I watched Gerard as he slept, curled up in my bed, his skin bruised and bloody. Tom had helped me get him home after we found him, ignoring the confused looks from John who started whispering to James the second we left the room. I climbed to my feet and pulled open the curtains, staring out past the raindrops to the houses opposite, knowing full well that Mikey was probably getting yelled at for Gerard not coming home.

"Frankie." Came Gerard's weak voice from the bed. I spun on my heels and walked over to the bed, sitting next to him as I waited for him to say what he wanted. "What happened? Why does everything hurt?"
"You don't remember?" I asked incredulously. He shook his head.
"I only had one can of beer, why can't I remember anything?" He asked, his tear stained cheeks flushing red as he tried to sit up. I bit my bottom lip, chewing on my lip ring as I worked out what to tell him.
"Uh... you really can't remember anything?" I asked, cocking my eyebrow.
"No.... Frankie, you're scaring me... what happened last night?"
"Gee, we found you in Tom's room, beaten, bleeding and naked." I explained, pausing when his face paled.
"I wasn't... Oh god please tell me I wasn't..." He began, unable to say the words. I leant forwards to wrap my arms around him, pulling back when he visibly tensed, his arms shaking. "Please god Frankie... tell me it's not true."
"I'm sorry Gee." I muttered. "I really want to tell you it's not true." I felt a tear roll down my cheek, my heart breaking as I saw how broken he looked, his face pale, the bruises on his skin shielding who he really was.

"Please Gee, you have to eat something." I begged, holding out the plate of pop-tarts. "Just one?" He shook his head, his eyes rimmed red, his lips dry as he looked at the plate in disgust. "Please baby, you have to eat something."
"I'll just throw it up again." He whispered, flinching back as I reached out to grab his hand. I pulled it back, trying to disguise how much it hurt. "I'm sorry Frankie." He muttered as he threw an apologetic look my way.
"Eat something Gee." I sighed, holding the plate out to him. "You won't get better if you don't."
"Then I don't wanna get better." He replied, choking back the sobs.

"Where the fuck is my son?" Yelled Gerard's mom from downstairs, James' protests landing on deaf ears as she marched up the stairs, slamming my door open and glowering at me. "What the hell did you do to him?" She snapped, her face inches from mine.
"I didn't...." I began, Gerard's weak voice interrupting me.
"It wasn't him mom." He whispered, his eyes filling with tears again. "Leave him alone."
"Goddamnit boy, I told you he would only get you into trouble and now look at you. You've been hurt which is what I warned you against. I told you to stay away from him!" She yelled, getting closer and closer to Gerard who shrank further and further into my bed. "You are coming home right this second Gerard and you are never seeing him again!"
"Mom, no." Gerard protested weakly as she grabbed his arms. "Get off, you're hurting me." He sobbed, cringing as her grip tightened. "Please, get off me!" He shouted, his voice hoarse.
"No! You are coming home with me this instant. You will never see this boy again!" She yelled, glaring at me as Gerard squirmed in her grasp.

John ran into the room, his face red with rage. "I think you need to leave Donna." He said, his voice strangely even.
"Not without my son." She growled through gritted teeth.
"You can't take him with you if he doesn't want to go. You seem to be forgetting that he's 18 Donna, he doesn't have to go."
"I swear to god, does no-one understand I just want to protect him?"
"I understand that Donna, but he is just as safe here as he is back home." John said. "We will keep him safe. I promise."
"Fine, but I'll be back."
John looked at me as she left, his gaze unwavering. "What actually happened last night?"
"Nothing." Gerard replied, his voice telling everyone that it was the end of the conversation.
"Well, tell me when you're ready." John responded, his voice softening at the fear in his voice.

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"We told you we would get to you." The shadows laughed, there hands roaming over my body.
"I asked you to leave him alone. You said you wouldn't hurt him!" I yelled, flinching as one of the shadows slipped his hands down my pants.
"WE didn't." They laughed.

"No." A deep voice said, a figure stepping from the shadows. "I did."
"What....what are you doing here?" I stammered. "You're... they locked you up..."
"But I got free Frankie. I got free and now I'm coming for you. I'll hurt everyone you love and they'll all die, just like last time Frankie. You will be mine!"
"Please, leave him alone. I'll give you whatever you want but he's been through hell already." I pleaded.
"Oh, but Frankie, he felt so good in my hands, and oh my god, his taste!" The voice teased. "You know, he's the first one I've bitten, the rest, I just kind of, stabbed them to death. Now he has to live with the pain and he can't for much longer." He cackled.

"I swear to god..." I muttered, my teeth gritted as the shadows forced me into the bed, his hands reaching for me, tugging at my clothes.
"He was so good Frankie. Just remember, I'll be back to finish of the job if he doesn't off himself first. He'll probably kill himself before I get there Frankie. You'll have to watch him bleed to death, just like you did with Liam."

My eyes snapped open, my breathing heavy. I looked around my darkened room, my eyes taking a second to adjust before focusing on my bed, my empty bed. I unfurled myself from my desk chair and stretched, groaning when my back cracked. The words from my dream flashed in front of my mind and I ran, my feet pounding on the carpet as I looked for Gerard, following the light bleeding out from under the bathroom door. "Gerard?" I called from outside.
"Help me Frankie." He muttered.
"What's wrong Gee?" I asked as I tested the doorhandle. "It's locked, unlock it baby, let me in."

As soon as the lock clicked in the door, I pushed it open, flinching when I saw the blood staining Gerard's hands. "What have you done Gee?" I asked as I closed the door with my foot and turned on the tap, pushing the plug into the hole, filling the bath with warm water.
"I tried to get it off." He muttered. "I tried to take it all off."
"Gerard, baby, give me your hands." I tugged him to his feet and pulled his clothes off, helping him into the bath. "I'll sort it out Gee." I whispered as I grabbed a wash-cloth and started wiping the blood from his hands.
"I'm sorry Frankie." He muttered, his voice filled with sorry. "I just wanted it all to go away but it won't. I'm always going to be dirty."
"Baby, it won't stop me loving you." I sighed, cringing when I saw the bruises marking his thighs. "Does it hurt?" I asked, running my fingertips over them. He nodded, his eyes closed, his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. I looked at the tears streaking down his face and pulled off my shirt and pants, leaving myself in my boxers. With one look at him, I climbed into the bath, wrapping my arms around him as he cried. "I'm sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry I couldn't stop it Gee. I'm sorry this happened to you because I know how fucked up you'll be for a while and I know you won't want to talk but I'll always be here Gerard because I can't see myself living without you. I want to be with you forever Gee and I will do anything to make it happen."

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I wrapped my arms around Gerard's waist, holding him against my chest, refraining from crying as I remembered how broken he looked in the bath. With James' help, I had the cuts stitched up and all the blood cleaned. I'd dressed Gerard and put him to bed, cringing when I accidentally brushed against his bruises.

Now, he was asleep, his breathing ragged, his heart fluttering against my chest. I had text Mikey before I climbed into bed, telling him how things were going. There wasn't a reply, but that was understandable, it was 3am, but I thought he would want to know. "I'm scared." Gerard muttered, his voice infused with sleep, his words slurred.
"Don't be." I whispered, my lips inches from his ear.
"You're gonna leave me Frankie."
"I'll never leave you Gerard." I paused. "Never ever."

Notes

So uh... yeah, would have been up quicker but the site deleted half of it so I rewrote it a lot better :3

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