Sex and violence.

Frank's P.O.V

"Dad, were supposed to make decisions like this together. You don't go off buying me a new brother." I throw myself around the room, flipping shit.

"Frank I know this is so sudden-" I cut my dad off.

"Just cause mom left doesn't mean you have to shove someone else in our lives and pretend were a family again!" My stomach drops as I regret the words coming from my mouth.. I stare at my dad as I remember mom leaving a month ago. We're both silent. The word mother just plays itself over and over in my head. The word just reminds me of the way she cheated on my dad and got pregnant. Leaving us to start a new family of her own. Tears shine as the light reflects of the wet drops falling down his face.

"Frank.. Just give it a chance. Okay? It's.. it's still the first day."

"Whatever." I growl with tears slicing my face. So much emotion just flushes over me, I can't stand being in the room anymore so I just throw myself out the door. I wipe my eyes as I head to the school doors.

"Frank wha-"

"Not now Hellen." I sprint the rest of the way. Trying to hide the fact that I'm crying. I'm Frank fucking Iero. I don't cry.

My body cripples as I walk in the day light. The sun's bright and burns my eyes as water's lodged in them. I throw myself against the wall, away from the sun. My body just slides down the wall as I sink to the ground. My tears only come down faster as I hide my head between my knees.

I don't need a brother. I lived as an only child for seventeen years. I was alright on my own. I have my friends. I have my girlfriend. I don't need a brother. Especially Gerard. I can't stand him, he just followed me around and kept asking annoying questions. I don't need anyone else in my fucking life. I'm alright with the way things were yesterday. Why the fuck does it need to change now? God dammit..

My hands hold my head as my palms fill with tears. How am I still crying?

"Frank..." Shit, who's there..

I lift my head up and only find my dad standing there.. with Gerard behind him. "Dad."

"C'mon let's go home." I watch him turn his head, motioning me to follow him and Gerard. My head hurts to fucking bad to protest against anything. So I pick myself up and walk with my dad. To my surprise, Gerard sits in the back. At least I get one thing back, sitting next to my dad.

We're all silent as my dad pulls out of the parking lot. Once we're on the main road to our house dad finally breaks the silence. "Frank, could you help us move your stuff down in the basement.. Please just try to accept this.." He doesn't even look at me, but I can tell how much he needs me to accept this. My stomach feels sicker and sicker, so I just go with it.

"Whatever." I lean my head on my window as I get the feeling of wanting to puke.

"Thank you, Frank. This means a lot to us." Us? Fuck it. I'm to tired of this shit to even ask who's us. All I want right now is a fucking cigarette. Still, everyone's silent as we pull up in our driveway. I just sit in the car while my dad takes Gerard in the house. I watch them as they walk side by side. Like Gerard is actually his son. My eyes narrow at them. Just until they shut the door. When they're out of sight I pull myself out of the car and head to the back yard.

My fingers dig desperately for a cigarette. When they find it, I'm quick to pull it out and light it. My head feels a little more clear when I inhale the smoke. Finally, a way I can relax.

I keep puffing smoke for another four minutes until I burn it down. I flick the ass off before rubbing my foot against it. "Here we go." I complain to myself as I pull myself through the patio door.

Right away I find a box of my band shirts on the table and Pansy in my dad's hands. At least Gerard's not the one touching her. Where is he anyway?
"Frank, take Pansy downstairs before you have a breakdown." My dad walks over to me with a tooth pick hanging out of his mouth.. One of his habits when he's nervous. I shake the thought out of my head as I take Pansy from him and head down the stairs. The basement isn't even that deep. You can see it just going down four steps. There goes my privacy.

After I put Pansy in her corner, everyone carries everything to the basement. The room fills up. Not even bothering to bring my bed down. I'll just sleep on the couch. I'm way to tired to carry a fucking bed down the stairs. As Gerard hands me the last box, it looks.. sorta like my room up stairs.

Gerard runs up the stairs when everything's down. I notice how quick he is to leave.. like he's scared. He should be. This is bullshit. He's lucky I'm to frustrated to do anything about it. I throw myself on the couch as my dad walks around the corner. "Hey, it's not so bad. You have a tv and your own bathroom." My dad tries to fit on the couch.

"I just don't know why you didn't tell me about this sooner. This is why I'm so pissed off." I just stare up at the ceiling as my head hangs off the edge.

"Frank, I know you're not used to big changes.. but just try to understand."

"Understand what?" I snap back at him.

"Tell you what, when you start treating Gerard like your brother I'll tell you why I brought him here." Without another word I watch my dad climb up the steps. I just throw my hands over my face, I groan through my fingers in frustration.



Gerard's P.O.V

"I'm sorry if I.. made things hard." Frank's dad sits on Frank's bed as I sort my stuff out.

"No, no. You didn't do anything.. It's just... Frank's not used to changes. He wants to believe that things will stay the way they are. He just needs to wake up from his fantasy and accept that you're his new brother."

"Well... I'm used to being thrown in families so this isn't anything new to me so don't worry about me." I stare at my shirts. They're all long sleeved.

"From now on, call me dad. Okay sport?" I can't help but smile when I hear him say that. I never really got to call anyone dad before. So I smile back at him. "I'll order food later. You just do what you have to do." I watch him as he walks out of the room, he shuts the door behind him. When I finally have some privacy, I unbutton my shirt and pull it off my arms. I walk over to Frank's mirror and look at every scar on my chest and arms. From shoulder's to elbow.. Burn scars on my back from abuse and sliver scars from self harm.. Let's just say I'm not the best with handling my problems.

I carry on sorting my stuff out for another hour until I check the time. It's already eight and I can smell food from my room. Before I leave I pull a hoodie on, flicking the lights off as I walk down the hall. In the kitchen I find pizza. Wow, actual food.

"Hey Gerard." Frank's da- I mean my dad calls out. I smile back at him while Frank shoves food in his mouth. I sit myself at the table and eat myself. Frank just pretends I'm not even there as he's just texting on his phone. Well so much for having a brother... With that he leaves the table. Throwing his plate in the sink before he heads downstairs to his room. I just force a not sad face on.

"I'm sorry about Frank. But don't give up. Just try to talk to him. He'll get used to you eventually." Dad just tries his best to make me feel comfortable. My heart's lifted with his concern and care.. After so long I forgot what it feels like.. To be taken care of.. To have a home.

When I finish eating I copy Frank and throw my plate in the sink before my dad's words repeat in my head. 'Just try to talk to him' Anything's worth a try, right? So there I go, heading down to Frank's room. I see him sit on his couch watching a movie. Half way down the stairs I get his attention. "Can I join you?"

"Even if I said no, you'd still do it." he doesn't face me as his eyes are glued to the tv. Well, here I go.. Brother bonding time. I make my way over by his couch as I sit on the floor.

"What movie is this?" I ask. I haven't really seen many movies in the last eight years.

"The Haunting in Connecticut." I look up at him as his eyes follow the images on the screen. "It's a true story you know." His eyes pounce on me. "It happened not too far from here." His face forms to a demonic smile. I just laugh at him.

"If you think you can scare me you can't. Nothing scares me anymore." His face goes flat as he looks at me.

"Well that's no fun." He pretends to pout as he watches the movie. Well.. that wasn't so bad..

Notes

Yeah. Frank's pissed off. He hates changes so that's why he's so angry. Gerard's secrets spilling out. Oooo