Frank's POV

I took my time in the shower, admiring each of my tattoos as I washed my arms and torso. I smirked at what I'd done. Gerard may have her heart, but I had everything else. Because I wasn't weak. I got out and dried myself. I sighed. I'd have to teach her to shut up before Gerard got home. I dressed in clean clothes quietly, and silently padded through to the living room. Emma had got up, and dressed in her clothes. I didn't regret what I'd done, but I could sure as hell pretend. And with someone as stupid as Emma, it didn't take an Oscar winning actor.
'Hey' I said from behind her place on the couch where she was perched. She was obviously hurting too much to sit down properly.
'H-hi Frank..' Scared. Good. I felt her flinch as I put my hands on her shoulders, and I slowly massaged them. She began to loosen a little as I rubbed her back gently. I saw the blood on the side of her head.
'Come with me' I said. I offered my hand out to her; she looked up at me, and took it. I wanted to make more bouquets of bruises, wanted to carve intricate patterns onto her skin while she screamed, all to mark her as mine. But that would come. Her face was covered, and I carefully led her to a bar stool in the kitchen. She sat and I cleaned up the cuts, kissed her face very softly everywhere I hurt her.
My slap was hard and it left a bright red outline of my hand on her face. She was knocked to the floor by the force of it, but I quickly picked her up and popped her back in the stool.
'You fell down the stairs' I whispered in her ear. 'You fell, but you're fine. Get it?' My threat was soft, gentle, it caused her to tense.
'Yeah' she said. I smirked.
'Yeah what?'
'Yes sir.' Her voice was a tiny whisper.
'Good girl.' I said, my smile broad.
Gerard walked through the door, just in time for him to see my slow kiss on her cheek. I knew his face was burning.
'I'm going out for the night. I'll see you in the studio tomorrow.'
I didn't need to warn Emma again. The soft peck on the deepest cut was all the warning she needed.

Emma's POV

'How did this happen?' Gee, my wonderful, kind Gerard took my face in his warm hands and looked heartbroken at the wounds.
'I...' I paused. What would Gerard do against Frank? What could he do?
'I fell down the stairs.'
'Oh dear' he said, and kissed me gently. Not with that terrifying gentleness of the calm before the storm that Frank had, but like he loved me. The kisses got more passionate, but all I could think of was how Frank had hurt me, how Frank treated me as if I was a piece of shit on the bottom of his shoe that was a cheap fuck whenever he wanted one.
'Do you wanna come to bed?' Gerard asked.
'No, I really don't want to' I said, tensing, ready to fight him off in case things went wrong.
'Okay' he said, pecking my lips. 'Let's order a pizza and watch a terrible movie then.' Oh Gerard, the wonderful, kind, loving Gerard. I suddenly couldn't help myself to enough of him, wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing him hard. He picked me up, and let me use my tongue to explore his childish teeth. I let go, smiling and I loved the warmth I felt when he smiled back.
'I love you' he said. That was the first time he'd said that to me.
'I love you too.' I loved him more than I'd ever loved anyone. He carried me to his bedroom, and put me on the bed. He picked a crappy horror film, and we ate pizza in bed when it arrived.
He kept his arm around me all night long, keeping me safe from the demons that were much more real than the ghosts in the movies.

Notes

Hiya guys,
thanks for the comments and stuff. I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve for this fic yet, so keep me posted on what you like, what you don't, and if you'd like to see more.
I wrote another fic if you want to read more of my stuff, and I'll be writing that one's sequel next.
Love you always xo