I'm Okay. Trust Me

Gerard's POV

I collapsed on my bed. It still smelled like Frankie. A sweet smelling cologne mixed with sweat. I touched my fingers to my lips and remembered how he touched his finger to my lips to get me to be quiet. It worked. He had stayed for awhile. It was dark when he went home.

I pulled myself off my bed and slipped outside to smoke, something I did when I needed to think.
I thought about Frank's deep cat eyes, his soft touch, his messy hair. I knew I didn't just have a lust for Frankie. It was something more.
Granite, there were multiple times today where I just wanted to pounce on his small body, but there was something else. Something that made my heart ache for him. He had a strong sense of selflessness, I could tell he had developed over time. Putting other people in front of himself to simply forget himself, but why?
Frank acted like a bubbly goofball on the outside so people wouldn't worry about him. Although he smiled, his eyes looked pained. He looked tired, not tired, exhausted. But he hid all that with the act he put on and he played it well. But I'm good at reading people. He's not fooling me.


Frank's POV

I practically skipped all the way home. I only live a few minutes away from Gerard, I was glad for that. I kept replaying how he gently brushed my hair away from my face in my head. It made me feel light, like I was floating on clouds.
When I got home, I didn't bother looking for my mom. It was Friday and she didn't have work so I knew she was out drinking. I climbed into bed, pleasantly tired, and fell instantly asleep, thinking about Gerard's warm body next to mine.

I was in the closet again, only this time it seemed smaller. I moved around and felt a body next to mine. A dim light flickered on and I could see who the body belonged to. It was Gerard. He was asleep. I tried shaking him awake, but his eyes stayed closer. Then I heard the footsteps coming up the stairs. I started panicking. I couldn't let him get Gerard.
“Gerard! Gerard, wake up! Please!” He didn't move.
My panicking turned into sobbing. Tears spilled down my cheeks. I knew what was coming. The closet door flew open. There stood the faceless man I knew all too well.
“Leave him alone! Please! He didn't do anything!” I shrieked, but the man just raised his arm above his head, revealing the belt.
He whipped his hand forward and I clung to Gerard's motionless body.

I woke up screaming. Tears soaked my pillow and sweat soaked my clothes. I sat up and pulled my knees to my chest. I rocked back and forth on my bed. My body trembling.

“It was just a dream, Frank. It was just a dream” I kept telling myself that over and over, but it seemed all too real. Gerard's lifeless body. The sound the faceless man's footsteps made coming up the stairs. My begs for mercy. The metal buckle of the belt gleaming as it was whipped toward us. All too real.

Notes

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