Frank’s Point Of View

As I ran from the building I furiously wiped away the tears freefalling from my face, I didn’t know where I was headed, and I just kept running. The rain then started pouring down, completely drenching me.

I came to an abrupt stop as I crashed into someone.

“Shit sorry!” Came a voice from the man now on top of me due to our collision.

I looked up. “N-no I’m sorry man, it was my fault” I mumbled.

“Hey dude, are you okay?” the man asked. Clearly picking up on my evident sorry state.

“I don’t know” I whimpered.

“I’m Mikey!” he introduced.

“Frank” I replied.

“Hey, Frank, why don’t you come back to my place, just to get cleaned up and shit?” he offered.
Sensing my apprehension, he added. “I am not gonna rape you or anything, just help you out” he vowed.

I reluctantly nodded and followed him back to his place. Or some unknown reason, I began telling Mikey why my face looks like shit, leaving out the whole skipping school part.

“Frank, man, you can’t let him do shit like that to you!” he spoke sincerely.

“I know, but I just fear what he’d do if he found out I had told someone, which is why you have to promise me you won’t breathe a word of this to anyone, not your mom, dad, brother, sister, hell even a pet!” I rambled.

“Hey, look, okay, I won’t tell anyone, but please don’t let it get any worse!” he warned. I nodded, even though I had little intention on following through with the promise.

As we entered his apartment, he gave me a dry pair of jeans and t-shirt. He began to get changed on the couch, instructing me to change in his bedroom.

As I had put on the jeans, I noticed he had given me a jumper instead of a shirt, so as I headed towards the lounge room I began, talking.

“Mikey, do you have a shirt I could borro-“ I stopped speaking as I noticed him in his boxers. I didn’t find him attractive, but the embarrassment was enough to have me a blushing mess.
He walked towards me looking stunned.

“Shit Frank, I didn’t know it was that bad” he whispered as his hands traced the bruises and scars.

Before I could respond the door swung open, leaving me and Mikey staring wide-eyed at the intruder, who had clearly begun judging the situation.

Mr Way.

CRAP

Notes

So, shits going down.

Please tell me what you thought.

Question:
If Gerard turned up at your door, in nothing but a priest collar, what would you do?

Miss MCR