to be alone, and immediately snap her neck so her screams won’t attract anyone else. I gnaw away at her throat, sucking as quickly as I can. I get up and slowly return to the car. As I crouch in my sat, my eyes slowly fade back from gold to green and my teeth become dull again.
Billie stares at me, his expression stony. He utters out, “Frank. When we get home we’re having a talk.” He then pulls out of the lot and starts down the road, not saying another word the entire ride there.
When I go to P.E. to change the next day, Logan and Joey are already waiting for me. I try to run to a stall, but Logan grabs me by the belt and yanks me back. He tackles me and pins me to the floor, and Joey wrestles off my blazer. He tries to pull off my shirt, but I get him to stop when it’s up to my ribcage.
“Help!” I cry. I try to bite Logan, but he dodges it.
Joey finally takes my shirt off. He steps back, holding the fabric in his hands.
Logan gets up as well and watches me rise. My wings unintentionally unfold, and Logan and Joey’s mouths drop open in utter shock.
“Look, please don’t tell anyone,” I beg. My wings pulsate from anxiety.
“Jesus Christ! You’re a freak!” Logan screams. He shoves me down and sprints past, bolting for the door.
Joey stares at me a little while longer before chasing after his friend.
Panting, I go to my locker and pull on my P.E. shirt, praying that the others won’t find out.
After P.E., I head to the locker room to see literally every boy in the class waiting for me. Logan springs onto me, tearing off my shirt. He clutches one of my wings and pulls me to my feet harshly.
The boys all gape, and one of them, in a panic, screams and launches himself at me. He punches me a few times, and I hold myself back by only tossing him to the side. Logan grabs me by a wing and drags me into the shower, and I hiss in protest.
He turns on the spray, and my wings instantly feel a million times heavier. As I stand, they hang limply at my sides, useless.
One of the boys throws a towel at me, and that’s when they all invade the shower, whipping me with towels. I let out a warning growl, and I can feel myself start to turn. I sprint past them all, pushing through the crowd. One of the boys grabs me around the waist, and I lift him and throw him across the room.
I run outside, and walk around the track until I calm down. I pull on my shirt, which I grabbed on the way out. I hurry back inside, since lunch is next.
At lunch, no one dares sit next to me. The boy that I hurled across the room isn’t there. I overhear that he broke his wrist. All of the kids whisper about me and stare at me. One of them, almost as an experiment, tosses a sandwich at me.
I snatch the food, chucking it back with all my might and knocking the kid who threw it to the ground. All of the kids gasp in bewilderment, and some that are sitting at nearby tables leave, getting further away from me.
The rest of the day is really long, with kids pointing at me and making up lies about me and whatnot. I pick up some of the rumors; one being that I have some weird disorder. Another being that it’s all a hoax. And one, that I’m part bat. No one guesses that I’m really a vampire, which is good.
Once we’re home and lying in bed, Gerard sprawled out on one of my wings, stroking it, he tells me softly,
“Frank? A boy asked me if you really had wings…”
“Everybody in my P.E. class knows,” I grumble.
“What are we going to do?” Gerard asks.
I shrug. “Just wait for all of this to blow over? I could put the medical tape over my back and chest like I did that one time. That worked pretty well.”
Gerard looks at me and bites his lip. “Maybe.” He then scrunches up his face and adds, “Only if we have to, will we leave. I really like Billie and Tre.”
“Me too,” I agree.
Gerard yawns and rolls over, falling asleep. I listen to the sound of his breathing, steady and soft, to calm my nerves and bring me to a slumber as well.
The next day at school, when I go to my locker, Logan and Joey are both standing there.
I squeak and attempt to run away, but Logan grabs onto my black boxer briefs, pulling me back.
“Look, Iero. We just want to talk,” Logan begins.
I tuck my underwear back into my pants and pat my frankly sore ass, demanding, “About what?”
“Don’t fuck with us Iero,” Joey warns. “Those… things… on your back. Are those real?”
“No…” I mutter. I flap my arms uselessly. “I knew you were eventually going to peek, so I glued these weird things onto my back each time in case you’d look.” I glare at Logan. “I was just messing around.”
Logan knees me in the crotch, and I fall to into a fetal position.
“That wasn’t funny!” Logan barks. “We’re kicking your ass later.”
Joey takes my bag, dumping out its contents onto me.
Shit.
After school I bolt outside, desperately searching for Gerard. I see a head of black hair in front of me, so I ask hopefully, “Gerard?”
Fucking Logan turns around. He grins, and replies, “Nope. Just your worst nightmare, midget.”
With that, he tackles me and pins me to the ground, calling for Joey to come over. Joey does as he’s told, and he kicks me in the ribs with his pointed shoe. Ouch, that fucking hurt and it’ll leave a giant welt.
Logan sits on top of me and knees me in the crotch. I clutch at my groin, tears running down my face. I hold it in the hopes that it’ll stay on, because the pain is so unbearable that it feels as though my penis is about to fall off.
I manage to kick him in the side and slide away, but it is in vain.
Logan launches himself at me and headbutts me in the face.
I shriek in pain, holding my face. Logan moves my hands away and punches me in the eye. I begin wailing, and Joey pulls my shirt over my head (Thank God I binded my wings today) and slaps the bare small of my back.
I yelp out, and Logan begins to do this as well. He reaches around me and grabs my nipple, twisting it, and then punches me in the gut. I curl up on the ground, and they both stand, satisfied.
“That’s what you get for being smart, you little bastard!” Logan spits.
“Fuck you, Iero!” Joey shouts. “And tell that faggot Billie Joe Armstrong he can fuck himself!”
I limp to the car, climbing in the backseat slowly. I can feel how swollen my eye is; I can hardly open it.
“Frank! Are you alright?” Billie worries.
Jesus, I must really look terrible. “Yeah I’m fine.” Suddenly, I feel the taste of something delicious in my mouth. I recognize it’s sweetness almost immediately. Shit. It’s blood, blood pouring form my nose.
I begin turning. Before Vampire Frank completely overthrows me, I jiggle the car handle and plead, “Billie! You have to let me out!’
Billie looks confused. One of his fingers hovers over the unlock switch with uncertainty. “But why-”
“Let me out!” I cry, my voice coming out low and distorted.
Billie unlocks the car and I dash out, sprinting towards the school yard. I tackle the first person I see, who happens to be alone, and immediately snap her neck so her screams won’t attract anyone else. I gnaw away at her throat, sucking as quickly as I can. I get up and slowly return to the car. As I crouch in my sat, my eyes slowly fade back from gold to green and my teeth become dull again.
Billie stares at me, his expression stony. He utters out, “Frank. When we get home we’re having a talk.” He then pulls out of the lot and starts down the road, not saying another word the entire ride there.
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3/19/14