Take Me Away (Frerard)

"No Frankie! You can't mess with the system!" Gerard practically shouts at me.

"Messing with systems is what I do best! Do you honestly want to stay here? In this looney bin?" I shout
and he shrinks back into his chair.

"Looney bin?" Gerard whispers, "Do you think I'm a lunatic? Do you think I'm a hopeless case?"

"Gerard...I-"

"NO! YOU'RE NO BETTER THAN THE DOCTORS! GET OUT OF HERE!" Gerard screams.

"Listen, Gerard-"

"I CAN'T HEAR YOU! LALALA! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE BEFORE I CALL FOR BOB!" he covers
his ears and screams louder.

"BOB IS NOT REAL GERARD! AND HE NEVER WILL BE!" I shout back.

"LIAR! LIAR! LIAR!" he cries.

Three nurses come bursting into the room. Two of the nurses are males and they hold Gerard down while
he shrieks at me. He kicks his feet while the third nurse, the one who talked to me a while ago, injects him
with a needle.

"NO! NO! NO NEEDLES PLEASE!" Gerard begs, "I...I don't like n-needles."

"Shhh, Gerard, just close your eyes." the female nurse coos and I feel water forming in my eyes.

I watch as the nurse soothingly pats down Gerard hair and he falls asleep.

"Sir?" the nurse then calls to me.

"Yes?" I ask meekly.

"Mr. Iero, it would be best if you go now. Gerard is, at this point, unstable and will need sometime in
solitude." she informs.

"R-right. Of c-course." I agree.

"Let me walk you out." she offers and I stay silent.

She walks before me and I follow her through the corridors. Looking into some of the other patients rooms
I mentally tell myself that Gerard doesn't belong among all the other people. He doesn't deserve to be
locked up like some animal.

"Sir? Mr. Iero?" the nurse pulls me out of my trance.

"What?" I ask.

"You're group, their starting to get ready to leave by the front entrance right over there," she points to my
left and I spot Mikey standing alone, probably waiting for me.

"Thank you." I say, "What's your name?"

"Call me Jamia." she giggles, "here," she says, slipping a small piece of paper into my hand.

She winks at me and walks away. I bleach in disgust. Another winker. What was this world coming to? I
shove the paper into my back pocket and saunter towards the exit, right to Mikey.

"You never told me." I accuse.

"You never asked." he huffs.

"You and Gerard close?" I pry.

"Not like we used to be." he sighs.

"Boys, lets go!" Mr. Henderson snaps and waves at us to come.

I march in front of Mikey not giving him a second glance. I don't talk to him for the whole ride home.

*

"Frank, pass me the plate." my father gruff's and I comply.

I meet my mother's gaze and then look back down at my plate, moving food back and forth with my fork.

"Are you not hungry kid?" my father asks.

"No." I mumble.

"What did you say?" he snaps.

"No, I am not hungry." I repeat louder.

My father says nothing and I continue to push my food around until I hear a large clatter from my father's
end of the table. I look up and he glares at me. His fork has fallen to the ground, probably because he
threw it down.

"Eat you're goddamn food Frank! There are starving kids in Africa for fuck's sake!" he bellows at me.

"Then feed it to them!" I shout, shoving my plate at him and he grabs his knife from the table.

"J-Jack, drop the knife!" my mother leaps up from her seat and I gawk at her.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. It's about time this little ungrateful shit learns some manners!" he yells and I
watch my mother cower in fear as he waves the knife around.

"They should have just kept you locked up there with the freaks today!" he screams at me.

"They're not all freaks." I mutter.

"What did you say to me?" he squints at me.

"THEY'RE NOT ALL FREAKS!" I scream and slam my fists on the table.

He reaches over and slaps me hard.

"This will be the end of you, boy." he threatens and then lunges across the table at me.

"Frank!" my mother shrieks and begins to cry.

I dodge my father's grip and run out of the kitchen. I grab my backpack by the front door and turn the
handle frantically as I hear my father storm around behind me.

"Frank! Where are you going?" my mother calls after me.

"I'll come back for you." I say, "I promise," and I open the door.

"Linda, get the fuck out of my way!"

I slam the door behind me and run down the street. Not towards the school, but to Mikey's house.

*

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

I stand on Mikey's front porch and keep knocking. I hear footsteps around the other side of the door and
finally Mikey's mom opens to door.

"Frank what are you doing here? It's almost midnight!" she exclaims, and I let the house's light flood my
face, "Frankie...Frankie what happened to your face?" she gasps.

"Mom? What's going on he-" Mikey gaps at me, standing behind his mother.

"Frankie, dear, come in out of the cold." she ushers me inside.

"Th-thank you Donna." I mumble.

"Of course dear! Of course!" she exclaims again and motions to Mikey, "take him upstairs and clean him
up. I'll get some blankets, he's going to stay on the couch."

"C'mon" Mikey agrees, leading me to his bedroom upstairs.

"Can I ask, why you're father hits you?" Mikey asks as I sit on his bed.

"I...I'm not sure? Probably because I'm gay. I haven't told him, but I think he knows." I admit.

"You're gay?" he asks.

"I think so..." I shrug, "does that bother you?"

"What?! No! I mean, I think I may be gay too. Just don't tell my mom, yeah? I'm still unsure myself." he
laughs nervously.

"You're secrets safe with me." I laugh and give him a small salute.

"Frankie." he laughs and puts his hand on my face.

My breath hitches in my throat and I look at him in the eyes.

"Mikey?" I whisper.

"Shhh, just...let me try something, okay?" he asks and I nod.

Mikey leans in slowly, closing his eyes and I close mine. Only seconds later do I feel his lips press softly
against mine. I'm kissing Mikey. Michael James Way, my childhood best friend. I'm kissing him in his room
on his bed. I'm kissing him...when I'm in love with Gerard.

"M-Mikey?" I ask, through the kiss.

"Hmm?" he asks.

"No, Mikey." I say, and gently push him away.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think...I don't-" he stutters.

"It's not that." I assure quietly.

"Then what?" he asks and takes a seat on the bed next to me.

"I'm in love with someone else." I answer.

Mikey opens his mouth and says nothing.

"I mean, you have Ray?" I ask.

"Y-yeah, I just thought that...maybe..." Mikey trails off.

"You thought what?" I ask.

"Nothing, it's stupid." he shrugs.

"Mikey." I plead but he shakes his head.

I watch as he stands up and walks into the bathroom attached to his room. He runs the water from the
sink, and seconds later returns with a wet towel. I say nothing as he places it against my face, against the
bruise forming where my father slapped me.

"Mikey? Frank?" Donna knocks softly.

Donna steps into the room with a pile of blankets in her hand.

"Mikey, let Frank borrow a shirt and some sweats maybe?" she offers and Mikey just nods.

He tosses a black shirt and grey sweatpants at me from his dresser and I follow his mother downstairs to
the living room.

"Thank you Donna." I say gratefully.

"Anytime Frank. Get some sleep, it's 1in the morning." she yawns and trudges away. I change into the
clothes Mikey gave me, but decide to sleep in the shirt and boxers. I trudge back to Mikey's room and go
to knock but that's when I hear the weeping. I picture Mikey crumpled up in a ball on his bed sniffling and
crying. I push my back against his door and slid onto the ground. My fault. All my fault. I hear Mikey
mumble something in his room.

"Stupid. Stupid. I'm such a fuck up." he mumble to himself, "Should've known he's never love you back
Mikey. You're fucking worthless."

I take in a breath and hold it. He loves me? Mikey, the awkward boy with glasses who has always been
there for me loves me and what do I have to show? How can I ever let him know that I'm in love with his
older brother? Am I in love with his younger brother? I lay against the wooden door and close my eyes.

Notes

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