"I thought I told you to stay away from them?" I yelled across the room, my eyes on the figure on the other side.
"Oh, I am. I didn't actually hurt him. Someone else did that for me. I just told them who to hurt and when." He spoke.
"I don't even know what you want from me. I paid you what I owed, I did everything you asked so why are you still going after everyone I care about?" I asked.
"Because Gerard, you don't deserve to be happy, not after everything you put me through."
"I didn't put you through anything. Why the fuck can't you just move on? I thought you were over it. I didn't think it hurt that much." I spoke, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Just get out of here." He said, silence filling the room as I turned on my heels.

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I knocked on the front door, waiting patiently for my mother to come and open it, my fathers face looking through the glass confusing me. "What are you doing here?" He hissed as he tugged the door open.
"I've come to get more of my things. Is that not allowed?" I asked.
"Yeah, but your mom, she's on a bit of a mad one." My dad replied as he tugged open the door for me.
"I'll be careful."

I walked up the stairs to my bedroom and grabbed another holdall, filling it with whatever would fit. "Gerard, you're safe." My mom's voice called from the doorway.
"Yeah." I responded as I reached for a CD I promised Frank I would take.
"I thought something bad had happened to you." She spoke slowly. "You know, you can stay here, I promise I won't stop you seeing him."
"Yeah? Somehow I don't believe it mom." I replied. "Somehow I think you're going to forget I'm eighteen and don't even have to come back at all."
"Gerard, please? We need you. Mikey needs you. I need you Gerard."
"Fuck off mom. Don't play the pity card. It won't work on me." I zipped up the bag and hung it from my shoulder. "You hit me mom. The one thing you hated dad for and you did it. You are the worst."

I stood at the front door, accepting the small pile of cash my dad gave me and waving goodbye to Mikey, smiling apologetically when mom grabbed him by the shoulder and forced him to turn away. "I'll come visit soon." I said before I turned and walked away, throwing a final wave over my shoulder before walking back to Frank's house, the smell of cooking filling every room.
"Gee, help me." Called Frank from upstairs.
"I'm coming." I replied as I closed the door and pulled my bag up the stairs, wincing when I saw the blood stains on Frank's shirt. "What did you do?" I asked as I pressed my lips to his forehead.
"I stretched." He replied.
"You idiot." I muttered as I pulled up his shirt and unstuck the dressing. I sighed and reached for the first aid kit beside the bed, pulled out the antiseptic wipes and cleaned the blood from his skin, smiling when all the blood was gone. "All sorted." I said as I taped on a new dressing, kissing the skin just above it.
"Thank you baby." Frank whispered, his fingers wrapped around my wrist as he tugged me down until I was laying on top of him.
"We can't." I protested.
"We can't fuck, but that doesn't stop us making out." Frank stubbornly replied as he pressed his lips to mine. I relented, swiping my tongue against his bottom lip as he tangled his hands in my hair.

"Guys!" James admonished. "You should not be doing that." I leant back from Frank, one knee either side of his hips, my body at an angle so James couldn't see how uncomfortably tight my jeans were becoming.
"Sorry." Sighed Frank. "I just..."
"I know, sexual frustration. Everyone gets it." James chuckled as he turned to leave the room. "Dinner is gonna be ready inf five, that's all the time you have." He said as he began walking down the stairs, the last part aimed at me.
"How long do you need?" Frank whispered, his fingers playing with the zipper on my jeans.
"Leave it alone, and I won't need any time." I smirked.
"But I wanna..."
"No Frank. I wanna fuck you through the mattress but I can't until you're better." I whispered, leaning my forehead against his. "Stop teasing me or I will forget what the doctors said and do it anyway."

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I sat on the floor at the end of Frank's bed, a pile of movies in front of me as I tried to decide what to put on. "We should go and see Tim." Frank stated, laying on his stomach on the bed behind me.
"When?"
"Now." Frank replied. "I haven't seen him in ages and I promised him I would go see him."
"Sure, let me grab my car keys and we can go." I replied as I leant across the floor for a jacket.

I pulled into the car park and watched as Tim stared out of one of the windows. "Come on, he'll probably freak when he see's you." I whispered as I grabbed Frank's hand, pressing my lips to the back of it before climbing from the car, locking it before getting dragged to the orphanage by Frank.
"Tim!" Frank called as he stepped through the front door, a small boy running to us five seconds later.
"Fwankie! Gewawd!" He yelled as he embraced us both, stepping back in concern when Frank hissed. "You hurt yourself." Tim stated.
"I didn't hurt myself, not on purpose." Frank explained, crouching down to Tim's level. "How about we take you to a movie or the park or something?"
"I have a family though." Tim whispered.
"What?" I asked incredulously.
"Mhmm, his name is Mr Carmichael." Tim smiled, waiting for the words to hit home.
"James adopted you?" He laughed. Tim nodded.
"Yesterday. I can't come to stay till you get better though." Frank nodded as Tim grabbed our hands and led us up to his room. "Help me pack?" He asked.

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I sat with my arms around Frank, the ending credits to Resident Evil rolling up the screen. When we got back from Tim's, we checked with James if what Tim said was true, and he denied it, unsure of what Tim was saying, so we put it off to Tim's overactive imagination. Now, Frank dozed, his head on my chest, his hand sliding further and further down my stomach. I sucked it in as his hand reached the top of my pants, the tips of his fingers hooking underneath the edge as he let out the cutest little snore. I grabbed the remote and turned off the TV, pulling a blanket over our shoulders, shielding us from the cool breeze.

Frank shifted position slightly, whimpering as he bare side brushed the mattress. I tucked my arm under his side and pulled him closer, Frank automatically burying his face in my neck, his breathes brushing the tiny hairs. I pressed my lips to his forehead as I closed my eyes, ignoring the uncomfortable tightness in my pants. "Love you." I whispered as I drifted off.

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