What If They Find Out

Gerard's P.O.V.

I had a free period at the end of the day so I sat in my classroom grading papers. Once I had finished I decided to start drawing a portrait of Frank for him. I knew how much he loved my art. After a moment I needed to brainstorm some ideas for the details so I looked out of the window. In the parking lot I could see a kid walking away from the building. Poor kid was hunched over and looked as if he was dragging himself along. He was probably going home sick.

That's when some football players who were Frank's main bullies walked passed my door. They were all laughing and the leader had bloody and bruised knuckles. I suddenly got a really bad feeling.

"Excuse me? Can I see you boys for a moment?" I called to the jocks in the hall. The stepped in and stood around my desk. "Have any of you Frank Iero recently?" I asked, trying to hide the panic and anger in my voice. "Yea, we've seen him. Why?" The leader said with a smirk. His friends all chuckled behind him. Oh no, this cannot be good. "I just needed to speak with him. Can one of you go get him for me?" I asked. I knew it was risky asking them for a favor, but I really needed to see something. Then he grinned, "Sorry sir, I think he just left."

And I swear in that moment, my heart stopped for a second. However I couldn't just jump up and run after him. These guys already think that we are dating and that would look very suspicious. "Alright, you may leave," I said as calmly as I could. I needed to help my Frankie.

As soon as they were far enough down the hall so that I could no longer hear them, I grabbed my coat and ran from the room. I had to get to Frank. I speed walked down the hall and turned to leave the building when I remembered that I left my classroom door unlocked and that itself would get me into trouble. I ran back to my room and closed the door. Locking it, I ran back down the hall, and out of the building. He couldn't be too far.

I unlocked the door of my trans am and threw myself into the seat. When I put the key into the ignition and went to start the car, it wouldn't start. It sputtered and died out. I tried and tried and tried again to get the car running for at least ten minutes. Frank could already be home by now. What if he wasn't just physically hurt, but emotionally destroyed too? What if...? No, stop. I couldn't think of that.

I gave the car one last try and at that point a gave up. I leapt from the car and ran all the way too his house. By the time I got there I was out of breathe and tears were forming in my eyes.

His house was unlocked so I ran inside and shut the door silently so I didn't scare him. Hopefully he was here. Or else this all would've been for nothing. I was walking towards the hallway when I heard a splash, followed by a loud thud, coming from the bathroom. Oh god. Please don't let that mean what I think it means. "Frank!" I called desperately. I ran to the door. It was locked.

NO.

Notes

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