What If They Find Out

After about an hour of Gerard consoling me we stood up from our place behind the cabinet. Ironically this was right by the entrance to the room and it was the camera's blind spot.

"I want to go home," I said, wiping tears from my eyes. "I can't let you go back there Frank," he said quietly but firmly. "Why not?" I questioned defiantly. "Because, your father is abusive and I can't let him hurt you anymore," Gerard answered.

I looked into his eyes. They were full of fear, and hate, and the need to protect me. I knew that he wanted to keep me safe, but where would I go. Wouldn't my dad just be more angry that I had disappeared? What would happen if my dad found me, if ran away?

Apparently I said these things out loud because Gerard started to speak again. "You could stay with me. And you wouldn't need fear him, I'd keep you safe," he tried to convince me.

I stood there for a moment, not sure how to react to his offer.

"Well you could live with me, or I could call the cops and they would take him to prison and take you away from this town," he said, the last part seaming like a threat.

I didn't want my dad to go to prison, and I sure as hell didn't want to lose Mikey and Gerard.

"I...I...I'll stay with you," I finally answered, but then continued, "You promise not to tell anyone, right?" "Yes, but I'm going to keep very close watch over you. I don't want you hurting yourself, or getting hurt by anyone else," He promised.

I was still a little upset that I couldn't go back to my house, so I retorted, "It doesn't hurt when I cut myself. It only bleeds, and the blood shows just how weak, just how much of a fag, that I am."

"Please don't say that Frank. I love you and I just wish that you could love yourself too," he whimpered out. "No, I'm going to say that. I am a pathetic, worthless, faggot. And I really don't understand why you love me," I argued. "That's it. We're going to my house now," he said giving up on trying to calm me down before he took me to his house.

He grabbed my forearm tightly and I hissed. He had grabbed the arm with the cuts. Gerard didn't even look back when I started to whimper, since he kept hold of the same arm. I must have pushed him too far. Now he didn't even care that he was hurting me.

Gerard dragged me out to his car and shoved me into the passenger seat. The drive to his house was awful and silent.

When we got to his house he grabbed my hand and looked at my arm. I was bleeding again from his grip. Gerard must have seen something because than he got out of the car and ran to my side. He whipped open the door and grabbed my good arm, pulling me into the house.

It didn't look like anyone was inside. Well no one was in any of the rooms that lead to the bathroom.

The bathroom was small and messy. There was clothes everywhere. Some of the outfits seemed familiar but I didn't have time to investigate before he jerked my cut arm over the sink.

Gerard had unscrewed a brown bottle. Oh shit. That meant that he was gonna put peroxide on the newly opened cuts. The whole reason I didn't do this to prevent infection was that it burned like hell.

The cool liquid was then poured over my arm. For a second it was soothing and seemed to numb it. However in a few seconds it began to sting. I whimpered and winced. I tried to swat the bottle out of his hands but he grabbed my swatting hand before I could even try.

When he finished cleaning the cuts he dried off my arm and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry," he said simply and walked out of the room.

I didn't know my way around his house so I just sat there expecting that he would come back.

I took these few minutes as an opportunity to figure out where I'd seen these clothes before. After a few minutes of thought I figured it out, they were Mikey's. Why would Mikey live with his older brother and not his family though? They probably just had a family get together and he must have had Gerard help him with is laundry. That made sense, right?

That's when the door opened and I looked up, figuring that it was Gerard.

"Uh, Frank?"

Notes

Hmmm? Who just found Frank? Thank you guys for commenting, subscribing, and reading. I can't wait to continue writing this. :)