How the misery begins

I was thrown around like a ragdoll between them, as if I were the most invaluable human being there ever was, then again I was totally useless so I could hardly blame them for wanting to hurt me. I was punched and kicked and shoved around more times than I could possibly count, and having my head rammed into a restroom stall door wasn't among the most pleasant of experiences, but I soon learned that the best thing to do was keep quiet, crying and shouting only made them punch harder. After about ten minutes of the barbaric torture, the ringleader, josh, grabbed me by the shoulders and pinned me to the wall, then kicked me in the stomach. Again. And again. And again, until I was nothing but a mess of dripping blood, scared skin and torn clothes on the floor. They stood around me, laughing at the pathetic child they had hurt so badly, not just mentally, but physically. I'd managed to forget the pain inflicted by my poor excuse of a mother for the most part of the month, but this had brought back all the memories of the nights she came home drunk or high and used me as the punching bag. Josh and his fellow asshats eventually left, and I crawled into one of the stalls and locked the door. I hugged my knees and let out all of the sobs and tears I'd been so carefully holding back, it was meant to be a fresh start, but it had all gone to shit on the second fucking day. I was sat in the same position for half an hour, when I heard the door swing open and someone storm inside. It was quiet for a moment, so I assumed they left and began to cry again.
"Frank?" A familiar, feminine voiced Gerard asked, turns out he hadn't left.
i sniffed and wiped away the few tears forming in my eyes.
"w-what?"
"come out"
"no"
"Frank come out, now!" He barked.
"yeah, shouting at me is gonna do the trick" my voice trembled, not coming off as bitter and sarcastic as I'd hoped.
"i.." he sighed "i'm sorry, please come out." His voice suddenly softened.
I stood up and unlocked the door, then slowly walked out. He was facing the mirror, his hands gripping the sides of the sink so hard I thought his bones would pierce through his skin.
he looked up and faced my reflection, he looked so angry at first, it terrified me. But then his expression turned to one off sadness and guilt, and what looked like heartbreak. He turned around and stared at me, and a single tear fell from his right eye. I had no idea why he was crying, I was the one who got beat up, not him. The next thing I knew, I was wrapped in his arms. I stood still for a second, slightly dumbfounded, but then I managed to put my arms around him too. I put my head into the crook of his neck and sobbed quietly, and he began to stroke my hair.
"shh, it's okay now, I've got you. They're not gonna get you. As long as I have a heartbeat, I'll protect you from everything that I can. It's okay frankie, everything is gonna be okay."
After I stopped crying, he put his hands on my shoulders and held me at arms lenght.
"Frank, I need to know who did this to you"
"no, they'll hurt me again." I said, panicking.
"i wont let them, was it those assholes from earlier?" He spoke softer now, it was odd to see his act so kindly.
I nodded in response, and he frowned slightly.
"okay, you just...you wait here, and I'll be back in a little bit. I have something I need to talk to you about, so we'll go for a drive okay. Remember, just wait right here."
"uh, okay, I guess..."
"i won't be too long, I just gotta take care of something" he pulled me into a hug once more, then ran outside. I had no idea what he was going to do, but I wasn't sure I wanted to know anyway.

Gerards POV.

those jerks didn't deserve to even breath after hurting frankie, they were going to get what was coming to them. I found their precious leader Josh smoking by the gate. I knew he was the most responsible, he always was. I walked over to him.
"what did I tell you about Frank"
he turned around. "what, that fucked up emo kid? Why do you even care about him"
"i told you to leave him alone" I growled, trying to control my temper.
"oh, I see. He's your boyfriend isn't he. I always knew you'd turn out to be a tag" he sneered, dropping his cigarette onto the floor and stamping it out.
"Don't even go there, Josh."
"why not, what could you possibly do to hurt m-"
I'd had enough of his bullshit, and punched him in the jaw. He went down easily, so I kicked him a few times in the stomach, and once in the back. He was crying and clutching his stomach, I'd never found anything more amusing in my entire life. Watching him squirm around helplessly on the gravel, it gave me a rush to know that I was to blame. I stood there, a sloppy grin plastered on my face, then I remembered I left Frank in bathroom. I took off running, hoping no one saw what I had done, and got to the toilet door. I took a deep breath, scared of what would happen once I told him the truth, then pushed the door open and walked inside.

Notes

Not that happy with this chapter, but it's kind of an important one, so here you go.