Pinned

The next day at school, Frank can already see the effect that Pete’s nudes have had on the school. All of the students are glued to their phones, or all in clusters laughing at one phone.
Frank is enjoying Pete’s punishment, until he goes to the bathroom before lunch. Little did he know, Pete had followed him into the restroom. As soon as Frank goes in, Pete enters as well, locking the door behind him. Frank backs up, stumbling over himself. He knows that he can take Pete in a fight; he’d done it before, but he also knows that Pete carries a penknife.
“So, Iero,” Pete begins. He looks like shit; his shirt is wrinkled and torn, his jeans the same ones he wore yesterday, his hair is a total birds’ nest, and he’s not wearing his usual eyeliner. “Someone, I’m sure you’ve heard, has sent nudes of me to the entire school.”
“Oh, really?” Frank asks, playing dumb. It’s probably his best bet at this point; he’s cornered in a locked room with no escape except for the door, which is blocked by Pete. By the way, the kid who he’s locked in with currently fucking hates his guts and has a weapon.
“Yeah,” Pete proceeds. “And I’m almost positive that you and that dyke Gerard Way have something to do with it.”
He suddenly charges at Frank, slamming the smaller boy against the wall. Frank is prepared to fight back, until Pete reaches into his back pocket. Frank’s heart falls into his stomach as Pete withdraws his penknife, extracting the blade.
“So, Frankie,” Pete tells, his voice velvet. He trails the knife’s edge along Frank’s jawbone, with so little pressure that it doesn’t actually cut him, but just scares the living shit out of him. Frank’s knees tremble, and threaten to give in as Pete cuts off a lock of Frank’s hair, letting it fall to the floor. “Just what should I do with you?”
“N-not stabbing me would be nice,” Frank stutters.
“Aw, you’re scared,” Pete mocks. “That’s adorable. You know…” Pete taps the blade against his chin with thought. He decides blatantly, “I’m not going to cut you, Frank. Don’t you worry.” He returns his knife to its spot in his pocket. “But what I will do, is ruin Gerard and your life. Okay?” He slaps Frank’s cheek, pinching the skin. “Atta boy.” He leaves, unlocking the door as he goes.
Frank hurries to lunch, where he tells Gerard exactly what happened.
“Frank, don’t worry,” Gerard assures. “There’s nothing he can do to hurt me, okay? I’ve been at the ugly end of bullying, and lived to tell about it. Trust me, he won’t win this.”
Frank meets up with Gerard at his locker, asking, “How was your day? Pete didn’t give you any trouble, did he?”
“Frank, I’m pretty sure Pete was bluffing. He hasn’t done shit,” Gerard points out. He promises, “It’ll be okay. Just keep your head, alright?”
“Okay,” Frank concurs, smiling amiably at Gerard.
They go to Mikey’s locker, to see that he is not there. Gerard texts him: Where are u Mikes? Frank and I are heading out.
Gerard slumps against the locker, yawning, “He better not take forever. I wanna go home, you know?”
His phone chimes, and Gerard retrieves it, checking his messages. He drops his phone, and heads off to God knows where.
“Gerard, wait!” Frank shouts, grabbing his friend’s phone and hurrying after him. He sprints in the direction Gerard had left, and soon catches up. He follows Gerard out to the back parking lot, to see that Mikey is lying by Gerard’s silver Sudan, his face a bloody mess. His body lays, broken looking, his hip bones twisted around the wrong way and his arms framing his head.
“Mikey!” Gerard screams. He kneels to his brother’s side, pulling Mikey’s head into his lap. He takes off his glasses, which are cracked, to see his face. “Oh, God! Did Pete do this?!”
Mikey nods weakly.
“Oh, geez, where’s the blood coming from?” Gerard mutters, tears staining his face. “Fuck, fuck, fucking cunt asshole shit fuck! Fuck him!”
Frank looks at Gerard’s phone, to see that Pete had sent him a picture of Mikey’s bruised and bloodied face. Frank shuts off the phone, sadly heading over towards Gerard ,who is stroking Mikey’s hair and mumbling,
“You’re going to be okay, alright? Listen, Mikes, you’re okay. Where are you bleeding? Huh?”
Mikey circles his hand around his nose and mouth, and then points to a large gash along the side of his head. Gerard scoops him up, placing him in the passenger seat and slamming the door. “Frank, we have to go to the hospital. He has a cut about four inches big on his head.”
Frank gets into the backseat, noticing that Pete had also key scratched the word “fag” into the door. “Um, Gerard?”
“What is it?” Gerard asks, placing a hand behind Mikey’s seat as he turns to look as he backs out of the parking lot.
“This may be a bad time, but you have “fag” scratched into the paint,” Frank replies.
“Fucking perfect,” Gerard scoffs, rolling his eyes.
They get to the hospital, where Mikey is given twenty four stitches in his head and six on the bridge of his nose. He’s also treated for a concussion, which means he has to stay overnight for observation.
“You going to be okay, Mikes?” Gerard questions. He glances around the empty hospital room, its plain white walls doing nothing to help his morale. “All alone in here?”
“Gee, I’ll be fine,” Mikey assures. “Go home, I’ll be okay. Finals are in a week. Study, alright? Don’t worry about me.”
“Alright,” Gerard agrees, patting his brother’s shoulder as he stands.
Frank watches the sad scene from the corner. It’s hard to believe that his former friend was capable of such terrible things. Earlier, he’d given Frank shit for beating up Mikey, a freshman. Pete’s the one who put him in the fucking hospital.
“Let’s go, Frank,” Gerard mumbles.
Frank follows Gerard out of the room, glancing over his shoulder to get one last look at the bruised and patched up Mikey. “I’m so sorry, Gerard. I never would have thought that Pete would do this. This is my fault-”
“Stop,” Gerard interjects, taking Frank’s hand. He gives it a squeeze before releasing it, tucking his own hands into his pockets. “It’s not your fault, Frankie.”
They exit the hospital in complete silence.

Notes

Oh my God sorry this took forever to update as well as some of my other stories but I've been kinda busy with Christmas and finals. Thanks for sticking with me though- Jordan.