Sex and violence.

Gerard's P.O.V

It's only a week and a half till Frank's birthday. So now I've been working pretty much everyday. After school I work at a pizza parlor and on the weekends I take night shifts at the movies. Which I share with Drew. I made up a story about Frank being overly protective, and that's why we can't "date." He accepted it and now we still goof off in the concessions. But he's invited me over to his house a few times, insisting I work on Frank's painting there. Oh yeah, for his birthday I'm painting him a picture of one of his old dogs, Picket. I got his dad to spit out some details and got a picture of her. I've been really keeping the half empty canvas it in my room but now that I'm always at work and it's too risky for Frank to find it at home it's not really getting done. So I might just take up on Drew's offer. Or I could get Donnie to help. He thought it was cool for me to do that for Frank.

Frank's never really been home, he's usually out with his friends. But when he's at home, he's always "sick." I mean, he never complains he is, he just looks sick. I mean, he's always dragging himself wherever he goes and claims he's always got a headache. Probably from drinking but hey, I'm not gonna stop Frank from whatever he's doing. It's his life and I'm lucky to even be in it.

The first thing I do when I get home is rush in my room. My fingers unbutton my dress shirt as I slip my arms out of it, something catches my eye when I pass the mirror.... I find a huge dark purple, almost black bruise on my whole left side. From my last rib bone to almost mid way from touching my hips. My hands run across it and the pain is deep. I almost fall to my knees by touching it... When did this even get here?

At work, all I do is throw pizza in the oven and clean tables.. nothing that hard till he walks in.. My eyes are glued to him as I watch him strut through the doors, dropping himself in a booth with Bob and Justin. Justin flashes a small smile at me when he sees me, but the other too just snicker at me as I mop the floors. Thank god I'm not taking orders today. Someone else can deal with the two pricks and the actually good kid. But I keep my mind off them as I wash water around the floor, setting up wet floor signs. Just when I'm about done cleaning the floors, I move back as I straighten my body back up as another worker bumps into my left side.

My teeth desperately bite down on my tongue, blocking the cries that claw their way up my throat... Pretend it doesn't hurt Gerard.. Pretend it doesn't hurt.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was just-" I cut her off.

"It's fine Wendy, I'm okay." I force a smile at her as pain rips through my body. Even I'm amazed on how well I'm holding all this back.. Just, shake it off Gerard. Just finish work, don't need any extra attention... Right..
They don't need my help back in the kitchen so I'm stuck out here all shift. So I wash tables over and over again. Even if they were already washed, I did it again. Just cause I had nothing else better to do until HE happens.

"Oh, Gerard." He sings my name out, I just sigh in frustration. Just, walk over there and get it over with. Do this and get paid. Yep, fair enough.

"Yeah?" I try my hardest not to snarl at the bastard.

"I think you missed a spot." My eyes dart at him as he smirks at me as he drops a whole slice of pizza on the floor. Just laughing. "Ooops, I guess it must've slipped." Gerard.. keep it cool... Don't want to lose your job and don't want to get your ass beat.. Just.. deal with it.
I take the deepest sigh that I ever took before I bend down, I pick the pizza up. Holding it as I wipe the sauce off the floor with a rag. When I'm finally done, I step on my knee, attempting to stand back up when a flush of cold fluid is dumped on my head and down my back. But I don't do anything about it... Just like my foster homes.. I just put up with it. I put up with ice down the back of my shirt. Just when I think the worst is over, he drops the plastic cup right between my shoulder blades.. Just a small amount of pain... but still unpleasant..

Finally I get back to my feet, but ice and water drip from my as I stand by their table. Bob and Chris stare at me and snicker, but my eyes move to Justin.. I just barley make out the words his lips say silently.. I'm so sorry.... I don't even say anything. I just turn my back on them. Heading back to the kitchen. Someone else can deal with those pricks..

"Gerard, I thought I said-" I don't even tell him... He watches the water drip from m back... but instead of sending me to the kitchen he gives me the rest of the day off...

Just handling their shenanigans made me exhausted. Which.. surprised me.. I always handled stuff like that easily. Plus I was only at work for like three hours. But I don't question it.. I don't need to dry myself off now cause most of the drying happened in the car. So right when I get home I throw myself in bed. No food. Just sleep.


Frank's P.O.V

I can't even look at Gerard without feeling sick.. I just.. I don't hate him I just feel.. guilty. I mean, I can pull it off with Chelsea. Like she has no clue about it but I can't face Gerard. The guilt literally eats me alive.. Whenever I'm around him, I get all... weird. Not just my emotions but I get weird stomach pain and I always get headaches when I look at him.. So now I've just been trying to stay away from him. Which is easy now cause he's always at work. Even when he's at work, I smoke way more than I used to.. I don't even know what to say anymore.. I just can't really live with myself anymore. It's like I don't even know who I am.

Do I love Chelsea? I mean, yeah she's amazing and perfect. One I could spend the rest of my life with... but then.. why did I cheat on her. With Gerard... I never really noticed me liking him, it just sorta... crashed over me the night I saw him kiss Drew. He hasn't even mentioned the kid since, so I probably just ruined their chance for a relationship.. God what the fuck am I going to do?

Notes

Vomiting blood, random bruises. I wonder if anyone's catching to what's happening with Gerard and poor Drew. All rejected and Gerard's all crazy over Frank. Oh, how will this go? Deathspells lyrics c: