What If They Find Out

Gerard's P.O.V.

I had my Frankie back. I wasn't ever going to let him go.

He left the hospital the day that he woke up. The bruises were starting to disappear and his cuts were starting to heal. They would probably scar pretty bad though. The doctors had put him on anti-depression pills and he was supposed to go see a therapists once a week for two months. From there, if he was doing better they would lower it to one session a month for the remainder of the year. If he wasn't doing any better, they were going to change his medication and make him go to therapy twice a week until he was better. I was glad they were helping him, I just hoped that Frank would accept the help.

He had to go back to school tomorrow and I was worried about him. If anyone dared to hurt him, they were going to deal with me. There was no way I was letting that happen again. I think he was worried too and that worried me more than anything at all. I couldn't have him in a bad mood. I couldn't stand him being anxious or nervous or sad. I would do anything to make him happy. So as soon as we left the hospital, he made a request.

"Can I go to my dad's house?" Frank asked in a very small voice. He hadn't asked to go there since the first day I took him away from there. I really didn't think it was a great idea to see his father but, since I would do anything, I drove him over there.

Frank's P.O.V.

We rode to my old house in silence. Gerard was scared. I could tell. I was just too tired to talk. I was still alive, which I suppose was a good thing. I could still be with Gerard. But now I had to go back to school and face those bullies. Now they would see me as even more of a faggot than before. Even if they didn't know that I failed at killing myself, they would still know that they beat me and I hid for a week. Which I did not hide, but I did a selfish and cowardice thing. If only it had worked. This would all be over. I could be done worrying and I would finally get respect.

I wanted to go to my dad's for a reason. Not to see him, but to visit the old treehouse. I missed my childhood. I really wanted to go back to when I had my mother, and when my father loved me, and when I wasn't the whole school's punching bag. I knew that what I had tried to do would have disappointed my mom. That fact there destroyed me. I couldn't disappoint her. But she had to understand. Right?

When we got to my dad's, I could see him in the living room, looking out of the window into the night. That bastard. Gerard parked on the side of the street and we climbed out of the car. "What are we doing here?" He asked me. "I need to visit my old life. As we started to walk towards the backyard my dad left the living room. By the time we opened the gate to the backyard I could see my dad soaking the base of the tree in…was that gasoline? I panicked a bit.

My dad turned to me, "Hey faggot Frankie! I heard about your little stunt. Figured you'd come back. Wanted to see the stupid little playhouse here? Thought it would remind you of that bitch you call a mom." Gerard grabbed my arms and held me back. How dare he insult my mother!?!?! "Frank, no." Gee whispered in my ear.

The old man laughed when he saw the pain he caused me. And with that he lit the gasoline on the tree. Within seconds the rest of the tree caught fire. What was once great and beautiful, now raged bright orange against the black sky. Tears filled my eyes as I watched my past flash before me. I had lost so much. I couldn't lose this too. "NO!" I screamed. I shook and tried to pull myself away from Gerard's grasp.

In response, Gee pulled me away and back to the car. I was vaguely aware of sirens in the near distance. Probably for the fire. Gerard strapped me into the car, locked the doors, and drove away as fast as he could.

I just wanted to see the treehouse again. Just one more time.

Notes

HAPPY NEW YEAR! Again?! Has it already been this long? I tried to make this a little longer. We got back up to a rating of 10.0! And we now have 50 votes! Can you believe it? 50! Thank you all so much. Oh and I would like to give a great big Thank You to scorpion_franky who is a russian fanfic writer who's going to be translating this story for ficbook.net. Thank you soooo much! I am so glad to see that this story is read around the world. I would have never guessed it would've become this popular. So where are the rest of you guys from? I live in the united states, in Illinois. Also, did any of you do anything fun for the New Year. I went to an all nighter at a roller rink. :)