"Just sleep," His chuckle was haunting my thoughts. I couldn't tell if he liked it or if he didn't. I wondered all day. I don't care for his opinion anyway.... Did I? He looks like a jerk anyway and that's the last thing I need on my list. The aroma of booze wafted into my room. My uncle was home.

My aunt and uncle just had gotten a divorce after ten years. And because he's my mom's only sibling, he's staying with us. He obviously isn't taking it well. I don't mind it until he gets too rough. I know he doesn't mean to hurt me, I know because he is guilty and loving when he sees the small bruises on my arms.

"FRANKIEEEEEEEEEEEE!" He yelled from the kitchen. He was soberly happy. I could tell by how his yell wasn't slurred.
"In here!" I yelled back. He entered my bedroom with a grin on his face.
"I got paid today. I was wondering if you wanted to go bowling or something tonight?"
"Um yeah. I've got some homework to do first but yeah." I smiled.
"Okay great. I'll be in the living room when your done."
"Hey Micheal," I paused and he stopped, "are you going to be drinking?" I asked. I liked him better when he was his sober self.
He looked at me and gave a smile. "No, not tonight." He said softly. He smiled again and it was just like my mothers.
"Okay." I said and then he left.

I finally finished all my homework and left with Micheal. We played really old song on the way to the bowling alley. We laughed at each other, trying to immate the orginal singer voice. It was the best time I'd had with him yet.

We got to the bowling alley, falling out of the car, dying of laughter from the songs we sang. When we entered the place, I saw him. He was by himself playing pool. I was going to ignore him and play with my uncle.

"Do you know him?" My uncle whispered.
"... I-I- no, I don't know him." I sighed.

His crimson hair distracted me and I caught his hazel eyes looking at me while I played. What the hell Frank? He's a dick.. Probably..

Myuncle left to go get food when I felt him staring at me. I wanted him to leave. I knew he was going to punch me or call me a fag at some point. I just wanted him to leave now.

"Well that no way to think of people, Frank." I heard a voice. It was cold like ice and cut through me like a knife.
"What?" I said. I looked around to see who was around. I saw no one.
"Are you okay?" I jumped, it was my uncle.
"Um yeah, just hungry."
"You look pretty pale, are you sure?"
"Ha, yeah just give me those fries." I begged.
"Okay ha." He smiled and gave me the basket of fries. We played ten games overall. I won seven and he won three. He had to do the dishes for me tonight and tomorrow.

We got home around 11:30 and I crashed into bed and fell into a deep sleep.

•Next Day•
I woke up, still feeling a little freaked out from the voice, but pushed it aside. I got up, got dressed, and walked to school. It felt good when I realized everyone was still basking in Gerard's presents. For once, I felt a little save at school, I would never put down my guard though, no matter how save it was.

The first bell rang and I was already in class. I felt nervous as I saw everyone creep in the classroom. Then I saw Gerard. The safe feeling went down the drain.

"What's that on your face?" He asked. He pointed to my lip ring.
"It's a lip ring." I said agitatedly. He started poking at my face. "Could you fucking not?" I turned my head and stared at him. He chuckled the same chuckle.
"You're so cute when you're mad." He said and teased. I felt my face turn bright red. "Somebody's blushing" he added, which made me blush even more.
Frank...
What....
The...
Actual...
Fuck...
I looked over at him. The corners of his lips were curled in a mischievous way. He tried playing a game of footsie, that didn't last long. The next thing I knew I was on my back on the ground and so was my chair. He giggled. "Jesus Frank, be careful!" He teased again. The whole class was staring and some were giggling with him. I felt my cheeks burn hotter than the last time.
"See Frank, you shouldn't think that way of people. You never know what they're capable of..." I cringed at the voice as it whispered into my thoughts and looked around. No one was looking at me or trying to talk to me.

"Frank!" The teacher yelled. Everyone started back at me. "Just what do you think you're doing?"
"Uh-uh n-nothing miss."
"That's what I thought." Everyone laughed softly. I wanted to leave so badly. I felt sick with anxiety. I left school early and went home. My uncle was home and drinking. And this time, he wasn't happy.

Notes

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