And You Don't Know A Thing About This Life

Frank's POV

It was a Sunday, and Gerard insisted we go to Starbucks and then to the mall so I could get more clothes. I asked him if I could go by my house, you know, to pick up my things.

"Gerard, can I go home?" I asked, but I didn't mean it that I wanted to leave Gerard. I just had Pansy in my house, and my dad gave me Pansy, so she was important to me.

"F-frank, I have a feeling something in your house gave you that bruise..."

I rolled my eyes. "No I just need to--"

Gerard stared at me coldly. "You are not stepping a foot in that home, not one foot. You belong here where it's safe and keeps you away from any harm, whatever your situation may be. You are loved here, and I would ask you to please not go. I consider you family, Frank."

The way he said 'family' hit me hard. I smiled, "Thanks, but I forgot a couple things there."

"Frank, if I drop you off and find out someone hurt you, I will never let you out of my sight."

Gerard agreed to drop me off at my house, and I sneaked in. My footsteps were quiet, but not quiet enough, and my step brother had found me.

Dammit.

Notes

new chapter c: