The Only Hope For Me Is You

Frank’s P.O.V
I woke up with a pounding headache and blood on my lips. I couldn’t see anything and I was on a cold concrete floor. I didn’t remember what had happened. The last thing I remember, I was waiting outside for Gerard and then everything went dark. I tried to stand but I was too dizzy, so I sat with my legs crossed on the cold concrete floor waiting to regain any memory of what happened.

“You’re never fucking happy, Kellin!” I heard from upstairs. I recognized the voice as Pete’s. I listened into their conversation to try and understand what was going on.
“Babe listen, we’ve got him. Let’s just use him and then dump him. He’ll be dead by tonight and we can act like it never happened.” Kellin was heartless, but I never thought something so cruel would come from the lips that I found comfort in so many months before.

“Don’t fucking ‘babe’ me Kellin. We’re going to feed him and take him back and that’s that. He didn’t do anything to you and he doesn’t deserve anything. I can’t even believe I beat the shit out of him for you and even more unbelievable he’s in MY fucking basement. We’re taking him back Kellin!” I could tell from the shaky voice that Pete was crying.

I wonder why he was even defending me; I could have sworn that he hated me just as much as Kellin. I didn’t even understand why Kellin hated me so much. HE was the one who raped ME. I figured he’d want nothing to do with me after that.

“Listen bitch!” I heard the anger in Kellin’s voice. Nothing good ever came of that. “If I can’t have Frank no one can! He was mine first and that Gerard bitch can’t have him! I made a mistake when I raped Frank and if he won’t take me back then I never want him to be happy. So we’re going to do what I had planned and that is what’s going to happen. You’re not going to change my mind, and if you keep it up you’ll be in the exact position he’s in!”

I heard footsteps, heavy on the wood floor above my head. Following the footsteps was the slamming of a door. I predicted that the footsteps and door slamming was a product of Pete’s speechlessness after the insult Kellin and appointed him with. But I was proved wrong when Pete opened the basement door and stood at the top of the wooded stairs above me. He closed the door behind him, locking it, and made his way downstairs. He spoke to me in a hush tone, hoping not to inform Kellin of his whereabouts.

“I’m going to get you out of this. I promise. You don’t deserve what he has in store for you. I’m going to call my brother Patrick. He’s on brake from college for a few more weeks and you can stay with him until we get ahold of Gerard and then you can go home. Here’s my phone, call your mom and tell her you’re okay. I’m not going to let Kellin hurt you anymore than he already has. I’m so sorry Frank. I can’t believe I let him do this to you. I’m leaving him after all of this mess is done. I’m so sorry.” I could hear the apology in his voice. He meant what he was saying. Hot tears began to stream from my eyes. I nodded and took the phone from Pete’s hand.

“Hey, mom!” I tried my best to sound happy “I was just checking in. Can I stay the night with my friend Pete tonight?” I asked her and met Pete’s eyes with mine. I’d never realized how pretty his eyes were until right now. Thoughts of Gerard replaced my sudden thoughts of Pete and I began to cry again.

“Sure Frank. Just call me in the morning. I’ve got to go. I love you sweetheart.” My mother said into the phone.
“I love you too mom.” I said shutting Pete’s phone and handing it back to him.
“We have to sneak you out of here, do you think you can crawl through that window?” Pete asked me pointing to the small square at the top left corner of the basement with dim lighting coming through its glass. It looked about the size of my hips. I nodded and Pete helped me up.

I brushed the dirt from my black skinny jeans while Pete went behind the wooden staircase to grab a small ladder. He placed the ladder underneath the window and motioned for me to stand on it. The ladder added a few inches to my short posture. I looked down at him knowingly. The ladder got me nowhere near the window.

“I’ll have to stand on the ladder and pick you up.” Pete said with an apologetic but hopeful grin.
“Without buying me dinner first?” I replied, continuing the flirtatious energy in the room.
Pete smiled and stood on the ladder. I giggled at the fact that he was so much taller than I was standing on top of the small step stool. He reached for me and picked me up. I could feel his muscles flex and the tattoo’s on his arm made my cheeks redden. I opened the window and wiggled my way out of the basement. I looked into the dark room to see Pete exiting. A few minutes later he was quickly walking out of the house, key’s in hand.

“Hurry up and get in the van. If he sees you leaving with me he’ll hurt us both.” Pete said walking in front of me to the van in the drive way.
***Time Lapse***
“So where exactly am I going?” I asked Pete as he drove away from the house anxiously.
“My Brother Patrick’s, he’s a freshman in college and doesn’t live far from the school. I’ll let you get a shower and eat then we’ll call Gerard. Or you can sleep there and call Gerard tomorrow. Either way, I’m not leaving you until Gerard picks you up.” Pete said, meeting my gaze with his beautiful eyes.

I looked forward, avoiding eye contact. I wasn’t familiar with this feeling in my stomach. I’d had it once and that was the day that I saw Gerard for the first time. I didn’t want to feel this way about anyone else because Gerard was the one that I loved. But something in Pete’s eyes told me that he would take a bullet for me if he had to.

We turned into a driveway to a small white house. It looked a little small to have more than one person live in it. We parked behind a green Fiesta and I looked at Pete with question in my eyes.

“He’s not gay. Well not fully.” Pete said answering my question and raising new ones.
We got out of the van and Pete appeared at my side loosely taking my hand into his. I didn’t reject the gesture and walked to the door with Pete. He opened the door without knocking and he called Patrick’s name when we stepped into the house. It looked bigger on the inside then on the outside. Patrick came out of the kitchen and winced when he saw my battered face.

“Patrick, this is Frank. The one I told you about.” Pete said squeezing my hand a little tighter.
“Hi Frank. I’m Patrick. I know you’ve got to be hungry. Do you want to take a shower before to after you eat? I have some old clothes of mine set out for you. I’ll wash those if you would like.” Patrick said with a slight smile.
“Um, I’ll take a shower now, if you don’t mind.” I looked at Pete. He nodded and let go of my hand.
“Sure. The bathroom is upstairs to your right. Everything is set out for you. Help yourself to anything.” Patrick said pointing up the stairs.

He seemed very sweet. I walked up the steps and entered the bathroom. Before getting into the shower I looked at myself in the mirror seeing the cut’s and dried blood on my face for the first time. What was I going to tell my mom? What was Gerard going to say? I began to cry again and let my blood stained clothes fall to the ground, feeling suddenly cold and unprotected, I turned on the shower and stepped in letting the warm water cascade over my body while I washed my hair and thought of the night and days to come.

Notes

Awe(: Pete and Frank are cute(: I made Pete a sweetheart because he's a jerk in all of the fanfics I've read.. Buut how do you guys like it so far? Feedback would be amazing. Love you guys.(: