Frank finds me in the halls the next day, in the short fifteen minutes I have to relax before first period. Not today, anyways.
Frank storms over. He has a black eye, and a cut on the bridge of his nose. His face is battered and scraped, and he looks pissed.
He picks me up by the collar to my shirt, demanding, “Have you been talking shit, dyke?”
Frank’s scaring me. He’s always kind of scary, but usually he never yells at me, and normally he’s having fun picking on me. But now, he’s just acting really angry and aggressive. And it’s extremely frightening.
“I haven’t been, I swear,” I insist.
“Bullshit!” Frank curses, slamming my back against the wall.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, ignoring the searing pain in my back.
“Mind your own business!” Frank squeaks. His eyes are red and swollen. Shit, he’s been crying. “The point is, someone’s been talking badly about me, and I need to know who!”
“Frank, calm down,” I coax. “It’s okay, really.”
Frank sets me down, falling to his knees and crying. “I’m sorry. I really am.”
“Tell me what’s wrong,” I instruct. It’s horribly bittersweet to see Frank like this- on one hand- he’s done this to me how many times! Surely he deserves a turn! But on the other hand- I hate to see him hurt.
Frank is sobbing too hard to talk. I ask,
“Is it a girlfriend?”
Frank shakes his head.
“Pet died?” I guess.
Again, his head shakes.
“Parents?” I question.
Frank suddenly stands, tackling me and pinning me to the floor. “You shut the fuck up about my parents, you little shit!”
“So it is your parents then?” I respond.
Frank gets all flustered, his pink lips agape. He reddens, swearing, “Shut the fuck up! You’re…. you’re a little bitch! You don’t know shit about my parents!” He punches me in the jaw, right on one of my bruises, ordering, “Don’t you ever talk about them again, o-okay?!”
“Okay!” I agree, wincing from pain.
Frank gets off of me, placing his knee into my crotch on purpose as he rises, causing me to cry out in pain. “Bye, dyke.”
Jamia rushes over, shouting at Frank, “Yeah you better leave!” she kneels next to me, worrying, “Oh my gosh, Gerard are you okay? I saw the whole thing and I ran over but he was already gone.”
“I’m fine,” I assure. She helps me up, but my knees are still buckled as my cock feels like it’s about to fall off.
“What was he all roid ragey about?” Jamia asks.
“Something about his parents,” I reply.
Jamia glances in the direction Frank stomped off in. “His face was pretty banged up. You don’t think his parents….”
“What?” I cut off. “Come on, of course not! I’m sure he just pissed someone off and got jumped, this wouldn’t be the first time.”
“It’s happened before?” Jamia questions.
I nod. “Yeah, just like a month ago or so… had a real smashed up face, not as bad as this time, though. This is probably the worst I’ve ever seen him.”
“Oh,” Jamia answers. And she drops the topic for the rest of the day.
I see Frank in the hallways during guided study. He smiles at me, and even waves. I’m extremely confused. Maybe he appreciates me helping him out this morning? Some people would find their sworn enemy waving at them a bad omen, but I decide to accept it as a good thing, since the guy I freaking love is finally showing an interest in me. We’re heading towards each other, and I’m about to wave back when he suddenly trips me, dragging me by the ankles into a nearby restroom.
I thrash against him, but it’s no use, and I’m dragged in. “Let me go!” I scream.
Frank punches me in the stomach, warning, “If you make one more noise I will rip your dick off and shove it down your throat!”
I’m quiet after that. Frank gets onto the ground, pulling me into an arm bar.
“Are you making up shit about me?” he growls.
My forearm is pressed against his dick, and I can feel it through his skinny jeans. I feel myself get hard, and begin to sweat bullets as I try to make it go down. Frank gazes down and notices, declaring, “Good morning, Vietnam! Looks like little Gerard is up and at em!”
Frank shoves away from me, spitting, “You’re such a freak! What’s wrong with you?”
He’s leaving when I do something I automatically regret.
“Hey Frank! Did your parents do that to you?” I call.
Frank pivots, his eyes hot with anger and his mouth curled into a sneer. He kicks me in the ribs repeatedly, shouting,
“Don’t… *kick* you *kick* ever *kick* talk *kick* shit *kick* about my *kick* family!” He then stomps on my hip, causing me to squeal in pain. He spits on me before he leaves, his Converses thudding against the tile.
I pull myself to my feet, limping as I head back to guided study. I sit next to Jamia, who is all over me.
“What happened? Are you okay? Did Frank do this? He did, didn’t he? I’ll kill him!”
“No, no, Jamia, don’t kill him,” I plead. “Come on, please.”
“Why don’t you want me to?” Jamia asks. “Why are you defending him?”
“I’m not!” I lie. “I’m just…. Some shit’s going on with him right now, so you leave him alone!”
“So he can pick on you and beat on you all he likes, but he doesn’t deserve to have it done to him,” Jamia scoffs.
“Well, nobody deserves it,” I mutter.
“Anyone who’s fucked up enough in the head to harm another human being deserves to have unspeakable things done to them,” Jamia hisses.
“Frank… isn’t that bad of a guy,” I admit, even though it comes out more like a question.
“Isn’t that bad of a guy?” Jamia repeats. “Are you kidding me? He calls you a dyke, he punched you in the face, he kneed you in the crotch… he’s… he’s an asshole!”
“Well, if his parents do beat him, doesn’t…. it’s not really his fault he’s a jerk…” I mutter.
“Not his fault? Gerard, just because he has daddy issues doesn’t give him a pass to be a giant douche!” Jamia reasons.
“I know but….” I sigh. “I don’t know where I’m going with this. But, I just can’t be mad at him.”
“Why are…..” Jamia gasps. “You’re not… he’s not the one you love, is he?”
My silence only confirms Jamia’s question.
I start to cry, the tears rolling down my cheeks and picking up speed on their journey.
Jamia apologizes, “Gerard, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be mad,” I weep.
Jamia takes my hand, lacing her fingers with mine. “Oh honey, I’m not mad at all. I just… how did you manage to fall in love with someone like that?”
I shrug weakly. “I have a talent for falling for everyone who won’t love me back.”
Jamia frowns, and hugs me. She kisses me on the cheek, and combs her fingers through the back of my hair. “It’s okay, sweetie. Don’t be upset.”
I get home. It was quite a bummer day, what with Frank being more of an ass than usual, and possibly even finding out I love him. If only my cock hadn’t decided to fucking stand at attention at that moment. Jamia seemed disappointed in me too.
I lie on my bed, crying my eyes out. I reach under my mattress, retrieving my pocket knife. I roll up my shirt and press it against my ribcage, slowly digging it in and dragging it across the skin. After four deep, deep cuts I’m about to quit, but then I remember disappointing Jamia. I cut myself again for being such a shitty friend, and then hurry to my bathroom, wrapping gauze around it and tightening it with medical tape.
I fall asleep, crimson blood soaking through the bandages. When I wake up, I pray that it’ll be a better day. Most of all, I pray that Frank’s okay. Somewhere, deep in the pit of my stomach, I have this really horrible feeling that Frank’s parents are the ones beating him around his own house.

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