*Gerard*


I lay motionless beside Frank as he slept restlessly. The anger I felt made me want to go and kill the fucker who dared to think they could harm Frank is such a disgusting, vulgar way. However angry I felt, the concern I felt burnt out the fiery rage soaring throughout my body.

Many emotions are running through my head. Fear, for Frankie, will he ever be the same? Worry, again for Frank, I can’t leave him for one moment before he gets scared. Guilt. Guilty for the fact that I can’t go to the police to get the perpetrator arrested because I’m sure the police wouldn’t have to think twice about putting a kidnapper behind bars.

Why did I have to fuck up his life?

My selfishness has caused an innocent angel so much pain. I am a sick, vile, petty excuse for a man and I am unworthy of Frank. How could such a parasite like me, taint such a beautiful being?

Despite my thoughts I tightened my arms around the heavenly creature in front of me. Feeling so warm as he snuggled closer, tightening his fists in my shirt.


*Three Months Later*


“Frank, we’ve been over this a million times. I’m sorry, it pains me so much to see you like this. I can’t sit back anymore, I have to do something. You need professional help, you’ll feel better I promise you!” I exclaimed.

“And I have told you, I’m fine!” he whimpered. Taking me by surprise he jumped on top of me, squeezing me in a very compromising place as he began to kiss me ferociously.
I threw him down onto the bed, away from me.

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes. “You don’t want me” he whispered.

I pulled him into a hug.

“Frank of course I want you; I love you, which is also why I want what is best for you. This is why I want you to receive specialist help. Kissing me will prove nothing, I will definetly not engage in any from of sexual relations while you are as fragile as you are. You haven’t been eating, drinking, talking, you barely move and neither of us can ignore the scars on your wrists.” I told him, letting a stray tear run down my cheek.

He began crying and sobbing hysterically, while I just hugged him. “I’m sorry, so sorry, sorry.” He repeated.

“None of this is your fault” I whispered sternly.

He seemingly ignored my comment and kept uttering ‘sorry’.

“Sh, sh, Frank everything will get better. In time, everything will improve” I promised, reassuring myself as much as Frank.

All that was left to do was pray to whatever god out there that everything would be okay.

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