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It rang for a while before I hung up. I guess mikey didn't want to talk to me. Then I realized there was still an hour until school et out so he wasn't going to answer me if he was in class. I threw my phone giants the wall near the wall, and began crying, holding my knees close to my chest.
I didn't notice gerard standing in the doorway until he gasped when the phone almost hit him.
"Frank?...." He whispered timidly scared that he'd make the wrong move or say the wrong thing.
"Can you please leave?! You've caused enough damage to me already!" I growled at him.
"Frank what the hell are you talking about!" He screamed. "I have no idea what the fuck is going on! With you or anything else! Please just tell me what's happening and how I'm involved!" He yelled at me.
I was fed up at this point and I really didn't give a shit If scarred him or not by showing him my cuts. I was already scared enough myself and half of that was from him anyway.
I ripped off my clothes until I was in just my boxers.
"Frank what're you doing?..."
"You wanna know whats going on then ill show you!" I snapped pointing at my legs.
"Frank I don't want to see your junk-"
he began but I cut him off by punching him as hard as I could in the gut causing him to double over in pain.
"God this not about me trying to flirt with you for fucks sake!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "It about you making making my life such a living hell! I'd never! ever! consider even becoming close enough to you so that you'd see my junk! Your fucking prick, asshole, mother fucking homophobic cunt! And this is what's your fault!"
With that i ripped off the bandages and pulls up the legs of my boxers only revealing my cuts.
Gerad eyes widened instantly. He stared for a moment before clamping his hand over his mouth and began crying. Almost gasping for air since his sobs were so deep. I had no idea why he was crying since he had no trouble causing this in the first place.
He walked closer and kneeled down in front of me. He looked at me first before extending a hand to lightly touch the stitched cut on my right hip. He moved my boxers but just to see more of the cuts not to see my personal area.
He stood up and looked at me. I couldn't make out his emotion but I knew my emotion was still pissed off and that my face was showing it.
But gerard did the unthinkable, he pulled me into a hug and then
he kissed me.
I didn't notice gerard standing in the doorway until he gasped when the phone almost hit him.
"Frank?...." He whispered timidly scared that he'd make the wrong move or say the wrong thing.
"Can you please leave?! You've caused enough damage to me already!" I growled at him.
"Frank what the hell are you talking about!" He screamed. "I have no idea what the fuck is going on! With you or anything else! Please just tell me what's happening and how I'm involved!" He yelled at me.
I was fed up at this point and I really didn't give a shit If scarred him or not by showing him my cuts. I was already scared enough myself and half of that was from him anyway.
I ripped off my clothes until I was in just my boxers.
"Frank what're you doing?..."
"You wanna know whats going on then ill show you!" I snapped pointing at my legs.
"Frank I don't want to see your junk-"
he began but I cut him off by punching him as hard as I could in the gut causing him to double over in pain.
"God this not about me trying to flirt with you for fucks sake!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "It about you making making my life such a living hell! I'd never! ever! consider even becoming close enough to you so that you'd see my junk! Your fucking prick, asshole, mother fucking homophobic cunt! And this is what's your fault!"
With that i ripped off the bandages and pulls up the legs of my boxers only revealing my cuts.
Gerad eyes widened instantly. He stared for a moment before clamping his hand over his mouth and began crying. Almost gasping for air since his sobs were so deep. I had no idea why he was crying since he had no trouble causing this in the first place.
He walked closer and kneeled down in front of me. He looked at me first before extending a hand to lightly touch the stitched cut on my right hip. He moved my boxers but just to see more of the cuts not to see my personal area.
He stood up and looked at me. I couldn't make out his emotion but I knew my emotion was still pissed off and that my face was showing it.
But gerard did the unthinkable, he pulled me into a hug and then
he kissed me.
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