What If They Find Out

A week had passed since the day we kissed. It was now Monday again I was super excited for tutoring tonight.

However since the day that I thought of the changes I'd been super depressed. Over the past week, I had gained six new scars on my left arm.

Today I had made the mistake of not having an umbrella. Now my sweater was soaked and I was forced to walk around with a short sleeved shirt. There would be no problem if it weren't for the clearly visible marks down my arm.

I really hoped Gerard didn't notice. No! I'm at school, it's Mr. Way now.

The day dragged by slowly. Each class seemingly longer than the last. By the time, I got to third period art I had almost completely forgotten about the scars. Not completely though.

When Mr. Way came by to hand me the assignment I fully remembered my fear of him seeing and me getting in trouble. I held my breath as he set the paper down in front of me. Luckily he didn't notice and kept on walking. I let out a sigh of relief.

Again he finished explaining the homework just before the bell rang.

Just before I left the room I looked back at him. Suddenly his eyes shot to the floor. Obviously he had been staring at me. When he looked back up his face was a look of pure horror and shame, mine was a smirk.
----------------------------------------------------Time-Lapse-------------------------------------------------------It was the end of the day and all of my belongings were in my bag ready to go. I walked down to the art room in silence and fear.

Fear that he would hate me now that he knew I liked him

Fear that he would see my scars

Fear that he would wonder why it was so important for me to be home on time

Fear that if we did get together we'd end up in prison

What was I gonna do? My mom would know...But she's not here anymore. I thought with tears coming to my eyes. When I finally made it to the art room tears were streaming from my eyes.

"Frank, what's wrong?" Mr. Way said.

Wait it was after school so he was Gerard again.

I was too sad to answer him.

"Frank, tell me what's wrong," he said again. After a few seconds of silence from me he began to plead for an answer again. "Frankie please tell me why you're crying."

When he called me Frankie he struck a nerve. That is what my mom used to call me. I began to sob uncontrollably.

He grabbed my arm to try to comfort me. I squealed out in pain. Gerard had grabbed where I cut yesterday and the past few days.

He turned my arm to see what had hurt me. It took him only a second before his face lit up in shock and his eyes began to water.

"Frank, why?" was all he said looking into my eyes. I finally spoke up, " I j-just miss my m-mom and I'm-I'm so afraid that-that you h-hate me 'cuz you were the only p-person that I t-trusted or l-loved anymore," I choked out.

"What about your father?" he asked. I answered, the tears finally receding now that I was finally talking to someone, "He hates me, now that I'm gay he abuses me. But he is right, I'm nothing more than a worthless faggot."

"Frank, I just, you aren't worthless. And just because you are gay that doesn't mean you're a faggot," Gerard said trying to reassure me. " How are you so sure?" I question, "It's not like anyone loves me."

In that instant, he brings me into a loving kiss. "I love you," he says with a shaky voice.
"But this is illegal! I love you, but what if someone see's us and rats us out. You could go to prison!" I argue against my heart. "I don't care. I won't let them find us. I love you Frankie!"

And just before he cuts me off with a kiss I argue one last time,

"What if they find out?"

Notes

Hey guys! Remember suggestions are still welcomed. What do you guys think? I bet you didn't think that Gerard loved him THAT much. Well, I hope you enjoyed. Love you guys! :)