When i was a young boy (Well not that young)
Chapter 8: I've got so many fixes for my troubles by my favorite one is you.
Franks POV
Oh god what am i doing. I can't tell him. But i have to. He can't leave. I... I love him. He's my everything. He's like the eye of the storm that been throwing me around mercilessly for years. He's the one that saved me. I'm still alive because of him. If he left, i might actually do it. I might actually kill myself.
Gerard shook me out of my thoughts gently. He was looking at me with a worried expression on his face, his eyes sparkling with that beautiful hazel hue.
"Frank what is it? Whats wrong?" His voice soothed me and I opened my mouth to speak,
"Gerard the night you came into that bar was one of the best things thats ever happened to me. Especially since the previous plans were so much different." I breathed in and out once heavily, "That night if you hadn't come into that bar I would've gone home," Tears were coming to my eyes, "and i probably would've hung myself." At this point i broke down, sobbing as a wrapped my arms around his waist. He hugged me back tightly and I could feel his tears fall onto my head.
"Frankie why? Why would you do that." He cried. I just sobbed harder and managed to hiccup out,
"B-because I couldn't l-live with my past a-anymore. I couldn't d-deal with the p-pain." Now we were both sobbing and hugging each other while at the same time trying to comfort each other with Gee stroking my hair and me tracing patterns on his back.
"Baby i wanna know what happened to you. I can't live with you being like this and i can't help without knowing what went on. Can you tell me?" He pulled away to look into my eyes deeply and licked the tears away softly.
"Tell me your life story." He whispers. I grab his hand and pull him into the nearest room, which happened to be his and sat down on the bed crossing my legs. He sits down next to me and lays his head in my lap.
"It's story time kids." I laugh breathily, tears still dripping a little from my eyes. He smiles comfortingly and i get the courage to start my story.
"I guess it all started when i was born. From the first i can remember it was all just chaos in my house. I had an abusive father and an alcoholic mother. They always fought about everything. Mostly me though. Sometimes when i was home with only my mother, she'd come in drunk and tell me how it was a mistake not aborting me and how i never should have been born and how i ruined the family. By the time i was 10 the fights had gotten so bad that my mom left my dad and left him to deal with me. He didn't take that very well. The beatings continued, almost every day in fact. Thats why i have all these tattoos," I gesture to my arms and chest, "To cover up all the scars he left me. The day i turned 14 was the day i decided to come out as gay. I had known for a while and I knew my father wouldn't take it well so i only told my friends Bob, Pete, and Andy. They were the most understanding people in my life at the time. When they found out Andy and Pete confessed to me that they had been dating for about 6 months which we had kind of expected but we acted surprised anyway. That however was when the bullying started. The jocks would beat me up behind the school all the time and everyone else would just whisper things like fag and fatass and stuff to me when the teachers weren't looking. At first i just told myself that they were just assholes but after a while i really started to believe i was worthless. One night at a party with Pete, Andy, Bob, and this guy Kurt and i was really really drunk. Pete was too and decided that he would "help me get home." We got into his car and he immediately started taking my clothes off. I was freaked out to say the least. No matter how hard i tried I couldn't get him off me. Before anyone found us he had raped me twice. Soon though Andy found us and beat the living shit out of Pete and obviously broke up with him. I was taken to the hospital by Andy and Kurt and thats how my father found out I was gay. Because i thought he wouldn't hurt me if I was already traumatized. I was wrong. He tried to kill me right there in the hospital. Luckily Kurt got him off me with the help of three doctors and he was arrested. I never saw my dad again." I sniffed and a tear fell from my eyes.
"You don't have to go on sugar. If you don't want to you can stop." Gee says with a voice as smooth and soft as silk. I smile and murmur an "It's okay." and keep going.
"After that I went to live with Andy and got to know kurt a lot better. He was one of those kids who were kind of stuck in the nineties you know? He loved the grunge era and i couldn't blame him. Sooner or later we hit it off and he asked me to be my boyfriend. I was happy to say yes. He was a great boyfriend. He always did little things to make me smile and I absolutely loved his blonde hair it was the most beautiful thing i'd ever seen. He had a lot of skeletons in the closet though. One being a secret drug problem and another being a scary ex girlfriend named Courtney. She would follow him places and try to get me arrested and soon we were fed up so we got a restraining order. Everything was ok after that until i started noticing his health decreasing. I asked him what was wrong and he confessed to me that he had a Heroin problem. I was shocked. I tried to help him but he was already gone. Sooner or later i came home from work to find he had shot and killed himself. With a rifle. How that was possible i don't know. I was devastated to say the least. Angry because i couldn't help him. Sad because he was gone. Andy and I decided to take a break and go on a trip. A long one. We cgot all our money together and came to Rome. The same thing that happened to you happened to us except instead of a fire we got held at gunpoint. Our wallets, passports everything we had on us was taken. So we got jobs and found ourselves houses and here we are." After I had finished talking a heavy silence hung over us. Then Gerard got up and kissed me softly with all the passion in the world.
"Sugar?" he whispered.
"Yeah what is it?"
"You're comin' with us back to america. Never have i ever loved someone more then you so you're comin' back with us."
A smile made its way across my face and a tackled Gee with a huge hug that ended up with us kissing on the floor.
"Thank you. Thank you for saving me." I whisper in between kisses.
Oh god what am i doing. I can't tell him. But i have to. He can't leave. I... I love him. He's my everything. He's like the eye of the storm that been throwing me around mercilessly for years. He's the one that saved me. I'm still alive because of him. If he left, i might actually do it. I might actually kill myself.
Gerard shook me out of my thoughts gently. He was looking at me with a worried expression on his face, his eyes sparkling with that beautiful hazel hue.
"Frank what is it? Whats wrong?" His voice soothed me and I opened my mouth to speak,
"Gerard the night you came into that bar was one of the best things thats ever happened to me. Especially since the previous plans were so much different." I breathed in and out once heavily, "That night if you hadn't come into that bar I would've gone home," Tears were coming to my eyes, "and i probably would've hung myself." At this point i broke down, sobbing as a wrapped my arms around his waist. He hugged me back tightly and I could feel his tears fall onto my head.
"Frankie why? Why would you do that." He cried. I just sobbed harder and managed to hiccup out,
"B-because I couldn't l-live with my past a-anymore. I couldn't d-deal with the p-pain." Now we were both sobbing and hugging each other while at the same time trying to comfort each other with Gee stroking my hair and me tracing patterns on his back.
"Baby i wanna know what happened to you. I can't live with you being like this and i can't help without knowing what went on. Can you tell me?" He pulled away to look into my eyes deeply and licked the tears away softly.
"Tell me your life story." He whispers. I grab his hand and pull him into the nearest room, which happened to be his and sat down on the bed crossing my legs. He sits down next to me and lays his head in my lap.
"It's story time kids." I laugh breathily, tears still dripping a little from my eyes. He smiles comfortingly and i get the courage to start my story.
"I guess it all started when i was born. From the first i can remember it was all just chaos in my house. I had an abusive father and an alcoholic mother. They always fought about everything. Mostly me though. Sometimes when i was home with only my mother, she'd come in drunk and tell me how it was a mistake not aborting me and how i never should have been born and how i ruined the family. By the time i was 10 the fights had gotten so bad that my mom left my dad and left him to deal with me. He didn't take that very well. The beatings continued, almost every day in fact. Thats why i have all these tattoos," I gesture to my arms and chest, "To cover up all the scars he left me. The day i turned 14 was the day i decided to come out as gay. I had known for a while and I knew my father wouldn't take it well so i only told my friends Bob, Pete, and Andy. They were the most understanding people in my life at the time. When they found out Andy and Pete confessed to me that they had been dating for about 6 months which we had kind of expected but we acted surprised anyway. That however was when the bullying started. The jocks would beat me up behind the school all the time and everyone else would just whisper things like fag and fatass and stuff to me when the teachers weren't looking. At first i just told myself that they were just assholes but after a while i really started to believe i was worthless. One night at a party with Pete, Andy, Bob, and this guy Kurt and i was really really drunk. Pete was too and decided that he would "help me get home." We got into his car and he immediately started taking my clothes off. I was freaked out to say the least. No matter how hard i tried I couldn't get him off me. Before anyone found us he had raped me twice. Soon though Andy found us and beat the living shit out of Pete and obviously broke up with him. I was taken to the hospital by Andy and Kurt and thats how my father found out I was gay. Because i thought he wouldn't hurt me if I was already traumatized. I was wrong. He tried to kill me right there in the hospital. Luckily Kurt got him off me with the help of three doctors and he was arrested. I never saw my dad again." I sniffed and a tear fell from my eyes.
"You don't have to go on sugar. If you don't want to you can stop." Gee says with a voice as smooth and soft as silk. I smile and murmur an "It's okay." and keep going.
"After that I went to live with Andy and got to know kurt a lot better. He was one of those kids who were kind of stuck in the nineties you know? He loved the grunge era and i couldn't blame him. Sooner or later we hit it off and he asked me to be my boyfriend. I was happy to say yes. He was a great boyfriend. He always did little things to make me smile and I absolutely loved his blonde hair it was the most beautiful thing i'd ever seen. He had a lot of skeletons in the closet though. One being a secret drug problem and another being a scary ex girlfriend named Courtney. She would follow him places and try to get me arrested and soon we were fed up so we got a restraining order. Everything was ok after that until i started noticing his health decreasing. I asked him what was wrong and he confessed to me that he had a Heroin problem. I was shocked. I tried to help him but he was already gone. Sooner or later i came home from work to find he had shot and killed himself. With a rifle. How that was possible i don't know. I was devastated to say the least. Angry because i couldn't help him. Sad because he was gone. Andy and I decided to take a break and go on a trip. A long one. We cgot all our money together and came to Rome. The same thing that happened to you happened to us except instead of a fire we got held at gunpoint. Our wallets, passports everything we had on us was taken. So we got jobs and found ourselves houses and here we are." After I had finished talking a heavy silence hung over us. Then Gerard got up and kissed me softly with all the passion in the world.
"Sugar?" he whispered.
"Yeah what is it?"
"You're comin' with us back to america. Never have i ever loved someone more then you so you're comin' back with us."
A smile made its way across my face and a tackled Gee with a huge hug that ended up with us kissing on the floor.
"Thank you. Thank you for saving me." I whisper in between kisses.
Notes
BAM! new chapter. So we get Franks story. Poor Frankie. :( BUT NOW FRANK GETS TO GO BACK HOME. And maybe find some people he had hoped not to. Anywho sorry for such a late chapter. Crap hit the fan this last couple of weeks so I had barely any time. Please forgive me. I love you guys btwStay classy. Stay strong :) OH AND HAPPY AFTER FRANKS BIRFDAY/HALLOWEEN!
Will this EVER be updated??? X
5/22/14