Sex and violence.

Gerard's P.O.V

My eyes flutter open to the sounds of arguing. Frank yelling back at dad.

"No you can't do that!" He shouts, sounding highly offended.

"Do you want to be a pedophile?" His words sound serious.

"But it's different. She-" He cuts him off.

"If you get caught the cops you're screwed cause they don't make any exceptions. I will not have you being arrested for dating a girl who's four years younger than you."

"But Dad I love her!" My heart stings.. now I remember what happened last night..

I stay silent as he sighs, "Frank, you can't truly love until you've given up on it.."

They stay silent for another for a long while till I give up on listening and crawl out of bed. Eyeing my body, finding blood stained gauze all over me.

I sigh before slipping into a black dress shirt, slipping a blue tie around my neck as I slip into black pants. A new day of school.

My fingers play with my hair a bit in the mirror, not too bad. A little greasy but not too bad, but my eyes look horrible. Big purple circles lay under my eyes, making me look dead..

I only pick up my eye liner, drawing a thick line of it on. Trying my best to hide the circles before I step out of my room, running into Frank as he stands across from me. Eyeballing me.

"Why do you wear so much eyeliner and dress like that?" His voice is loud and snappy, anyone could tell he's very upset.

"Just leave me alone.." I mumble. Not being able to face him after last night.

"We got to a fucking public school, stop dressing like you're better than everyone!" I feel his spit land on me before I just lose it.

"Wanna know why I dress like this?" I yell back, undoing my tie as I unbutton my shirt. Ripping the rest of it off, exposing the bloody massacre on my body. "Maybe, I dress like this so I don't have people look at me and know I'm a dirty old orphan, for once I want to feel like I can fit in. That I'm not rock bottom, okay? But there's bastards like you who will always remind me my true self..." I bark out, him and his dad staring at me in shock.

Frank never taking his eyes off my naked chest.. I slightly blush when I think of him staring at me, but slam the door when I remember why he is, and why it happened.

Just fuck this.

Notes

Short, but just another update for you. I've been kinda leaving this one out while I helped someone else with another story. You should read it thuogh, it's not too bad. It's Dream about the white rabbit, lust upon the black hare. It's Frerard (;